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Synchronized actions: From Pocket Page notebook #50

1 February 1998: I’ve been fascinated lately by the concept of the swiftly, deftly executed move or action, especially when it synchronizes, like gears meshing in time, with other events and times– like stepping to a door, turning knob with hand and pushing the door open, then walking thru the door without pausing, all in one smooth, continuous movement —

And the larger action, walking thru the door, is fully dependent on that little movement — the hand turning the knob and pushing. Sometimes it almost feels like a lock-step, like the hand’s movements are controlled and timed mechanically to function perfectly and be exactly right to not impede the larger machine’s movement, like the knotters on a hay baler. When they are tripped, they seem to act in one quick strike, like the hand on the door. The knotter does its job in a moment and then rests again til it’s called. That’s key to this idea, too. It’s not a constant, repetitive thing. It’s a quick strike, called at any time. But it fits with the larger action — synchronicity.

And it comes about either thru computation and methodical engineer-thinking, like the baler, or thru practice, like me and the door.

The door is the door to my office. But there are other things at a radio station that remind me of this idea/principle/phenomenon. like how most of the time you aren’t under pressure to perform precisely and perfectly, but there are moments with that’s required, when swift execution is needed, like when producing a piece or combo-ing the air product, when numerous little operations on the mixing board are required, hitting of buttons in certain sequences, doing little “procedures” (in a programming sense) that require several steps.

‘Am I still married to your wife?’ April quotes from the pocket pages

Panda Express, Wright and Green streets, Champaign, Ill., 13 April.

Near soda drinks at Panda Express, Wright and Green streets, Champaign, Ill., 13 April.

φ  “If I’m a figment of your imagination, then you’ve got some messed up imaginations,” said student after we said we might be imagining him. 31 March.

φ  “Tonight, we’re gettin’ fricked-up,” said my friend Nina. The previous night’s drinking was just about seeing people, she clarified. 2 April.

φ  “Yesterday, I was so hungry, I had to make pancakes at night,” said my father-in-law. “WHO made the pancakes?” said my mother-in-law, adding that she’d used cake mix to make them. 2 April.

φ  “That’s me — who’s the old man I’m kissing?” asked my wife as she looked at a photo of us before realizing that the old man she was kissing was her husband. 3 April.

At Beef-A-Roo, Machesney Park, Ill., 24 April.

At Beef-A-Roo, Machesney Park, Ill., 24 April.

φ  “Showing up for work is usually a reasonable employment policy,” said my wife of her office’s stance in relation to an unemployment claim. 4 April.

φ  “But YOU’RE working HERE,” said student after she said nobody who goes to our local community college gets a good job, and then I’d said that I’d gone there before I became a teacher. 5 April.

φ  “Am I still married to your wife?” asked student of me. This was in response to a hypothetical that he and I were both injured and my brain were put into his body. Later, my wife answered yes, that she’d rather be married to my brain than my body. “There’d be a different you in you,” she explained. 6 April.

Prairie grows back after spring burn. 29 April.

Prairie grows back after spring burn. 29 April.

φ  “I’m so excited to grow up, but I’m kinda scared at the same time. I can’t wait to get a bunch of cats,” said my senior student. When I teased her about wanting so many cats, she said, “it’s true, though.” 6 April.

φ  “If I turned you into a robot, would you tell me” that you’re a robot, asked student of me. 6 April.

A narrow view of the Rock River at Byron. 31 April.

A narrow view of the Rock River at Byron. 31 April.

φ  “No matter what she’s talking about, there are eye rolls involved,” said a fellow teacher of a certain student. 8 April.

φ  “I love things that vary in height coming to see me,” said my wife as her dog, her cat, and her husband came to see her as she got home. 8 April.

Holey barn, Church Road, Ogle County. 12 April.

Holey barn, Kings Road, Ogle County. 12 April.

φ  “I have no weaknesses and every weakness,” said a young woman on the University of Illinois at Urbana-Champaign Quad to another woman as they walked behind me. 13 April.

φ  “…now I can’t stand peanut butter,” said a guy standing near Foellinger Auditorium on U of I Quad. “At ALL?” said a woman listening to him. “At.  All.” he confirmed. 13 April.

At detail of the painting Jim Graham, The Arborist and his Daughter, at iHotel

A detail of the painting The Arborist and His Daughter by Jim Graham at iHotel in Champaign. My student L. said another painting nearby looked like “a Jackson Pollock impression” of this painting. 13 April.

φ  “You’re not funny,” said student to me, as he laughed at something I said. “Usually I’m a better liar,” he lied. 13 April.

φ  “I like to calculate while I go,” said student as she took her calculator into the restroom with her. She was alluding to a story I had told about another student attempting to take a library book with him to the bathroom, and when I asked what he was doing, he had said, “I like to read while I go.” 13 April.

φ  “‘Cuz she’s, you know, have you MET her?” said student telling me why another student doesn’t like a certain teacher. 13 April.

Pigeons near the Chase Building, Monroe Street, Chicago. 1 April.

Pigeons near the Chase Building, Monroe Street, Chicago. 1 April.

φ  “We play wife with his euchre,” said a fellow teacher, before reversing the nouns, about socializing with another teacher. 14 April.

φ “Shouting random things at people is my forte,” said student 20 April.

φ  A student announced he was willing to strip his way through college. “I’ve got nothing to be ashamed of,” he bragged. “Your personality,” corrected another student. 21 April.

Ice cream and pie at the diner. 29 April.

Ice cream and pie at the diner. 29 April.

φ  “I feel like a cat — I have a hair in my throat,” said a student as she entered my classroom. 21 April.

φ  “OW — uh-OW, uh-OW, uh-OW,” said a crow, iambically, as I walked my dog. 22 April.

φ  “I was expecting ducks and all I saw was a pig … disappointing,” said a sophomore student about “ag day” animals at our school. 22 April.

Bethel Road, Ogle County, 21 April.

Bethel Road, Ogle County, 21 April.

φ  “Everything I ate today I mooched,” said student after lunch. 25 Feb.

Donkey, horse, dust cloud. 21 April.

Donkey, horse, dust cloud. 21 April.

φ  “You and I are not the only ones who make fun of her,” said a friend, about an acquaintance. 26 April.

Near Jarrett Prairie Center, Byron, Ill. 29 April.

Near Jarrett Prairie Center, Byron, Ill. 29 April.

φ  The quality of being impervious: imperversion? I wondered. 27 April.

φ  “You HAVE to DIE!” said my student after he asked me during class whether I’d prefer to starve to death or drown, like Eurylochus chose in Book 12 of The Odyssey. 28 April.

φ  “Steam punk– that’s the thing now, steampunk,” said a middle-aged woman at Joann Fabrics, Rockford, Ill. Answered a younger woman, “don’t let the fact that YOU just discovered it…” 30 April.

From a bridge over Rock River. 31 April.

From a bridge over Rock River. 31 April.

 

‘Screw you, Zeus’: Quotes from previous weeks

 

11 Feb. 2016. Curved icicle.

11 Feb. 2016. Curved icicle.

If nobody brings in snacks, it won’t really be a party,” said a colleague teacher to some students at the end of 1st hour. 18 Jan.

6 Feb. Refuse.

6 Feb. Refuse.

Jeremiah!” shouted a woman while listening to a call on speaker phone in the dairy department of a local grocery store. I think she was shouting at a little boy who had run off. Or maybe she was shouting for a prophet. 20 Jan.

Nonfiction is one’s mind encountering some part of the world. There’s no one-book of the world. 21 Jan.

I like “spoilers.” I dislike narrative tension. I want to know what happens so that I can think about the story rather than just waiting to find out what happens. 25 Jan.

6 Feb. Ceramic boids.

6 Feb. Shiny ceramic boids.

Sometimes ramblings are the most-interesting things to read,” said my student. 25 Jan.

‘Cuz I got holes,” said student about why he’s got a coat over his t-shirt in class. 25 Jan.

6 Feb. My grandma's 85th birthday cake.

6 Feb. My grandma’s 85th birthday cake.

I write for myself. When I write for others, I get hammy, needy. There’s no money in writing — and why should there be? It’s just ideas, and there’s no lasting value in ideas. Of course I write for myself — why write for any other! I’m just borrowing the language, the words, anyway! 26 Jan.

I don’t have to explain/rationalize why I like an idea, artwork, etc. Liking something isn’t rational. 27 Jan.

One upside to being sick [with a cold]: I’ve been less ambitious with writing. 28 Jan.

6 Feb. 2016. Decorations.

6 Feb. 2016. Decorations.

After I told a student that it’s good to have a hobby outside of one’s job, student said, “Being bored IS my hobby.” 28 Jan.

A female student walked into class 3rd hour and said, “I’m gonna walk up to him and say [in an insinuating voice], ‘So you LIKE peeling bananas, huh?’” 28 Feb.

Greek myths, Book of Genesis — whatever happened before there were people existing to witness it can’t be known, can’t be nonfiction, and so must be speculative, fictional, philosophical (definitional), all that. 28 Jan.

31 Jan. 2016. View northeast from Panera Bread, toward Perryville Road.

31 Jan. 2016. View northeast from Panera Bread, toward Perryville Road.

A student said to friends in the hallway after school, “… to be fair, I am an asshole, but still …” 29 Jan.

At a grocery store in Rockford, I heard a boy say something about needing more bananas. The mom said, “Oh, like we need to buy more than 20 bananas?” What if a kid or kids in the boy’s class want more than one banana each, the boy asked. The teacher would say “one each,” said the mom. 31 Jan.

4 Feb. 2016. Ice forms pools on a driveway slope.

4 Feb. 2016. Ice forms pools on a driveway slope.

4 Feb. 2016. Ice forms pools on a driveway slope.

4 Feb. 2016. When I broke some of the ice dams, crystals were revealed.

Go look at him ‘cuz he’s beautiful,” said my former student about a substitute teacher at school this day. 2 Feb.

The book of Genesis says the Earth was “without form” in the beginning. If we take “form” to be, in part, distinction, we make distinctions in general to have useful ideas. We make useful distinctions. 2 Feb.

My ex-boyfriend doesn’t exist,” said student, who was then told that she’s used that joke before. “Do I really say that all the time?” she asked. 2 Feb.

Why am I hearing your voice?” I asked a student during poem-writing time. “My voice is beautiful,” said student. “It’s weird as hell,” answered second student. 3 Feb.

6 Feb. Ice forms.

6 Feb. Ice forms.

Creation stories (like Book of Genesis, Hesiod’s “Theogony”) establish symbols for the purpose of having symbols, common symbols within the group of followers. I suppose this is like how fans of any text — say, the Lord of the Rings trilogy — have common reference points. 4-5 Feb.

Were I famous, people would want me but for their own (selfish) reasons, and not appreciate me as me. But I don’t often feel appreciated for any reason — I need to let go of bitter, cynical thoughts like that as I age, even if I never get as much appreciation as I’d like. 5 Feb.

I read an online comment recently that said David Foster Wallace’s book Infinite Jest should’ve been edited down. In Genesis and in Hesiod’s “Theogony,” the chaos that arrives before other things is said to be without form. So is the implication that any work that isn’t well-fitted to a form (like DFW’s novel didn’t fit the novel-form, perhaps) chaotic? 5 Feb.

One student said of another, “He has moments of brilliance, and moments of ‘you are dumb.’” 5 Feb.

Said a worker at a Casey’s convenience store to another worker, “I’m not known for losing that kind of stuff.” 8 Feb., about 4:10 p.m.

 

13 Feb. 2016

13 Feb. 2016

At the local diner: Kim Waitress pointed to some plates of food and asked the cooks, “Which one’s ‘Easy Onion’?” I like the name “Easy Onion” for a criminal’s name, perhaps. 13 Feb.

Also at the diner: Ashli Waitress said she needed to pour coffee into both cups on the table “because otherwise the table’s leaning this way,” she explained her compulsive behavior. 14 Feb.

Ashli Waitress’s pink-ribbon tattoo is on her foot because “I didn’t think my first tatt should be on my tit,” she said. 14 Feb.

18 Feb. 2016. Rec path.

18 Feb. 2016. Rec path.

I’d be like, ‘Screw you, Zeus,’” said my sophomore student about what he’d do if he were, like Atlas, asked to hold up the sky. 18 Feb.

While I was outside on a warm February Saturday, I heard my Neighbor-Dad yelled at his kids, who were in the garage. Neighbor-Mom said, “Are they playing with poison? Go inside and wash your hands.” 20 Feb.

‘What did I used to think was here?’: Notes from the last 2 weeks

First quote of the new year was 1 January. My wife, as we considered leaving our diner after breakfast, said, “I’m still enjoying my various fluids,” her coffee and her diet soda.

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Can I punch somebody in the face with my foot?” asked my young friend Amin, definitionally. 1 Jan.

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Are you giving me dirty looks? They don’t affect me — I teach middle school,” said my young teacher friend Nina. 1 Jan.

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Cold day, country road. Steam clouds from nuclear generating station. 4 Jan. 2016

Cold day, country road. Steam clouds from nuclear generating station. 4 Jan. 2016

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Nobody should have to face this kind of boringness alone,” said my wife as she stayed by my side as I watched an online training video about the ADAAA. 3 Jan.

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I’m as particular a person — as biased, judgmental — a person now as I have ever been. My point is that, while I hope to become wiser and make fairer judgments as I get older, I can’t claim to ever achieve some perspective beyond the particular circumstances of my mind at any particular time. 4 Jan.

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Perhaps there is no meaning to any experience or any physical event until a person makes (thinks, says, or writes) language, until one puts together an interpretation of the experience or event. Meaning is more made than found. 5 Jan.

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Felt a bit of sadness at last night’s sunset (over the prairie grasses and trees where I walked my dog) — but it’s just a mood. Perhaps the sadness was that it’ll still be winter for quite a while yet. 6 Jan.

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Ideas as mental states that exist only once. To write down a thought and later read it back, that’s a different experience than the original thinking — for myself as well as for others who might read and experience the idea. 7 Jan.

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How long it takes to come to terms with — to accept — my own life, with its particulars and limitations. I don’t mean this in a sad way; rather, that it’s taken me years to overcome the ambitious, self-aggrandizing ideas I had for whom I should be, how I should live, etc. 8 Jan.

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As I walked my dog in the street, I saw through a neighbor’s kitchen window that I could see his wooden cabinets. I had heard that this neighbor might have a terminal health condition, and I thought how he may be able to look at his own cabinets now but perhaps one day, he won’t be able to. Of course, he’s not always in his kitchen; he’s often somewhere else. But being dead means one will be “somewhere else” to every place. 8 Jan.

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From now on, order your OWN food,” said my mother-in-law to my father-in-law, after he complained about cheese being sticky in the baked mostacciolis that he shared with her. 8 Jan.

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Are you HERE?” said my mother-in-law to my father-in-law, after he asked about something that had just been said. 8 Jan.

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You don’t lie to people, that’s rude,” said my friend Nina as she related a story about how her grandpa came to the U.S. before she thought he had. 8 Jan.

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At our diner, Ashli Waitress asked if everything were good. “As good as YOU can make us,” my wife said. 9 Jan.

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The more I can get, why not?” said Ashli Waitress of some woman who may have been hitting on her. 9 Jan.

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What did I used to think was here?” my mom asked of her smartphone home-screen after my wife and I changed her settings from “easy” to “standard.” 9 Jan.

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In a Slate interview, Dean Strang, a defense attorney in Making a Murderer, is quoted as follows:

shows like CSI foster …  an illusion that courtrooms are places where scientific certainty often can be attained, that it’s the norm to be able to come to scientific certainty in a courtroom. And it’s not, of course. Courtrooms usually are not places where we can come to anything like scientific certainty, where we’re dealing with much more uncertainty even after we’ve heard everything.

After reading that, I thought that science deals with generalizations about things that can be repeated, like how certain chemicals will react when combined in certain conditions. These chemicals always will react this way under the same conditions. But of course, in a crime case, there are not general materials, but particular samples, gathered under unique and particular circumstances — and these are not repeatable at all! Even if a certain blood sample contains a DNA match to a defendant, we don’t know how or when the blood got to the place it was found. There’s far more interpretation required to interpret the data from scientific tests from a crime scene than from a lab setting — basic science seems far simpler in comparison. 9 Jan.

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When English teachers present their students with the definitions of certain terms, and then ask students to classify literary samples by applying these terms, that seems like an Aristotelian autopsy — which is to say, that’s a classic approach, but also a backwards one. As a writer myself, I suspect that most other authors do not write by stringing together a bunch of literary terms and rhetorical structures and calling it a text. Writers don’t start from analyzing but from having an idea or hearing a voice, and I (and, I’m sure, others) write out the words that come to mind, and some of these may use rhetorical devices, but not consciously so. Also, when I write something, it’s because I’m excited to do it, because I feel passion in the doing. I write what I like, and I read what I like. When we ask students to apply terms to texts they don’t really care about, I suspect it’s alienating students from their own passions, their own feelings. This makes me sad because it took me years after completing my collegiate education to learn to trust my own mind, to learn that my own interests and my own ways of using words are good enough, and that this trust and confidence are the real foundation for my intellectual explorations. 11 and 17 Jan.

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Learning who I am from others’ reactions to me, at least partly. Since I was a boy, others told me I’m smart, and I believed them. It’s easy to see how others, defined differently, might grow up to play different roles, and some of these may not be healthy, of course. 13 Jan.

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Illinois floodplain snowstorm. 9 January.

Illinois floodplain snowstorm. 9 January.

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We need cheer elves to clean our mats,” said a cheerleader student of mine. 13 Jan.

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As I was reading this article at The Atlantic, I focused on this quote:

Why would the brain evolve such an inaccurate, simplified model of the world? The reason is efficiency. The brain didn’t evolve to get all the scientific details right. That would be a waste of energy and computing time. Instead, it evolved to process information about the world just well enough, and quickly enough, to guide behavior. All the brain’s internal models are simplified caricatures of the world it models.

and this:

The brain processes information. It focuses its processing resources on this or that chunk of data. That’s the complex, mechanistic act of a massive computer. The brain also describes this act to itself. That description, shaped by millions of years of evolution, weird and quirky and stripped of details, depicts a “me” and a state of subjective consciousness.

I’m not sure I share the author’s optimism that these descriptions actually make consciousness “not mysterious,” as the article title claims, but after reading this idea of the brain as having internal models, I thought about maybe the “ego,” the sense of a “me” (as author says), is a program that can get shut down when people meditate or have weird sleep or take certain drugs, such that some of the feelings of “all-is-one”-ness that some people report after meditating is not transcendently true, but is just a different way of experiencing the mind. 14 Jan.

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It’s nice outside. What the heck — I’m skippin’ work,” said a high school girl after school in the student parking lot. It’s nice to know that it’s not just school but also work that receives consideration of whether to skip or not. 14 Jan.

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I could tell my sophomore English class students to hold two ideas in their minds as we read published literary essays: 1., there are no right answers, and 2. keep trying to find right answers. Also, as both a teacher and a writer, I find myself valuing openness (not being attached to any particular idea, argument, or perspective) as a higher value than particular idea I might advocate. 15 Jan.

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Also, what we’re trying to teach students can be more vague in a literature-and-writing class than in, say, a science or math class. But then, what we’re asking students to do is more fundamental: make meaning. As a teacher, I’m trying to get my students to think, to say interesting things about the texts we read. I want these teenagers to move toward, though they won’t likely arrive at, having the abilities to analyze and create that I, as an adult, have. Of course, my ability to do this has taken me nearly 40 years to develop, and I’m far from perfect, and I don’t exactly know how to teach this, but helping my students develop this ability seems much more a useful goal of education than simply asking students to memorize certain things. 15 Jan.

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Photos are framed and/or cropped so as to remove context. 15 Jan. (See related idea here.)

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Red sky in evening. 14 Jan. 2016

Red sky in evening. 14 Jan. 2016

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I see where your priorities are,” said student to classmate, as a form of what I called “nerd-taunting.” 15 Jan.

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At a scholastic bowl competition, a boy about 12 years old said to a competitor (who may have also been his older sister): “Lexi, can you graph pi?” She responded, “yeah, it’s a straight line.” The boy said, “Nice!” 16 Jan.

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Later, that same Lexi told her teammate Eric, “You just said the nicest thing you’ve ever said to me” and as she retold this anecdote to someone else, she said, “He was like, ‘I wouldn’t say you’re ugly.’” 16 Jan.

Collected Notes and Quotes from 2015

A listing in chronological order:

At Busy Grocery Store: ‘YOU are gonna hafta be a good listener’

‘We Need More Bus’: My Students Explain Things

‘Dose ahr not liess’: The week in quotes

‘An Undigested Bit of Beef’: Pocket pages week in review

‘What I’m doing NOW as opposed to what I’m doing NOW’: This week in quotes

‘Dinging on my thingy’: Things I overheard this week

‘Are you getting vinyl? I’m getting wood’: Overheard 6 May thru 16 May

‘It’ll be funny SOMEday’: Quotes from students in class of ’15

‘What the hell is that?’: A Thursday at the resale shop

‘I guess we’re ready to rock ‘n’ roll’: Byronfest 2015

Limits of storytelling: Notes from 17 to 27 August 2015

Random high fives and ‘how we’re gonna scale that’: Images from six days in Boulder

Everything’s true except for the monkey’: My week in review

Let’s stay friends’: Quotes of this day

See ya, nerd king’: November’s overheard quotes

A little stranger than I thought’: December notes & quotes

‘A little stranger than I thought’: December notes & quotes

Trojan Horse spotted at Chicago Ave. and State Street, Chicago, IL, 11 Dec. 2015

Trojan Horse spotted at Chicago Ave. and State Street, Chicago, IL, 11 Dec. 2015

Living a lifestyle — say, being mindful — isn’t an end in itself. 1 Dec.

My student said she didn’t feel like cheering at the basketball game later that day. I said her coach shouldn’t make her cheer unless she’s really feeling that her school’s team is the best. 1 Dec.

Writing classes teach the forms (the compare-contrast essay, the research essay, etc.), BUT we can also inspire, show students new ideas. As a teacher, I can point beyond the common forms — where I have found my writing niche. 1 Dec.

My student Taylor showed support for her awesomest teacher. 21 Dec.

My student Taylor showed support for her awesomest teacher. 21 Dec.

“I think they went to another dimension … so don’t quote me,” said student of the whereabouts of two of his classmates. 1 Dec.

“Someday, I want to be on that green paper,” said student, referring to the color of the paper on which I was recording notes and quotes that day. “You can’t just say that you want to be on the green paper and get on the green paper,”  said classmate, who has herself been quoted before, and whom I thanked for defending the integrity of the green note paper. Second classmate added, “I think my greatest achievement is getting on the green paper. [It’s] the greatest honor I can achieve.” “I’m sorry,” I said. 1 Dec.

New menus at one of my favorite local restaurants. 30 Dec.

New menus at one of my favorite local restaurants. 30 Dec.

Avoiding iconic photos — I’m less interested now in taking pics — say, of that dead tree in the hay field I drive past on my way to work every morning, a tree that is denuded and leaning and isolated. What I’m calling iconic pics are too abstract, suggesting Decay or Rugged Isolation or whatever. I want to take pictures that are more particular. 2 Dec.

People don’t want to be merely an idea (of sex, or of fame, or of foolishness) to each other. I don’t want to be treated that way by others, diminished to an idea. But of course, celebrities ARE just an idea because fans don’t really know them. 2 Dec.

My local Subway store. 6 Dec.

My local Subway store. 6 Dec.

How hard it is to teach meaning-making. Reading Shakespeare (“The Taming of the Shrew”) with sophomore students: how to get the unfamiliar words and word-order and then also the understanding of the context. 3 Dec.

“No. You think I’M pretty, not her,” said student about social media usage by any of her potential significant others. 3 Dec.

My cat and my wife. 20 Dec.

My cat and my wife. 20 Dec.

Texts live only when they are read. 3 Dec.

Attraction is mysterious. I can’t even explain my own attraction to my wife, let alone try to understand anyone else’s attraction to whomever they’re attracted to. 3 Dec.

Student told me how it’s easy for me to record others’ statements compared to how hard it is to record others’ actions (gestures, etc.). I said that’s a really good point: When I quote others, I’m just recording the words they supply. But to record their actions, the words have to be supplied by me (and my bias, my characterization of the actions I’ve seen). 3 Dec.

A smoker outside my grocery store. 6 Dec.

A smoker outside my grocery store. 6 Dec.

Later, student sang “O Tannenbaum” tune with the lyrics of my last name, “O Hagemann.” 3 Dec.

You can look at any particular tree (or at any particular thing), but it’s you, looking, that’s special, not the tree (or whatever thing). There’s the particularity (that’s an abstraction? huh) that’s special. Well, yes and no. And my attention too is both special and not-special. It’s self-evident, when you’re standing there looking, that those leaves, that tree, and you, exist. Maybe looking at a real thing, and being aware of that, is less a thought itself, more a reset of thinking, resetting one’s mind back from abstracts to here, now. 4 Dec.

An article I read about heroin-addition recovery talked about adult life as a series of administrative duties, getting things taken of. Yeah, sometimes being an adult feels like that. 3 Dec.

“I always look up stuff on Google — worst idea ever,” said my student about seeing photos of terrible diseases, etc. 4 Dec.

A spoon in the chair at my local diner. Our diner employee friend Amin said we could replace it with a fork to surprise the next sitter. Then he said, "Just put a bear trap. Fukk it." 6 Dec.

A spoon in the chair at my local diner. Our diner-employee friend Amin said we could replace it with a fork to surprise the next sitter. Then he said, “Just put a bear trap. Fukk it.” 6 Dec.

Reading last night about Terry Southern, I’m glad that I have a regular gig, that I don’t have to try to make a living from my writing only. 6 Dec.

Even more ridiculous than the word ridiculous? Diculous, which describes the ridiculousness of a naked man, his genitals just a-wavin’ in the breeze. That’s just diculous. 6 Dec.

To despair of describing parts of nature: give directions of each of the spears in a clump of grass. 6 Dec.

Movies sometimes use music to communicate a character’s mood — normally a person’s mood is private, subjective –not communicable. But music can communicate mood. 9 Dec.

As a writer, I turn time — my living-time, my time alive — into texts. 9 Dec.

How Shakespeare uses English language, a whole other way to use the same (ok, very similar) language we use today. All the figurative language is like real speech, even if we use different figures of speech now. 10 Dec.

My journals do not tell one story — but of course they don’t. If there’s no story, there’s no place to go (no conflict to resolve, no plot to finish), no progress, all’s now. There are new moments, ideas, days, but not necessarily progress. 10 Dec.

Looking at a tree as I drive past: I wish I could just stop and look at the tree and not have to go to work and participate in my life for a while. The tree gives respite, or the idea of respite. But what seeing the tree does is that it reminds me of moods, mindsets, calm feelings, I have had before and can have again. 10 Dec.

“You have a gluten allergy. Just sayin,'” said student to me, as she wrote a story in which I was a character. She had earlier asked if I had an allergy, and I had said, “like I’m tellin’ you.” 10 Dec.

“Hey, guys, let them melt before you start moving them around with the tooth pics,” said an adult teacher or aide in a classroom for students with developmental disabilities. I don’t know what she was talking about. 10 Dec.

“I DID turn them in! (pause) Wait, which ones?” said student about some missing assignments she saw on a grade report. 10 Dec.

Two women talked in the booth behind me at the diner about their appreciation for IKEA and its furniture: “It’s well-made. Only thing is, it comes in pieces,” said one. Also, “you can haul it yourself! You don’t need a 10-ton truck!” You can put it in your car, especially if you’re 90 miles away from the store, like we are, she added. 11 Dec.

“I just stood there, reveling in my cookie,” said my wife, of why she hadn’t noticed me clearing the plates off our table at Panera Bread restaurant. 13 Dec.

When I’m grading student work under a time crunch, I have to forget to hurry. Having a second voice (sorta) in my head doesn’t help. This is why it’s hard to watch one’s self work, or to talk about what my mind is doing while it’s engaged in work. (I had earlier thought about how little art there is that depicts what our minds are doing during those many hours a day when we’re at work.) 14 Dec.

I’m writing about being alive. Kinda. But each day, each journal, each particular moment. In my journals, I’m writing what comes to mind at the time of the writing. The date doesn’t matter, except as a season (how some yearly things repeat, like my stress at the end of each semester). My point: this is what the journals are, at a basic level. 15-16 Dec.

 

It’s not my fault they sell them to me,” said student about smoking the cigarettes that he gets at the drive-thru window at the tobacco shop that opened in a former Taco Bell. 15 Dec.

Moss near light post in grass near Mercedes dealership, Riverside Blvd., Loves Park, Ill., 5 Dec.

Moss near light post in grass near Mercedes dealership, Riverside Blvd., Loves Park, Ill., 5 Dec.

Looking at things — tells more about the looker than the things (as Eagleman’s “Brain” show reminded me). As when I notice things, like, say, moss near a light post, and take a picture as if the show others that this moss scene matters. Perhaps it doesn’t matter at all! Perhaps it’s just me declaring/claiming that this matters. 16 Dec.

“I don’t think I washed my hair right this morning,” said student as she entered my classroom this morning. 16 Dec.

“I think it should go down in history that I’m better at doing this than I am at doing math,” said student as he tossed and caught a spool of threat. This was before he dropped the spool. 16 Dec.

Oil-stain art. 12 Dec.

Oil-stain art. 12 Dec.

Being apolitical to be creative — to be partisan, to hold and defend certain views, is tedious, is uncreative. 16 Dec.

One type of meta-fiction is when characters know they’re in a story (as in a story my student wrote, where characters knew they had to keep talking until they reached the assigned word count). As people, we don’t feel we’re in a story as we live, or even when someone tells a story about us. I don’t think of myself as a character. 17 Dec., 19 Dec.

“I regret talking to idiots the whole time I should’ve been writing,” said student. She said she broke her hand finishing up her writings. I said I should post this statement above my classroom whiteboard. 18 Dec.

“You almost like it but then you hate it and it won’t go away,” said my wife of Pomplamoose songs such as this and this. 19 Dec.

While walking my dog at the forest preserve tonight, I thought how our human eyes and minds are good at quickly apprehending patterns, less good at seeing all the details, say, of all the branches and twigs, or all the leaves piled. 19 Dec.

“Mine’s super-lumpy and weird,” said Ashli Waitress of her head. 20 Dec.

The language I use is a phenomenon in my own mind. Others just get to listen in. This is one way of looking at my journals as texts. 22 Dec.

How much one has to learn to first develop a mental model of things against which to compare new things. How, as an adult of 41+ years, I have a sense of what’s normal adult behavior, for example. So I can judge, in art and in reality, what’s not normal. I didn’t know this as a younger person. 22, 29 Dec.

“It’s like shootin’ fish in my hand — it’s easy, but it hurts a lot afterwards,” I said, paraphrasing the old saying. 24 Dec.

“Add some sugar and grease and fix it,” said my brother Dan after my mom said a batch of cookies tasted bland and she’d frost them. Dec. 24.

Elsa at Christmas table. 25 Dec.

Elsa at Christmas table. 25 Dec.

“Hey, I need my plate!” said a three-year old girl at my wife’s family Christmas party, as her plate was taken so that it could be filled with food. 25 Dec.

That same three-year-old girl pushed on my wife’s belly and said, “You have a baby in there? You have a Marcello [her little brother’s name] in there!” My wife does not have a baby in there. 25 Dec.

“He lost his pants — it was one of them nights!” said a father of one-year-old Marcello at the Christmas party. 25 Dec.

“Chuck, how old is the sky?” asked homeowner Jose of the sunset-colored clouds and blue background that artist Chuck had painted on the ceiling of the dining room a few years back. 25 Dec.

On Christmas day, my wife posted on Facebook that “I did both my make-up AND my hair. Jesus better appreciate it.” The next day, I showed her that her post had received 29 likes. “People LIKE it when I threaten Jesus, apparently,” she said. 26 Dec.

“That’s life — ‘a little stranger than I thought,'” my wife said, after I said a call to the local park district was not a big deal but was just a little stranger than I thought it’d be. 30 Dec.

“I have scoliosis — I cannot be the wind,” said a friend after he told a story about having to take a theater class in college where he was asked to “be the wind.” H said he dropped the class. 30 Dec.

At a family New Year’s Eve gathering, my grandpa Lorin said he was about to tell us something he’d never said to his kids or grandkids: “The only reason we’ve been poor is because of butter.” This admission came after grandma Phoebe said she saw him, early in their marriage, putting butter on his cake, because he had the philosophy that butter makes a good cake better, and a bad cake needs it. 31 Dec.

An old man who looks disturbingly like my father appears in cafe foyer's glass ahead of me. Meg's Daily Grind, near Perryville and Riverside, Rockford, IL, 31 Dec. 2015.

An old man who looks disturbingly like my father appears in cafe foyer’s glass ahead of me. Meg’s Daily Grind, near Perryville and Riverside, Rockford, IL, 31 Dec. 2015.