Daily Archives: August 24, 2013

Bees, Friends, Great Work, Sierra Club

The Everyday Wonderful

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The environmental community has a new addition, Arthur Levi Neilsen, born today.  8.5 pounds, 21.5 inches to Greg Neilsen and Margaret Levin.  Margaret is the executive director of the Northstar Chapter of the Sierra Club.  Congratulations to Greg and Margaret!

Grocery shopping today for the first time in a long time.  Kate’s been handling that for a while, seeking deals quite successfully and saving us money.

It’s been a domestic week for team Olson-Ellis with the honey extracted and partially bottled, excess books taken to Half-Price books and sold and multiple cans of paint and other hazardous waste accumulated over many years taken to the Anoka County hazardous waste pickup.

Now kicking back and enjoying the slow ride toward misplaced heat.  The heat has, however, made rendering the wax from our cappings a breeze.  We have a tupperware container full of bright yellow, clear, wonderful smelling wax.  A treat.

 

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The Age of MOOCS

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The age of MOOCS.  A fine age for folks like me for whom learning has become a lifelong habit.  I finished my New History for a New China a couple of weeks ago and am about half way through Modern/Post-Modern.  Later in September I’ll pick up Online Gaming and Literature and Modern Poetry.

Each class I’ve taken so far puts another foundational element under certain current projects.  The Greek Mythology class and the Online Gaming classes support the Tailte Trilogy.  The Modern/Post-Modern strengthens the bones of Reimagining Faith.  New History fits my ongoing interest in China both ancient and modern.  Modern Poetry, well, that’s just for fun, but I do write poetry so it will help there and with my work on the Metamorphoses.

Dreams

Sleep Drunk

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Those moments after you awake, if you’re like me, have a certain sluggishness as the body shifts from the world of dreams to the world of waking attention.  Sleep drunk, I’ve heard it called which, if a little dramatic, is close.  My eyelids feel heavy, limbs have a languor but my sense of smell heightens.  Most telling though is a heaviness, a gentle constriction between the temples that warns me that mentation will not be as acute.  This last, more than anything else, is what makes this time, which I’m in right now, set apart from the rest of the day.

(The God Mercury Waking Paris to Judge the Contest of the Golden Apple by Cranach, Lucas (1472-1553) )