DAILY HOLDEN-O-METER: Holden. . .read through his geography chapter rather quickly today. It seems that the professor is skipping a lot of material, which certain makes Holden's job a lot easier.
Holden also visited his Spanish professor, Dr. Rico, who approved his two independent study courses. Now all Holden has to do is travel to campus again and move the paperwork from one building to another. That should be easy enough. The deadline to register for classes with professor permission is tomorrow.
Volleyball officiating was tolerable tonight. The last match was very competitive and hot-headed, but Holden survived. Tomorrow will be more difficult. It is a slightly higher level of play with two officials, R1 up and R2 down.
Holden managed to walk another four miles today and hasn't cheated on his reduced diet yet. If you can lose weight on a low-fat, low-sugar diet with plenty of exercise, just cut more calories.
Holden found out that his brother-in-law won't be back home until the tenth, which means plenty of access to DSL and satellite TV in his room. Yes.
Luckily, Holden's sister read his e-mail. Perhaps that will soon put an end to moving the equipment from room to room, giving Holden unfettered access to high-speed Internet and satellite TV in his room.
Holden called to request his absentee ballot application. Now, he just waits until it arrives in the mail.
Speaking of mail, Holden must visit his P.O. box tomorrow to see whether his college novels have arrived. Let's hope so, because Holden needs to read the first fifty pages of Ulysses by Saturday. Otherwise, Holden will be making a trip to the library on Friday.
Holden's Current Literary Contribution:
e.e. cummings, 1884-1962
my father moved through dooms of love
by e.e. cummings
my father moved through dooms of love
through sames of am through haves of give,
singing each morning out of each night
my father moved through depths of height
this motionless forgetful where
turned at his glance to shining here;
that if(so timid air is firm)
under his eyes would stir and squirm
newly as from unburied which
floats the first who,his april touch
drove sleeping selves to swarm their fates
woke dreamers to their ghostly roots
and should some why completely weep
my father's fingers brought her sleep:
vainly no smallest voice might cry
for he could feel the mountains grow.
Lifting the valleys of the sea
my father moved through griefs of joy;
praising a forehead called the moon
singing desire into begin
joy was his song and joy so pure
a heart of star by him could steer
and pure so now and now so yes
the wrists of twilight would rejoice
keen as midsummer's keen beyond
conceiving mind of sun will stand,
so strictly(over utmost him
so hugely) stood my father's dream
his flesh was flesh his blood was blood:
no hungry man but wished him food;
no cripple wouldn't creep one mile
uphill to only see him smile.
Scorning the Pomp of must and shall
my father moved through dooms of feel;
his anger was as right as rain
his pity was as green as grain
septembering arms of year extend
yes humbly wealth to foe and friend
than he to foolish and to wise
offered immeasurable is
proudly and(by octobering flame
beckoned)as earth will downward climb,
so naked for immortal work
his shoulders marched against the dark
his sorrow was as true as bread:
no liar looked him in the head;
if every friend became his foe
he'd laugh and build a world with snow.
My father moved through theys of we,
singing each new leaf out of each tree
(and every child was sure that spring
danced when she heard my father sing)
then let men kill which cannot share,
let blood and flesh be mud and mire,
scheming imagine,passion willed,
freedom a drug that's bought and sold
giving to steal and cruel kind,
a heart to fear,to doubt a mind,
to differ a disease of same,
conform the pinnacle of am
though dull were all we taste as bright,
bitter all utterly things sweet,
maggoty minus and dumb death
all we inherit,all bequeath
and nothing quite so least as truth
--i say though hate were why men breathe--
because my Father lived his soul
love is the whole and more than all
Holden also visited his Spanish professor, Dr. Rico, who approved his two independent study courses. Now all Holden has to do is travel to campus again and move the paperwork from one building to another. That should be easy enough. The deadline to register for classes with professor permission is tomorrow.
Volleyball officiating was tolerable tonight. The last match was very competitive and hot-headed, but Holden survived. Tomorrow will be more difficult. It is a slightly higher level of play with two officials, R1 up and R2 down.
Holden managed to walk another four miles today and hasn't cheated on his reduced diet yet. If you can lose weight on a low-fat, low-sugar diet with plenty of exercise, just cut more calories.
Holden found out that his brother-in-law won't be back home until the tenth, which means plenty of access to DSL and satellite TV in his room. Yes.
Luckily, Holden's sister read his e-mail. Perhaps that will soon put an end to moving the equipment from room to room, giving Holden unfettered access to high-speed Internet and satellite TV in his room.
Holden called to request his absentee ballot application. Now, he just waits until it arrives in the mail.
Speaking of mail, Holden must visit his P.O. box tomorrow to see whether his college novels have arrived. Let's hope so, because Holden needs to read the first fifty pages of Ulysses by Saturday. Otherwise, Holden will be making a trip to the library on Friday.
Holden's Current Literary Contribution:
e.e. cummings, 1884-1962
my father moved through dooms of love
by e.e. cummings
my father moved through dooms of love
through sames of am through haves of give,
singing each morning out of each night
my father moved through depths of height
this motionless forgetful where
turned at his glance to shining here;
that if(so timid air is firm)
under his eyes would stir and squirm
newly as from unburied which
floats the first who,his april touch
drove sleeping selves to swarm their fates
woke dreamers to their ghostly roots
and should some why completely weep
my father's fingers brought her sleep:
vainly no smallest voice might cry
for he could feel the mountains grow.
Lifting the valleys of the sea
my father moved through griefs of joy;
praising a forehead called the moon
singing desire into begin
joy was his song and joy so pure
a heart of star by him could steer
and pure so now and now so yes
the wrists of twilight would rejoice
keen as midsummer's keen beyond
conceiving mind of sun will stand,
so strictly(over utmost him
so hugely) stood my father's dream
his flesh was flesh his blood was blood:
no hungry man but wished him food;
no cripple wouldn't creep one mile
uphill to only see him smile.
Scorning the Pomp of must and shall
my father moved through dooms of feel;
his anger was as right as rain
his pity was as green as grain
septembering arms of year extend
yes humbly wealth to foe and friend
than he to foolish and to wise
offered immeasurable is
proudly and(by octobering flame
beckoned)as earth will downward climb,
so naked for immortal work
his shoulders marched against the dark
his sorrow was as true as bread:
no liar looked him in the head;
if every friend became his foe
he'd laugh and build a world with snow.
My father moved through theys of we,
singing each new leaf out of each tree
(and every child was sure that spring
danced when she heard my father sing)
then let men kill which cannot share,
let blood and flesh be mud and mire,
scheming imagine,passion willed,
freedom a drug that's bought and sold
giving to steal and cruel kind,
a heart to fear,to doubt a mind,
to differ a disease of same,
conform the pinnacle of am
though dull were all we taste as bright,
bitter all utterly things sweet,
maggoty minus and dumb death
all we inherit,all bequeath
and nothing quite so least as truth
--i say though hate were why men breathe--
because my Father lived his soul
love is the whole and more than all
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itwasduke:
He y what did you think of debate#2...I have a tape of it but I only saw 2 questions. I got the impression Kerry was able to stand out to swing voters. I also heard that Bush was very angry at times... 
bandsacrossusa:
It looks like Bush has been wearing a wire in both debates ... interesting stuff.