Saturday, December 7, 2013

Nast Wheeland

 

Editor Whedon used to carry
At the head of his editorial colimn
for Motto: " The home against the saloon."
and all of his life he stirred them up,
and wrung their noses to make them fight.
They quarreled to be sure, and seemed at war,
But really at heart they were always friends.
For when the battle was over, the field
was swept, it seemed, of the vile saloon,
and the home had captured the vile saloon,
And take him in to nurse his wounds,
And had hime, petted from cellar to garret,
where home made beer and home made wine
and Whisky distilled from corn and potatoes
were served as freely, as once they were served
in Burchard's roaring grog shop?



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Saturday, November 16, 2013

Dr. Pamela Fry, Dean of the OSU College of Education, has been named Associate Provost and Associate Vice President

Thursday, 16 December 2010 18:19
Dr. Pamela Fry, Dean of the OSU College of Education, has been named Associate Provost and Associate Vice President, Undergraduate Education in the OSU Office of Academic Affairs.  The appointment is subject to the approval of the OSU/A&M Board of Regents at its Jan. 21 meeting.
"The search and screening committee, chaired by Dr. John Mowen, identified two outstanding finalists for the position of Associate Provost & Associate Vice President, Undergraduate Education.  The committee identified a pool of highly qualified candidates, all of whom were very committed to enhancing the undergraduate educational experience of our students," said Provost Robert Sternberg.
Fry has served as Dean of the OSU College of Education since 2005.  Prior to coming to OSU in 2001 to assume the role of Head, School of Teaching and Curriculum Leadership, Fry served as a faculty member and administrator at the University of Oklahoma for 12 years.  Fry, a full professor in the area of Curriculum Studies, holds a bachelor’s degree with highest honors from OU where she was named a top 10 senior women and was named as one of the top 75 Alumni in the history of the OU College of Education.
She received a master’s degree in Applied Behavioral Studies and a doctoral degree in Curriculum and Supervision at Oklahoma State, where she was named Outstanding Graduate Student in 1989.
Fry’s research and teaching focuses on the analysis, supervision, and improvement of P-12 and college teaching as well as on policy issues related to teacher education and education in general.  In 1996, she received the Distinguished Researcher Award from the Association of Teacher Educators.  She also edited Action in Teacher Education, one of the premier journals in teacher education.
Over her career, Fry has provided leadership to teacher education at local, state, and national levels including service as editor of one of the top national journals in teacher education and, currently, as a member of the board of directors for the American Association of Colleges of Teacher Education.

During Fry’s tenure as dean, the OSU College of Education more than doubled its endowment, added 14 new endowed faculty lines, increased student scholarships by more than 30 percent, and established the Watson Family Student Academic Success Center.







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Thursday, October 17, 2013

Falling Hard - 100 Love Poems by Teens Reviewed By Cynthia Marstone

 


Hi Everyone,

Today I am sharing Falling Hard - 100 Love Poems by Teens edited by Betsy Franco with you.

When I picked up this book of adolescent poetry I was ready to find plenty of intense emotion and declarations of undying love. Instead I found an intriguing mix of vulnerability, honesty, obsession, humor, emotional awakenings and quirky tales. The poems Franco has chosen deal with the complexity of teenage life without weighing the reader down with intensity. The stories strike a palatable balance by dealing with topics such as new love, being stood up, fitting in, crime, acknowledgment of loved ones and lost love in a variety of styles and emotional approaches.

One of my favorite poems from the book is
Pledge of Affection to a Nerd (page 23). Written by 16 year old Laura Tabor, the humor is so mature that I found myself laughing aloud at the affection and subtlety of the verse, just beautiful.
Pledge of Affection to a Nerd
I...
...drift, lazy, on the comforting breeze
as you rhythmically speak
computer jargon.
...can't get over how blue your eyes are:
talking about
Star Wars.
...couldn't be prouder of you as you recite:
forty-seven digits of pi.
...will listen, though I may never understand:
you beat the final level of Escape from Modor!
...want to stay in your arms all evening while you talk about:
ancient war strategy, lunar eclipses, molecules...

whispering sweet algorithms in my ear.

LAURA TABOR
And the short and sweet Love Poem (page 22) by Juan Nunez, age 15...


Love Poem
I am
the flour
to your tortilla,
baby.
JUAN NUNEZ

Personally I felt privileged to get this glimpse into the lives and hearts of these talented individuals. The sensitivity, awareness and humour of so many of these young poets is apparent and blasts many stereotypes surrounding teenagers out of the water.

A rewarding read that I highly recommend.

Cynthia Marston

Thursday, September 19, 2013

Love In and Above Water

 
 
Emotions tumbling in like a surf,
A folder of kisses, swirling millions,
Delightfully crumbling away into the air,
Observing this, how could the seashell
hide the secrets of the past's romance?
The red cliffs hang still,
facing the strong tides
from the southern sea,
Into the ocean of light,
The spirit wades at the shore
like a child doing horse-back
riding on the pasture,
Breeze soft as rose petals,
 Mouthy spume unfeathering into air,
Lingering like scent of love,
The feel is brighter than dusk,
with feet keeping pillowed
against the horse chest,
The road extends, quietly,
In and away from water,
Everything rolls smoothly,
or better!
 
 
 
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Wednesday, August 28, 2013

Mike Abbott Hosts Founders Stories: Cloudera’s Jeff Hammerbacher On Building Big Data Systems - TechCrunch

 

Recently, I had the Founder and Chief Scientist of Cloudera, Jeff Hammerbacher, over to the studio to talk about his experience building out big data systems for Facebook. He explained to me how the lack of commercially available data storage and analysis inspired him to start Cloudera. Cloudera is an enterprise software company that provides analytical data management using Apache Hadoop.
Jeff discusses the importance of surrounding himself with interesting people. He also shares his advice on hiring engineers, learning his role as a founder, and knowing when to fire himself as the head of product.


Editor’s Note: Michael Abbott is a general partner at Kleiner Perkins Caufield & Byers, previously Twitter’s VP of Engineering, and a founder himself. Mike also writes a blog called uncapitalized. You can follow him on Twitter @mabb0tt.


Tuesday, July 30, 2013

Hiding from Spirits Oct31 by PoetryRoad


Anxiety stretched across a painted sky
Emotions run from screams
Shadows dance upon the graves
Behind the stones I hide
From the ancestors left behind
Mindless thoughts turned inside out
Regret fills my soul
Words never spoken cry
Pages of a book never turned
Lessons too late learned
The stone grows cold
Against my back
Darkened like the sky
Time was not the reason
Nor was the change of season
Just life in a young girl
Selfish whims and vanity
Questions chase the shadows
Regret fills the empty hole
Forgiveness seals the broken soul
The arm of death stretches
Wrapping itself around so close
The sky brings mornings light
The tears dry and I am alone
Reminded of a place called Home



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Tuesday, July 16, 2013

Sand by Ninotaziz: A Talented Poet Who Blogs

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In a quiet space at the far corner of the world, there are no humans. The universe is still wondrous magic. The red sun gives way to the red moon, for the earth, though beautiful, is still suffering the dust that mankind leaves behind after a day's hard work. At polluting the air. The winds. The desert.
sand drops silently
into the desert of moons
witness to starburst
In the green verdant lush forest deep in the jungle, there are no humans. The tree canopies open up to the skies of flurrying clouds. The brooks give way to streams to rivers, laboring under the burden of progress that mankind deems so necessary. Polluting the river. The seas. The oceans.
tear drops with a splash
into the yawning ocean
gasping for air -
In the mindless stream of the digital consciousness, there are no humans. The internet is the wondrous highway that connects us all in a mysterious manner. Revolution gives way to revelation to renaissance of thought. Youtube, new media and twitter find their way to be relevant. Polluting the mind. The soul.
sable tombe -
dans le désert de lunes
voit la nuit étoilée


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Friday, July 5, 2013

Cannonbal by Dave Crawley

 
 
   

The lifeguard won’t let me go back in the pool.
He tells me I’ve broken his number one rule.
He didn’t approve of my summertime smash—
The Sultan of Soakers, the cannonball splash.

The cannonball calls for an uncommon flair;
with legs tucked beneath me, I soared through the air.
With a splash that would make me the talk of the school,
I think that I just about emptied the pool.

I splashed Mr. Meese and his silly new hat.
I splashed Mrs. Simpkins, who called me a brat.
I splashed Suzy Smith from her head to her feet
and even the lifeguard, whose whistle went [I]tweet![I]

So now here I sit in the heat of the day.
No running. No splashing. And no way to play.
My friends are all swimming and staying real cool,
but the lifeguard won’t let me go back in the pool.

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Tuesday, June 18, 2013

Random Thoughts




Emotions tumbling in like a surf,
A folder of kisses, swirling millions,
Delightfully crumbling away into the air,
Observing this, how could the seashell
hide the secrets of the past's romance?
The red cliffs hang still,
facing the strong tides
from the southern sea,
Into the ocean of light,
The spirit wades at the shore
like a child doing horse-back
riding on the pasture,
Breeze soft as rose petals,
 Mouthy spume unfeathering into air,
Lingering like scent of love,
The feel is brighter than dusk,
with feet keeping pillowed
against the horse chest,
The road extends, quietly,
In and away from water,
Everything rolls smoothly,
or better!






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