Dan Today II

A weblog of
contemplative pedagogy,
educative technology,
and other things,
not necessarily in that order.

15-2nd September 2023

2nd September 2023 at 10:04pm
14-8th August 2023 Journal

Fluids of my life.

drawing of coffee, water, and tea by DW

14-8th August 2023

2nd September 2023 at 10:03pm
13-4th August 2023 Journal

Front Door

drawing of front door by DW

13-4th August 2023

6th August 2023 at 2:14pm
12-5th September 2021 Journal

Every Fifteen Seconds

Lines composed in recollection of Portland Head Light and "The Lighthouse" by H.W. Longfellow

Every fifteen seconds,
the blaring hail
of the Portland Head Light
wails across the gaping span
of the harbor.

Two stately vessels fade to purple on the horizon.

Every fifteen seconds,
the voice of the Head Light
cries to the edge of what can be known
to those on and beyond the horizon.

Sail on!

-DJW 8/4/23

12-5th September 2021

6th August 2023 at 2:16pm
3rd March 2021 Journal

So Much To Do

So much I must do.

To which task should I turn?

Lawn mower outside.

11-3rd March 2021

5th September 2021 at 5:46pm
Journal

The Archers Have No Bows

Athletic ambitions can take a toll, even on young bodies, and by the fall of my junior year of high school, my ambitions in the domain of cross-country running had so inflamed my left knee that I had trouble walking, let alone running ambitiously along the fields and fairways of Katonah, New York. So it was that in that fall of my junior year I went out for archery, a sport even less confrontational than cross-country running, and therefore very much to my liking. The coach of the archery team was my AP English teacher, Mr. McBee. His first name was Burrett, but we stood on ceremony. As good an English teacher as Mr. McBee was, he was, for my money, an even better coach. To begin my case, let me tell you what the first two or three weeks of my archery career was like, for you see, we had no bows. There we were, six of us, standing on a firing line, our slanted shadows lengthening in the low October sun, with no bows to our names. Our fiberglass recurve target archery bows had had to be ordered. It would take them three weeks to arrive. In the meantime, we practiced. How did we practice? Bowless, we practiced by standing in a field, feet apart, facing right, the first toe of one foot on the firing line, with our bow arms (the left arm if you're a righty, the right if you're a lefty) upraised and our shoulders down as if we were holding our bows. What did this pantomime accomplish? For one thing, it got us used to keeping our shoulders down and our arms up for long periods of time, both of which we'd need to do when our bows arrived. Second, and more importantly, I think, standing in a field, holding nothing, keeping one arm up, in full view of our whole high school, subject to taunts as the soccer team jogged by, bonded our merry archery team like nothing else could have. We looked ridiculous. We knew we looked ridiculous. The emperor had no clothes. The archers had no bows. And yet, we had each other.

10-20th July 2020

9th August 2020 at 2:43pm
Journal

Covid Risk

9-25th June 2020

8th August 2023 at 8:46pm
Journal

Harry Dean

I appreciate the work of Harry Dean Stanton. I especially enjoy him in Lucky.

drawing of Harry Dean Stanton by DW

8-19th June 2020

25th June 2020 at 11:38pm
Journal

Café Cup

7-18th June 2020

19th June 2020 at 8:25pm

Scone Alone

6-17 June 2020-2

19th June 2020 at 12:18am

Dave's Beard

Dave's beard

5-17th June 2020-1

19th June 2020 at 12:17am

A Dramatic Sunset

a dramatic sunset

4-26th May 2020

18th June 2020 at 11:59pm

I like Steig.

drawing of a dog after William Steig

3-9th May 2020

26th May 2020 at 6:37pm
Journal

Quietly

experience

quiet
stillness

most often
sitting

alert
attentive

not prospective
not anticipatory
itself sufficient

enjoy
supportive conditions

notice
what is happening

listen

a
profound state
in which
to be

2-8th May 2020

9th May 2020 at 4:24pm
Journal

1-7th May 2020

9th May 2020 at 4:24pm
Journal

Here we go again!