Monthly Archives: September 2010

How Sweet the Sound

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This feels really strange-  but my colleague, good friend, and office neighbor Dimitri Shapovalov made me promise that I would post on my blog the note that he was going to write about my recital.  (Some of you probably saw this on Facebook.) Greg, I just want to write you a note and say that

On Wings of Song

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It’s 10:03 Sunday evening - the end of an incredibly demanding and draining weekend - and the last thing I should attempt is the crafting of coherent sentences.  But I just sang my faculty recital a few hours ago and I want to try and write a few words about it while the experience is

Fried Day

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This photo was taken three and a half years ago, but it might as well have been taken tonight because it sure reflects how I’m feeling right now after having survived the first three days of classes.  Yes, I know I just blogged about how fun the start of the school year is for me,

Kick-Off

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I’m about to say something which may sound a bit strange, if not downright insane,  but I really feel this way. . .  l love going back to Carthage each fall.  Of course there is something mighty nice about taking it easy (sort of) through the summer, especially for the extra time I can enjoy

Shaken

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It don’t know if I will ever forgot the sickening kick to my gut I felt this afternoon when I brought up my facebook account just after 4:00 and saw this note from my cousin Solveig:  is Randi near Christchurch? They had a 7.2 quake near there.   I had been tied up in a

Derby Days

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Tomorrow night is the beginning-of-the-year faculty/staff banquet at Carthage,  and I’m one of the faculty being honored for 15 years of service to the college.  In anticipation of the ceremony and to give President Campbell something fun and interesting to say about each of us,  we’re sent a brief survey in which-  among other things-

First Day

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Today was the first day of classes for both Kenosha Unified and Racine Unified schools. . . and it was so funny to think about the very different attitudes with which my wife Kathy and my niece Lorelai were anticipating this day.  For my wife, it meant the all-too-early end of summer vacation and the