whew

what an exhausting week. great but tiring.

that's all.

fantastico

i decided that brixx needs to be bigger. there is nowhere to wait for a table, the bar is too crowded, and there is very little seating. also, i got into the bk program, which is awesome. i got offered a position to work on an inclusion project with a brand new grant at greensboro, which is awesome. i got accepted to the wage$ program, which is awesome. i quit myspace, thank god.

i almost died today.

riley and i went for our usual walk around Anderson Park Lake...but this time, we were actually CHASED by a mommy goose. she was with about 5 little baby geese (goslings?) and she did not like riley even walking near them. she followed us at last 20 feet down the path and was opening her mouth making a heinous goose sound. i was scared. for realz.


"Baby Dog Hunts Baby Geese"

My name is kate, and I am a children's book addict.

I've been working on my new manuscript for submission and in the process have become addicted to buying children's books. My earlier post on Zen Shorts shows my current favorite...and most recent buy. When I used to log into amazon, it would present me with my usual top picks on improv, training and teaching strategies, and therapy through play...now I get things like The Incredible Book-Eating Boy. I will say that this is not an inexpensive addiction, and if I really want that DY ring, I should stop spending my extra cash on Eric Carle and save my pennies for my more materialistic passions.

I think it's fascinating because children's books are written by adults...and similar to some improv theories, these books provide really meaty underlying subtext within the story which is meant for children to pick up. But is it really? I mean, children don't actually read children's books...adults do. Children look at the pictures and listen to the story, but are they processing all the advice, hidden meanings, and morals presented to them? Us adults like to think they are getting it...really grasping concepts like racism, disability, economic struggle in their new and innocent brains. At school, after reading a story, lets say about racism, I often present concepts like this, "Friends, Jimmy didn't want Jake to play at his house just because he was a different color, isn't that so sad?" And usually the response is twelve (well, 10 responsive) little heads nodding "yes, that's terrible" in a sheer disappointed fashion.

Children are smart. I think we are just not sure how smart sometimes. Adults underestimate and overestimate children's abilities all the time...so we have to make up for it through consistency. Which means we have to keep writing this books so that they teach a hefty lesson, and if some kids get it - great! - if not - Oh well, we tried...right?

Matching!

So finally i have recovered. my stomach is still a little shaky...but eh.

in other media:



me and beef will be matching soon!


and a reminder - i still want this:

les miserables

so i hate it when my kids don't stay home when they're sick...because i inevitably end up getting sick. such is the case right now. 2 days of massive stomach problems...the works. ewww. in the process i pulled my shoulder, pinched nerve city, excruciating pain at 3:30am...winding up in the chiropractors office getting ultrasound. great!

missing ryan's birthday dinner and my belt graduation.

GGRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR.