no context. but now the semester is over, or at least the classes are. in about ten days i will be able to say that the semester is really over, two papers, one class to grade, and one set of final evaluations to fill out. my writing students finished their podcasts and they were generally pretty good and most of my OEPP students were certified (to teach courses) so that is also good news. if i worked hard on anything this semester it was teaching. i know that the blog has been quiet lately but well, i've probably said enough to last at least until the new year. and i am so looking forward to the break and getting some rest, maybe going to new york, and getting back to creative work. finishing up a new collection of music and debating how to go about a few different writing projects. applying for some grants and to the TESOL certificate program. that is to say, i got nothing to say, plenty to do, and it's cold as hell not a leaf on a tree the birds have all went south. the river is low and calm and the moon. from the last paragraph of No Country For Old Men, Cormac McCarthy:
I had two dreams about him after he died. I dont remember the first one all that well but it was about meetin him in town somewheres and he give me some money and I think I lost it. But the second one it was like we was both back in older times and I was on horseback goin through the mountains of a night. Goin through this pass in the mountains. It was cold and there was snow on the ground and he rode past me and kept on goin. Never said nothin. He just rode on past and he had this blanket wrapped around him and he had his head down and when he rode past I seen he was carrying fire in a horn the way people used to do and I could see the horn from the light inside of it. About the color of the moon. And in the dream I knew that he was goin on ahead and that he was fixin to make a fire somewhere out there in all that dark and all that cold and I knew that whenever I got there he would be there. And then I woke up.
