Yesterday, it snowed. Last night, it rained. This morning we woke to new snow covered by a thin layer of ice like syrup poured over frozen sugar. I had a childhood love/hate relationship with this kind of snow. Working carefully (tough job for a kid) I could lift slabs of the ice. In perfect conditions they were like poured glass. For some reason the ice fascinated me. Looking through it changed the landscape. When I tired of looking at it, I could break it into smaller pieces and sail it like frisbees. The ice also had a mean side. It broke beneath my feet and sharp edges painfully nicked ankles. Falling, a common side-effect of running, sledding and otherwise enjoying winter, into ice snow resulted in cuts on cheeks and wrists; wounds frequently not evident until after play when cold numbed skin warmed in front of the stove.
My last post was an essay written for the E-Learning and Digital Cultures offering by coursea.org. I will not be posting those essays here again. The tone and topic do not fit what I intend for this blog. Instead, using my alter-ego Chrome Poet, I am posting the essays at Cow Dot Chromepoet where, if you are interested, I posted a follow-on to the first essay. Writing the second essay proved as difficult as the first. I suspect reading it feels only slightly, if at all, easier. As I noted in the first essay, I do not find the current focus interesting. In the second, I think I explain why better than I did in the first. Though the essay appears at chromepoet.com and has a Chrome Poet byline, it was written by the Karl May side of my brain. I think a Chrome Poet version would be more entertaining albeit less polite or politically correct.
I would recommend avoiding the second essay but my ego is great. Having written and posted the essay, I would like to think someone read it. I doubt other students will.
Now, off to something real, shoveling ice snow. Thank you for stopping by.
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