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I had become many eons ago a traveling literary gnome, inquisitive about places I had and had not visited,
walking the same paths of peoples from the past, through places once grand and still grand,
photographing images that now show me the places about which I still dream . . .

Tuesday, March 6, 2007

What? Skip Class? Me?

Not like me. Not at all like me. Pigs would fly first before I missed a class. I had to be hospitalized before not going to class. Maybe I have caught what is known as senioritis. I still have some qualms about not attending, but only because for each absence the count-down begins toward a non-A. None-the-less, I'm skipping classes and going to see the monuments in Guatemala and Belize.
I planned this trip, though, three months ago before I learned how wonderful art class would be with Nancy, my new art professor. I sit in class and it goes past in one blink of my eye; so now I call it "sacrificing" class rather than "skipping" class. I have started to wonder that if I had taken art class three years ago I might have switched majors from English and Spanish. Ah, life throws curve balls at ya when we're growing up that fill our sweet heads with questions and thrilling hope.
Orvis had an ad in my email about visiting the monuments. I did not hesitate about replying to it with an enthusiastic yell: SIGN ME UP -- studies and classes notwithstanding.
I still do not feel sure about this trekshare thing. I tried to upload photos from my Egypt trip and not much happened. Normally, we can chalk it down to user error, so I'll keep working at it.
In the meantime, check my pbase.com/ebhawley site where most of my photos are posted.

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Listen, will you? I think that . . . literature, poetry, music and love make the world go round . . . while mathematics explains things; I fill my life with them, then go walking in snowy woods.
Let us go then, you and I
like two etherized patients floating
through life, together feeling prufrockian.
DDB Jr. makes my world go 'round; during his absence, Pachelbel fills it up.
One summer I sailed across the Atlantic Ocean, then through the Gulf of Finland to reach Saint Petersburg; I pursued Joseph Brodsky in its alley ways. I dream of making that two summers.
I read “Biking to Electra;” found my way in a Jaguar car, and glanced at the flashing steel grasshoppers at sunset. I’ll follow K.O.P.’s footsteps after he followed N.Scott Momaday’s; find warmth and inspiration on a rainy mountain.
Throw chinese coins for the I Ching.
Save the whales, the spotted owl, the woman in toil.
Cast a fly for trout; my memories of fly fishing under the sunny blue Colorado sky remain; I yearn to build more . . . with more trophy Browns.
Listen for the swan’s calls on the Baltic Sea. Feel KKII's joy, his arms spread wide in Yazilikaya.
Good night, Jimmy Durante, where ever you are.