Here's a photo of me taking my first bite EVER of cheese curd. Our colleague Dean, born and raised in Delta, UT insisted that we stop in Beaver, UT for this infamous cheese curd. Despite that the food has the most inedible sounding name on Planet Earth, I'd say it was pretty darn tasty when it was fresh. But a couple hours later, curd cheese is rubbery at best.
|Dean insisted we stop, and, really, how does one say no to reputable cheese?|
|I actually had to ask someone what DFA stood for. Oops. heh. heh. I guess this "farm-girl"missed that day in 4-H.|
For those who may not know, folios are the "complete" works of Shakespeare, the 1st ever to be published as an omnibus. (It didn't actually have all of his plays, but close.) We got to look at them in a glass case and smile at how all the lower case s's looked like f's. It made reading Shakespeare even more challenging.
|Mini Shakespearean plays|
Ah well. Instead you get the traditional feet photo and this story about Dumas. Her favorite word in the English language is "serendipity", which apparently gets it's name from an island called Serendip. Never does one plan to land there, it only happens on accident. She told it much more beautifully and with a humorists flair of course.
Then back at the conference...
Here's a poem I wrote that was inspired by this line of a poem called "You Begin" by Margaret Atwood:
"Then the world which is round and has only the colors of these nine crayons."
The red crayon of absolutes.The black of cultural misunderstanding.The white of superior blandness.No grey.The blue of sadness but not the depths of sorrow, depression, and melancholy songs.
The yellow crayon of childhood innocence.No grey.The pink of feminine constraints and societal demands.The green of the earth, cordoned off on the globe by blue globs; a simple division.No grey.The brown of dirt, of filth, of muddy waters...and minds.The orange of sunsets, a color that bleeds emotions and hope. Orange is the mother of new colors.
It's still pretty raw, but as we were taught this weekend, writing isn't always about perfection.