Math class is almost over.
I am so sick of working with numbers I could scream. I am tired of working to find the difference between the cube root of seven and the cube root of sixteen. I am tired of working six hours a day on nothing but NUMBERS. Shakespeare, where are you when I need you?
Class ends on Wednesday. Today is Thursday. Less than a week and I am done with remedial math.
Thursday, August 9, 2012
Sunday, July 29, 2012
A word from my second math class.
My first math class has ended and I passed. Whew. How did I do it? Notice I said, "I passed." That means I worked very, very hard and got a C. I am proud of that C. I have not had math in many years and it never was my best class. To get a passing grade in a remedial course I really have no apptitude for is something. I stand a little taller and walk a little prouder because of that C. Way to go!
I have started the second remedial math class. It is nothing but more algebra. I get home after class and get started around 2 pm with my homework. I work until I can't think any more. I suppose the important thing is I am learning. I refer not to learning algebra but to learning how to deal with a very linear process in a meticulus way. (I am too laid back to be meticulus, and am NOT a linear thinker.) I use colored pencils to organize the equations, take my time and double check my work. I use my calculator for even the most basic of problems and found it helps to circle the positive and negative signs to keep everything straight. I also find it helps to write big. Since June, I have used up three legal pads and at least one hundred pages of filler paper. I keep thinking the batteries in my calculator are going to die and need replacing.
One thing that keeps me going is thinking of my Shakespeare class when I was a student at Indiana University of Pennsylvania. I think of Romeo and Juliet, The Tempest, and All's Well That Ends Well. I think of five acts and conflict, Queen Elizabeth I and guys in drag on stage. But most of all, I think of Shakespeare's incredible use and command of language. I think of words, and somehow get through tedius algebra.
Tomorrow is Monday and it is back to math class.
My first math class has ended and I passed. Whew. How did I do it? Notice I said, "I passed." That means I worked very, very hard and got a C. I am proud of that C. I have not had math in many years and it never was my best class. To get a passing grade in a remedial course I really have no apptitude for is something. I stand a little taller and walk a little prouder because of that C. Way to go!
I have started the second remedial math class. It is nothing but more algebra. I get home after class and get started around 2 pm with my homework. I work until I can't think any more. I suppose the important thing is I am learning. I refer not to learning algebra but to learning how to deal with a very linear process in a meticulus way. (I am too laid back to be meticulus, and am NOT a linear thinker.) I use colored pencils to organize the equations, take my time and double check my work. I use my calculator for even the most basic of problems and found it helps to circle the positive and negative signs to keep everything straight. I also find it helps to write big. Since June, I have used up three legal pads and at least one hundred pages of filler paper. I keep thinking the batteries in my calculator are going to die and need replacing.
One thing that keeps me going is thinking of my Shakespeare class when I was a student at Indiana University of Pennsylvania. I think of Romeo and Juliet, The Tempest, and All's Well That Ends Well. I think of five acts and conflict, Queen Elizabeth I and guys in drag on stage. But most of all, I think of Shakespeare's incredible use and command of language. I think of words, and somehow get through tedius algebra.
Tomorrow is Monday and it is back to math class.
Monday, July 16, 2012
I was right!
Yes, I was right. I was not prepared for last Monday's exam. The amount of work required for the course was more than I anticipated. I have not had algebra since high school, and what little I learned I long ago forgot. Algebra seems to be one of the classes that, while required, has almost no practical value unless you are a chemist, an engineer, or want to know when two speeding trains will collide. I think high schools should require practical math skills of every student and put less emphasis on the algebra.
But I am back in algebra class and have worked hard to keep up. I spent at least 5 hours every night on my homework and was able to keep my nose above water, so to speak, until we did quadratic equations. I don't remember doing those in high school at all. As I said before, I am slow in math and the quadratics required lots of practice. It got to the point I couldn't keep up and got very far behind. There was no way I could get a decent grade on the exam, and I didn't.
We had the final on Thursday, and I wasn't prepared for that, either. I did the best I could, though, and somehow managed to pass the course. My next math class started this morning. It is a continuation of the one I just took, so I am sure I will put in lots more hours into the review and study of algebra. I am sick of math, but if it makes chemistry that much easier in the fall, it is full steam ahead.
Yes, I was right. I was not prepared for last Monday's exam. The amount of work required for the course was more than I anticipated. I have not had algebra since high school, and what little I learned I long ago forgot. Algebra seems to be one of the classes that, while required, has almost no practical value unless you are a chemist, an engineer, or want to know when two speeding trains will collide. I think high schools should require practical math skills of every student and put less emphasis on the algebra.
But I am back in algebra class and have worked hard to keep up. I spent at least 5 hours every night on my homework and was able to keep my nose above water, so to speak, until we did quadratic equations. I don't remember doing those in high school at all. As I said before, I am slow in math and the quadratics required lots of practice. It got to the point I couldn't keep up and got very far behind. There was no way I could get a decent grade on the exam, and I didn't.
We had the final on Thursday, and I wasn't prepared for that, either. I did the best I could, though, and somehow managed to pass the course. My next math class started this morning. It is a continuation of the one I just took, so I am sure I will put in lots more hours into the review and study of algebra. I am sick of math, but if it makes chemistry that much easier in the fall, it is full steam ahead.
Sunday, July 8, 2012
Back to school and ready to write
My blog is now about going back to school, so let's jump right in. What is it like to return to school when one is old enough to be a grandmother?
First, it is scary. I lost my job two years ago and my unemployment has run out. That means the money has to come from somewhere. Going back to school means making the financial commitment to pay the rent, food, insurance, whatever, and of course school and tuition expenses. There are many times when I ask myself, "How can I do this?" The answer is I don't know. At times it seems like I am pulling money out of thin air. But I have no choice. I have to do this. I am trained as a librarian, but despite being a darn good one don't want to return to the field. Library-ville doesn't challenge me. I have spent 10 years teaching composition. I loved that job but am burned out from correcting papers. I need a new job and a new direction; let's see where learning about the body takes me.
Returning to school re-defines you. I love college and love learning, so I have been in school on and off for various degrees over the years. You would think I would have defined myself a long time ago. Not so. I find I am, as I study something I was always afraid to study, more than I ever thought I was. Science (and now mathematics in summer school) is allowing me to see myself in ways that astound me. I am walking with more assurance, standing taller and looking people in the eye more because something I was always afraid to study is before me and I am tackling it.
I will conclude shortly. I have an exam tomorrow morning and I am not prepared for it. I am taking a remedial math class which is an incredible amount of work for me. I have not had this stuff since high school and to keep up means about 5-6 hours of work every night. I am slow in math and the course condenses an entire semester into a month. I have learned a great deal, but it is very difficult for me to do math. I am off to bed, and so I say good night.
My blog is now about going back to school, so let's jump right in. What is it like to return to school when one is old enough to be a grandmother?
First, it is scary. I lost my job two years ago and my unemployment has run out. That means the money has to come from somewhere. Going back to school means making the financial commitment to pay the rent, food, insurance, whatever, and of course school and tuition expenses. There are many times when I ask myself, "How can I do this?" The answer is I don't know. At times it seems like I am pulling money out of thin air. But I have no choice. I have to do this. I am trained as a librarian, but despite being a darn good one don't want to return to the field. Library-ville doesn't challenge me. I have spent 10 years teaching composition. I loved that job but am burned out from correcting papers. I need a new job and a new direction; let's see where learning about the body takes me.
Returning to school re-defines you. I love college and love learning, so I have been in school on and off for various degrees over the years. You would think I would have defined myself a long time ago. Not so. I find I am, as I study something I was always afraid to study, more than I ever thought I was. Science (and now mathematics in summer school) is allowing me to see myself in ways that astound me. I am walking with more assurance, standing taller and looking people in the eye more because something I was always afraid to study is before me and I am tackling it.
I will conclude shortly. I have an exam tomorrow morning and I am not prepared for it. I am taking a remedial math class which is an incredible amount of work for me. I have not had this stuff since high school and to keep up means about 5-6 hours of work every night. I am slow in math and the course condenses an entire semester into a month. I have learned a great deal, but it is very difficult for me to do math. I am off to bed, and so I say good night.
Tuesday, June 12, 2012
Time for a change
Many years ago, I graduated from college as an English major. Majoring in English can be a very good thing. English majors know how to read, write, critique, interpret and evaluate. That is what we spent four years doing, and for the most part we are very good at it. I am proud to be an English major.
It can be hard to find a job with a degree in English, but over the years I have been very fortunate. I have had some interesting (but never lucrative) jobs: I worked in a law office, several libraries, and taught at both the high school and college level. I was laid off from my last teaching job in 2010, and took some time to decide which direction to go next. I don't want to work in a library again; I wasn't challenged enough with library life and did not like what I saw on the management level. I refuse to work in a law office again. I loved teaching, but I could not correct another paper for thrice my salary (as an English major, I am proud to be able to use "thrice" in a sentence.) I want to step out and do something I have never done before.
My first attempt was massage therapy school. That did not work for various reasons, but it did open an unexpected door. As an English major, I avoided the sciences like poison. I took the easiest science class I could find to meet my requirements, an overview kind of course with no lab. It was rather dull. There is quite a bit of science in massage therapy, and it was with trepidation that I approached my studies. To my delight, I enjoyed the sciences involved with massage. I loved anatomy and nutrition, and I was fascinated with the physics and wanted to learn more. I dropped out of massage school after only a few months and this past January went back to school at Edinboro University with an undeclared major. During my first semester, I took human biology, human sexuality, and a chemistry class. I didn't work as hard in graduate school as I did this past semester. School took up all most all of my time. I loved every minute of it.
This brings me to the blog. A good friend has suggested I re-evaluate the purpose of my blog, and perhaps he is right. My orginal intent was to write about the various things to do in Erie County, and I am proud of what I have done with this blog. I have gone places and done things that have made me feel like I'm part of the world, a part of this place on Lake Erie I call home. It is a good feeling.
With the start of school comes change in my life and in the blog. I don't have the time to just be a reporter of things to do in Erie. I now have homework and tests to study for. My friend said, "Why don't you blog about school, in addition to going places?"
"That would mean changing the blog's purpose," I protested.
"Then change it."
Ok. Consider the purpose of the blog changed. I will continue to write about things to do in Erie County, but hereby expand my scope to write about doings outside of Erie County and my life as a student. My life has expanded in the past few months. It seems only right that the blog expand, too.
Many years ago, I graduated from college as an English major. Majoring in English can be a very good thing. English majors know how to read, write, critique, interpret and evaluate. That is what we spent four years doing, and for the most part we are very good at it. I am proud to be an English major.
It can be hard to find a job with a degree in English, but over the years I have been very fortunate. I have had some interesting (but never lucrative) jobs: I worked in a law office, several libraries, and taught at both the high school and college level. I was laid off from my last teaching job in 2010, and took some time to decide which direction to go next. I don't want to work in a library again; I wasn't challenged enough with library life and did not like what I saw on the management level. I refuse to work in a law office again. I loved teaching, but I could not correct another paper for thrice my salary (as an English major, I am proud to be able to use "thrice" in a sentence.) I want to step out and do something I have never done before.
My first attempt was massage therapy school. That did not work for various reasons, but it did open an unexpected door. As an English major, I avoided the sciences like poison. I took the easiest science class I could find to meet my requirements, an overview kind of course with no lab. It was rather dull. There is quite a bit of science in massage therapy, and it was with trepidation that I approached my studies. To my delight, I enjoyed the sciences involved with massage. I loved anatomy and nutrition, and I was fascinated with the physics and wanted to learn more. I dropped out of massage school after only a few months and this past January went back to school at Edinboro University with an undeclared major. During my first semester, I took human biology, human sexuality, and a chemistry class. I didn't work as hard in graduate school as I did this past semester. School took up all most all of my time. I loved every minute of it.
This brings me to the blog. A good friend has suggested I re-evaluate the purpose of my blog, and perhaps he is right. My orginal intent was to write about the various things to do in Erie County, and I am proud of what I have done with this blog. I have gone places and done things that have made me feel like I'm part of the world, a part of this place on Lake Erie I call home. It is a good feeling.
With the start of school comes change in my life and in the blog. I don't have the time to just be a reporter of things to do in Erie. I now have homework and tests to study for. My friend said, "Why don't you blog about school, in addition to going places?"
"That would mean changing the blog's purpose," I protested.
"Then change it."
Ok. Consider the purpose of the blog changed. I will continue to write about things to do in Erie County, but hereby expand my scope to write about doings outside of Erie County and my life as a student. My life has expanded in the past few months. It seems only right that the blog expand, too.
Monday, March 19, 2012
International Gannon University
Wednesday, March 14, 2012
Gannon University, Waldron Campus Center
Last week Wednesday, Kim and I went to the alumni luncheon at Gannon University. This year's theme was, "It's a small world: International Gannon."
The luncheon included foods from China, Saudi Arabia, and India. The food was good, especially the vegetables on the India table. After lunch, we enjoyed the program which included five or six international students who spoke about their experiences and adventures at Gannon. The students were from Pakistan, South Africa, Saudi Arabia, China and India. I came away very impressed. These students are very intelligent and articulate, and seemed to have a good attitude about living and studying so far from home. I enjoyed the luncheon very much.
After lunch, Kim and I walked to the parking ramp where we were both parked. For about an hour we sat and talked on the top level of the ramp, enjoying the company and the sunshine. When we were ready to go, we discovered Kim's car battery was dead. I pulled my car close to hers while Kim searched her trunk for jumper cables. We connected the cables, and twenty minutes later we were both on our way. A little thing like a dead battery can't stop two intrepid and resourceful women like us.
Gannon University, Waldron Campus Center
Last week Wednesday, Kim and I went to the alumni luncheon at Gannon University. This year's theme was, "It's a small world: International Gannon."
The luncheon included foods from China, Saudi Arabia, and India. The food was good, especially the vegetables on the India table. After lunch, we enjoyed the program which included five or six international students who spoke about their experiences and adventures at Gannon. The students were from Pakistan, South Africa, Saudi Arabia, China and India. I came away very impressed. These students are very intelligent and articulate, and seemed to have a good attitude about living and studying so far from home. I enjoyed the luncheon very much.
After lunch, Kim and I walked to the parking ramp where we were both parked. For about an hour we sat and talked on the top level of the ramp, enjoying the company and the sunshine. When we were ready to go, we discovered Kim's car battery was dead. I pulled my car close to hers while Kim searched her trunk for jumper cables. We connected the cables, and twenty minutes later we were both on our way. A little thing like a dead battery can't stop two intrepid and resourceful women like us.
Zoo season opens. Sunday, February 26, 2012
One of my favorite places to go is the Erie Zoo. For the past several years, the Zoo has closed during the winter. When they reopen in the spring, the Zoo is fortunate to have funding to have free admission or a very low admission cost. One year the Zoo charged the daily temperature as admission, and I think I paid thirty-five cents to get in. There was free admission this year, and the crowd responded to the opportunity to see tigers, lions, penguins and llamas, to name a few.
Several baby animals were born over the winter, and the crowds were thick around the orangutans to see the adorable little one who stayed so close to her mother. The primates had climbed to a high platform where they could see and be seen, and yet feel safe.
Another popular place to be was at the gorilla exhibit to see Samantha, our lone gorilla. In mid-February, the Zoo staff had decided Samantha needed a companion and found a small black and white rabbit named Panda. Samantha and Panda share the same enclosure and are quite happy. It is heart warming to see the two of them together.
My favorite exhibit was in the barn. Amidst the stalls for horses and pigs is a glassed enclosure where a small, bright green and yellow parrot lives. The parrot sat quite close to the glass to get a better glimpse of all who walked by. A little girl in her grandmother's arms peered at the parrot and brought a finger up to the glass. The parrot tried to reach the child's finger (which of course was impossible). The child shrieked with laughter as she pulled her finger away. Again and again she brought her finger to the glass; again and again the parrot reached for her finger. The little girl's laughter filled the barn. It was good to hear that, and nice to see people interacting with the animals.
When the little girl and her grandmother moved on, I stepped up to the glass and brought my finger up so the parrot could see it. The parrot made no move for my finger. I was a bit put out. The parrot would not play with me.
Several baby animals were born over the winter, and the crowds were thick around the orangutans to see the adorable little one who stayed so close to her mother. The primates had climbed to a high platform where they could see and be seen, and yet feel safe.
Another popular place to be was at the gorilla exhibit to see Samantha, our lone gorilla. In mid-February, the Zoo staff had decided Samantha needed a companion and found a small black and white rabbit named Panda. Samantha and Panda share the same enclosure and are quite happy. It is heart warming to see the two of them together.
My favorite exhibit was in the barn. Amidst the stalls for horses and pigs is a glassed enclosure where a small, bright green and yellow parrot lives. The parrot sat quite close to the glass to get a better glimpse of all who walked by. A little girl in her grandmother's arms peered at the parrot and brought a finger up to the glass. The parrot tried to reach the child's finger (which of course was impossible). The child shrieked with laughter as she pulled her finger away. Again and again she brought her finger to the glass; again and again the parrot reached for her finger. The little girl's laughter filled the barn. It was good to hear that, and nice to see people interacting with the animals.
When the little girl and her grandmother moved on, I stepped up to the glass and brought my finger up so the parrot could see it. The parrot made no move for my finger. I was a bit put out. The parrot would not play with me.
Wednesday, March 14, 2012
Down at the dock
Despite living on my own, I spend a fair amount of time cooking. I like the creativity, the choppng, the mixing. I like taking raw ingredients and making something hot and delicious I can savor. Something simple, like pasta and sauteed veggies and a salad. Yum. Most of the time, my culinary creativity is a success. I'm not a foodie, but I enjoy good food prepared simply and well. Sometimes, however, my efforts hit rock bottom and I am left with a total mess or something inedible. On Saturday, February 25, my efforts were in the inedible category.
I had purchased two chickens, BOGO, at Giant Eagle, my local grocer, and roasted both of them. Easy enough. I took the meat off the bones, froze most of it, and then made gravy. My dinner menu called for biscuits, gravy, and some of that good chicken. Mmmm. Problem is, I can't find a good biscuit recipe, so on this particular Saturday I gave up my search and used a mix. Big mistake. HUGE. The biscuits were tasteless rounds of awfulness. No more biscuit mix!
On Sunday after church, I took those failed biscuits to the dock to feed the gulls. I know I should not feed the birds people food, but it is fun to do once in a while. I parked near Smuggler's restaurant. I could see a flock of 50 or so gulls resting at the water's edge, so I grabbed my bag of biscuits and headed for the pier.
The birds saw me (and the bag) approach, and en masse walked over to greet me. It was the strangest thing; they actually walked over to me. Evidently I am not the only one to feed the birds! The gulls and I walked to the water's edge, to be out of the way of traffic, and the birds began to put up a fuss. Feed me! they seemed to say, so for the next several minutes I tossed crumbs to them as they crowded about me. The gulls were so close I could have reached down to pick them up.
When I was done, I folded the bag, said to the flock "That's it. There isn't any more," and began to walk away. The gulls must have thought I was lying or perhaps needed an escort, because the flock walked me to my car. One even perched on my car hood and waited for me. "Shoo," I told him before I had reason to wash the car, "shoo!" The rest of the flock stared at me in silent reproach. But I drove away without a backwards glance. I will not be made to feel guilty by a flock of gulls.
I had purchased two chickens, BOGO, at Giant Eagle, my local grocer, and roasted both of them. Easy enough. I took the meat off the bones, froze most of it, and then made gravy. My dinner menu called for biscuits, gravy, and some of that good chicken. Mmmm. Problem is, I can't find a good biscuit recipe, so on this particular Saturday I gave up my search and used a mix. Big mistake. HUGE. The biscuits were tasteless rounds of awfulness. No more biscuit mix!
On Sunday after church, I took those failed biscuits to the dock to feed the gulls. I know I should not feed the birds people food, but it is fun to do once in a while. I parked near Smuggler's restaurant. I could see a flock of 50 or so gulls resting at the water's edge, so I grabbed my bag of biscuits and headed for the pier.
The birds saw me (and the bag) approach, and en masse walked over to greet me. It was the strangest thing; they actually walked over to me. Evidently I am not the only one to feed the birds! The gulls and I walked to the water's edge, to be out of the way of traffic, and the birds began to put up a fuss. Feed me! they seemed to say, so for the next several minutes I tossed crumbs to them as they crowded about me. The gulls were so close I could have reached down to pick them up.
When I was done, I folded the bag, said to the flock "That's it. There isn't any more," and began to walk away. The gulls must have thought I was lying or perhaps needed an escort, because the flock walked me to my car. One even perched on my car hood and waited for me. "Shoo," I told him before I had reason to wash the car, "shoo!" The rest of the flock stared at me in silent reproach. But I drove away without a backwards glance. I will not be made to feel guilty by a flock of gulls.
Friday, February 3, 2012
The Dog Show
What: Erie Kennel Club Dog Show
When: Sunday, January 29, 2012
Where: Bayfront Convention Center
Cost: $5
What fun! Dogs everywhere!
Last Sunday I went to the Erie Kennel Club Dog Show on my way to church. What a great way to start the week--the convention center was filled with dogs of almost every kind imaginable. Small, big, tall, fluffy, hairless, wire haired, short haired, energetic, yappy, basso profundo barking dogs. The show had a great canine ensemble strutting their stuff, and all groomed to perfection.
I am by no means an expert on dog breeds, but below is the list of breeds I think I saw. It would be hard to write down all the breeds; there were so many, and at times I had to watch where I stepped as the dogs and their handlers were crowded as they waited to go in the ring. This is my list:
German shepherd
Standard poodle
Beagle
Dalmatian
Doberman
Miniature dachshund
Standard dachshund
Long haired dachshund
Golden retriever
Airedale
Mastiff
Irish wolfhound
Sheltie
Weimaraner
Several terriers I could not identify
Whippet
Greyhound
Chinese crested
German short haired pointer
Schipperke
Welsh corgi
Whew! That's a lot of dogs!
It was interesting to watch dog behavior. I found a Dalmatian in a crate who watched everything with a keen alertness. Not far from the Dalmatian was a Doberman who frantically scratched at his crate pad and barked and growled if another dog got too close. Another Doberman was also crated, and he guarded his handler's handbag.
It was also interesting to observe the dogs as they were being groomed. Some were clearly bored, but the poodles loved to be groomed. One poodle was nearly asleep as his handler combed through his coat.
The saddest was a dog who stood next to his owner, with his tail between his legs and his eyes filled with remorse. The expression on that dog's face was haunting. A dog's expression should reflect his energy, happiness and intelligence. This dog's expression did not.
The dog show was fun, and I will definitely go again. This would be a good family outing.
When: Sunday, January 29, 2012
Where: Bayfront Convention Center
Cost: $5
What fun! Dogs everywhere!
Last Sunday I went to the Erie Kennel Club Dog Show on my way to church. What a great way to start the week--the convention center was filled with dogs of almost every kind imaginable. Small, big, tall, fluffy, hairless, wire haired, short haired, energetic, yappy, basso profundo barking dogs. The show had a great canine ensemble strutting their stuff, and all groomed to perfection.
I am by no means an expert on dog breeds, but below is the list of breeds I think I saw. It would be hard to write down all the breeds; there were so many, and at times I had to watch where I stepped as the dogs and their handlers were crowded as they waited to go in the ring. This is my list:
German shepherd
Standard poodle
Beagle
Dalmatian
Doberman
Miniature dachshund
Standard dachshund
Long haired dachshund
Golden retriever
Airedale
Mastiff
Irish wolfhound
Sheltie
Weimaraner
Several terriers I could not identify
Whippet
Greyhound
Chinese crested
German short haired pointer
Schipperke
Welsh corgi
Whew! That's a lot of dogs!
It was interesting to watch dog behavior. I found a Dalmatian in a crate who watched everything with a keen alertness. Not far from the Dalmatian was a Doberman who frantically scratched at his crate pad and barked and growled if another dog got too close. Another Doberman was also crated, and he guarded his handler's handbag.
It was also interesting to observe the dogs as they were being groomed. Some were clearly bored, but the poodles loved to be groomed. One poodle was nearly asleep as his handler combed through his coat.
The saddest was a dog who stood next to his owner, with his tail between his legs and his eyes filled with remorse. The expression on that dog's face was haunting. A dog's expression should reflect his energy, happiness and intelligence. This dog's expression did not.
The dog show was fun, and I will definitely go again. This would be a good family outing.
Friday, January 27, 2012
Lake Effect Lace, Erie Art Museum
Lake Effect Lace Gallery Talk with Carol Posch Comstock
January 20, 2012
Erie Art Museum
411 State Street
Erie, PA 16501
Many years ago when I was an undergraduate student at Villa Maria College, I took a photography class taught by Carol Posch Comstock. I was pleased to see she was giving a presentation on her latest photographic interest at the Erie Art Museum. Carol is developing expertise in photographing snowflakes and because I knew she would bring passion and devotion to her work, I was interested in hearing her speak.
Carol became interested in photographing snowflakes through her interests in nature and geometric patterns. Before hearing her speak, I had never thought of snowflakes as geometrically shaped, but she is right. How could I have missed that?
Carol explained the process used in working with these tiny creations. It involves connecting a camera to a microscope lens and carefully placing a snowflake on a slide. This is a painstaking process that involves the proper lighting and temperature conditions--snowflakes melt quickly. I was surprised to learn atmospheric conditions affect the detail on the flakes. Carol said an outside temperature in the single digits will produce a more sharply defined flake than temperatures in the 20's.
Carol's photographs were breathtaking. The snowflakes are so intricate, so delicate, and so temporary. There is a world of beauty to be found under Carol's microscope, a world that well melt before us. I was entranced by Carol's work.
If you would like to see examples of her work, she has a show at the Erie Art Museum through February 25, 2012. You can also check her website at www.goodsofthespirit.com.
January 20, 2012
Erie Art Museum
411 State Street
Erie, PA 16501
Many years ago when I was an undergraduate student at Villa Maria College, I took a photography class taught by Carol Posch Comstock. I was pleased to see she was giving a presentation on her latest photographic interest at the Erie Art Museum. Carol is developing expertise in photographing snowflakes and because I knew she would bring passion and devotion to her work, I was interested in hearing her speak.
Carol became interested in photographing snowflakes through her interests in nature and geometric patterns. Before hearing her speak, I had never thought of snowflakes as geometrically shaped, but she is right. How could I have missed that?
Carol explained the process used in working with these tiny creations. It involves connecting a camera to a microscope lens and carefully placing a snowflake on a slide. This is a painstaking process that involves the proper lighting and temperature conditions--snowflakes melt quickly. I was surprised to learn atmospheric conditions affect the detail on the flakes. Carol said an outside temperature in the single digits will produce a more sharply defined flake than temperatures in the 20's.
Carol's photographs were breathtaking. The snowflakes are so intricate, so delicate, and so temporary. There is a world of beauty to be found under Carol's microscope, a world that well melt before us. I was entranced by Carol's work.
If you would like to see examples of her work, she has a show at the Erie Art Museum through February 25, 2012. You can also check her website at www.goodsofthespirit.com.
Saturday, January 7, 2012
The Help
Welcome back to my blog! During the past several months, I have had health issues which have kept me close to home. I am afraid the blog has been left to rest as I recuperated. As the new year starts, it seems appropriate to begin again.
About a week ago, my friend Kim and I went to the dollar theater to see the film, The Help. The story takes place in Jackson, MS, in 1963, and shows life from the perspective of "the help," the African-American women who worked as maids.
I'm not sure how to feel about the film. I've seen it twice, something I do not ordinarily do. The first time I saw the film, I enjoyed it and found it thought provoking and entertaining. When my friend Kim suggested we see it together, I thought I would have much the same reaction as I did the first time. I didn't.
The second time around, the shallowness and hypocrisy of the society women were much more apparent. Behavior and values were appalling. I suppose it could be argued many of the characters were stereotypes, but they were more a turn-off than entertaining.
My reaction to the maids was opposite to how I felt about the society women. I wanted to see the maids as my friends. They were the most interesting characters in the film, and the story would have been more dynamic if more attention had been given them.
Kim's reaction to the The Help was different than mine. Kim thought it a very well done story with a good message about discrimination. I thought Kim made a very good point when she said the characters were developed to play off each other well. She said she would want her children to see the film, and I agree with that. It is interesting that two people can see the same film in so many different ways!
About a week ago, my friend Kim and I went to the dollar theater to see the film, The Help. The story takes place in Jackson, MS, in 1963, and shows life from the perspective of "the help," the African-American women who worked as maids.
I'm not sure how to feel about the film. I've seen it twice, something I do not ordinarily do. The first time I saw the film, I enjoyed it and found it thought provoking and entertaining. When my friend Kim suggested we see it together, I thought I would have much the same reaction as I did the first time. I didn't.
The second time around, the shallowness and hypocrisy of the society women were much more apparent. Behavior and values were appalling. I suppose it could be argued many of the characters were stereotypes, but they were more a turn-off than entertaining.
My reaction to the maids was opposite to how I felt about the society women. I wanted to see the maids as my friends. They were the most interesting characters in the film, and the story would have been more dynamic if more attention had been given them.
Kim's reaction to the The Help was different than mine. Kim thought it a very well done story with a good message about discrimination. I thought Kim made a very good point when she said the characters were developed to play off each other well. She said she would want her children to see the film, and I agree with that. It is interesting that two people can see the same film in so many different ways!
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