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For those sick of movie talk
Nov. 9th, 2007 10:33 amI've started writing an essay on my long and twisting relationship with those animals some call "pests," but it'll take some time. I feel I need to explore and explain that before I can continue with my Urban Pantheist type text posts.
On a related note, I've been invited back to Drumlin Farm to teach a class or two in the spring. I have to come up with a subject for it this weekend. I could do early spring mushrooms, but they are pretty few and far between. Any ideas?
Soon I'll be posting a "Bowling for Rhinos" donation request. I'll put a future date on the post, so for the next week, every time you look at my journal, it will be at the top. My most recent post will be the one after it. They do things kind of old fashioned--I have a pledge sheet to write names, addresses, and check numbers on. I need to bring all donations to the event, a week from tonight. I'm going to collect donations with paypal, and write them one check; I'm sure it will be fine. Come on, people, use the internet! I resisted the internet, too--until 1999! Only 8 years have passed and it's hard for me to imagine how people live without it.
Anyway, it's a beautiful, if cold, autumn day out there. By this time last year it was mostly over with. The trees in Boston still have a way to go. And most people and parks departments haven't bothered to pick up the leaves yet, so they're still on the ground looking wonderful and messy in a way that makes me feel good.
On a related note, I've been invited back to Drumlin Farm to teach a class or two in the spring. I have to come up with a subject for it this weekend. I could do early spring mushrooms, but they are pretty few and far between. Any ideas?
Soon I'll be posting a "Bowling for Rhinos" donation request. I'll put a future date on the post, so for the next week, every time you look at my journal, it will be at the top. My most recent post will be the one after it. They do things kind of old fashioned--I have a pledge sheet to write names, addresses, and check numbers on. I need to bring all donations to the event, a week from tonight. I'm going to collect donations with paypal, and write them one check; I'm sure it will be fine. Come on, people, use the internet! I resisted the internet, too--until 1999! Only 8 years have passed and it's hard for me to imagine how people live without it.
Anyway, it's a beautiful, if cold, autumn day out there. By this time last year it was mostly over with. The trees in Boston still have a way to go. And most people and parks departments haven't bothered to pick up the leaves yet, so they're still on the ground looking wonderful and messy in a way that makes me feel good.
