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Learning Beyond Words

I work so closely with words that I sometimes have to force myself to remember that there are other ways to learn. I saw a DVD of Annie Get Your Gun for the first time, and was sort of struck by the lines sung by the backwoods sharpshooter, “Folks are dumb, where I come from, they don’t have any learnin’.” The show (famous for “There’s No Business Like Show Business”…

Oh my, that is a wide screen, Warner Brothers #TheMusicMan.

#BuckRodgers was fun. Looks like The Music Man is next. Shirley Jones, Robert Preston, Buddy Hackett.#TheMusicMan Cash for the merchandise, cash for the button hooks… Love the traveling salesman opening number. #TheMusicMan It’s like rap, but it’s white guys rhyming about credit and sales territories. #TheMusicMan Hats! Hats and bow ties. Go ahead, surprised and angry salesmen, throw your hats! That’ll show Harold Hill! #TheMusicMan “I’m a stranger in these parts, what do…

Soon I’ll start live-tweeting part 2 of #BuckRodgers , “The Plot to Kill a City”

Soon I’ll start live-tweeting part 2 of #BuckRodgers, “The Plot to Kill a City” Opening chase in a cubicle farm without cubicles.#BuckRodgers #BuckRodgers , my kids warned you guys not to split up. @devolved Arrgh, I can’t un-see that now! Oh, thank you Wilma, for pointing out to the flunky bragging about destroying Chicago that he is currently *in* Chicago. #BuckRodgers Convenient that Huer and Wilma had that particular exposition-full conversation the…

Oh, by the way… I just installed WordPress on this site.

It wasn’t quite the five-minute installation process that WordPress promises, but within a couple hours I had created a new database in MySQL, linked it to WordPress, twiddled my thumbs while uploading a lot of files, and before long, it was working. It took another hour to convert my installation of WordPress from a single-blog site to a networked site (so that I can host several class blogs on my…

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In Which My Son Shares A Dream

I was working from home this morning, when my late-sleeping son woke up and came into the study, wanting to tell me about a dream he had. I was only half-listening, and when after a few minutes he was still talking, I grumped at him and sent him away.  A little later, I came into the kitchen and hugged my boy. “Some day,” I told him, “I’m going to look…