Paper And Writing Utensil

Who knew what kind of effects a pen and a piece of paper could have on a person?



Well, for one thing, the two can be used to write letters. You know, like emails, but old fashioned.


Or this they can be used to write numbers, the numbers seen at 0:45 in this clip:

Who knew that when a boy on one side of the Atlantic Ocean writes on a piece of paper, puts it inside of another piece of paper, and sends it to a girl on the other side of the ocean, it will cause an epic eruption of happiness, not unlike the epic eruption of Mount St. Helens, but with a few less lava-ignited forest fires?

Who knew that when you take a marker, write the number "10" with it on several pieces of paper, distribute those papers to your family members and a friend, and hold those papers up after every musical number at your sister's last band concert, you could evoke laughter and annoyance from a middle school band and their parents? Who knew the magic of paper and pen?

FACE LIFT!

Check it out! The old space got jammed out, so I gave it a make over. Cool, huh?

Sandburg Illuminated Text

Check this out:

https://sites.google.com/site/ghsenglishclasswebsite/home/ipt-286-blog/-ipt-class-materials

Written On 4/6 As I Sat By the JFSB Courtyard Fountain

It's April 6th:

-The day of the reorganization of the church

-The day before my sister's birthday 

-The day with a cool breeze and an obscured sun and a day when 

the JFSB fountain continues to gush magically out of a rock

This day is no different for the Fountain. He bubbles on and on, unaware of date or time or season. His temperature is regulated so that he never freezes. His surroundings are governed so that he is never played in. He is a looking- and listening-fountain only: no throwing in pennies, no swimming, no disturbance. His job is to rumble on calmly as the earth turns and the clouds move and people grow and change and watch and listen.

Slice of Life Day 30: So a man walks into a bar...

I heard two funny jokes today. Allow me to share:

Did you hear about the cross-eyed teacher? 

He couldn't control his pupils! 
(I seriously laughed for like 15 minutes about that one.)

Goldfish: The only snack that looks at death with a smile.

I love jokes. Funny ones, dumb ones, confusing ones, inside ones. If you have any jokes, let's hear 'em!

Slice of Life Day 29: Reflections on the Creation of Text

I'm all typed out. I just typed up 3.5 pages of grammar analysis. And now I'm tired of staring at a cursor on the screen. I'm tired of the website of the word processor determining what my writing looks like.

I want to go write in my journal, or write tomorrow's to do list out on a clean sheet in my planner with my pink pen that I finally found. There is something soothing about the calm creation of text on paper.

I like my handwriting when I take my time; the order of events on the page is reinforced by the neat ordering of my handwritten letters. I like computer-driven writing, but I feel that, as with all things in life, moderation is key.

So, despite the fact that I need to email Dr. Dean and I need to start typing whatever it says on that pink sheet, I think I'll close my laptop for the night, write with pen and paper, and start up my frenzied typing again tomorrow morning.

Typing: Can't live with it, Can't live without it.

Slice of Life Day 27: Seek and you shall find...

Today I embarked on a quest for a most valuable treasure. The only things I took were my keys, my mobile communication device and two pieces of plastic. I hopped in my transport and drove to the place where I hoped to attain the treasure. I drove around and around, looking and looking for the entrance to my destination. A severe lack of signage hindered my progress. But after making a quick call to headquarters, I was able to find the access point.

I entered the building, cautiously hopeful. To gain what I sought, I had to first wait in a line, sign my life away on paper, and wait in a smallish holding area. Then I was taken to a back room by a uniformed guide. My guide tested me to make sure that I was worthy to gain what I sought. She squeezed my arm with a big air-filled band. She poked my ear. She asked me some questions. I must have done well, because she took me to another room.

It was there that I finally came in contact with "The One Who Held The Key For Quest Success." He too poked my ear, this time with a light. He listened to me breathe. He looked in my mouth. These were strange tests to be sure, but I was willing to endure whatever it took to complete my quest. Finally, he signed his name on a piece of paper and gave me that paper. I'd done it! I finally had in my possession a ticket to the treasure.

I hurried to the nearest dispensing station. There, I cashed in my ticket for something greatly desired: a large orange bottle with two-toned pink pills: antibiotics!!!! My quest was complete.

Now, I can focus on the final battle: The Battle of Me vs. Antibodies. With the help of my little pink friends, I will be unstoppable!!!!