Sunday, March 25, 2007


We had daylight saving in this part of the globe last weekend. We had to Fall back. Funny thing is, my mother had just sprung forward the weekend prior.
I chat with my mother once a week. We have done so since my brother died in 2005. There are times when something comes up and I can't be home to chat with her, but that seldom happens. To be honest, I have become so wrapped up in studying that I have forgotten a few times. Nobody's perfect.
So back to daylight saving...We have our chats on Friday 10pm Eastern time which is on a Saturday for me. The day of our chat is perfect since it is the weekend, but the time does fluctuate. For six months out of the year, I need to be on the computer at 2 in the afternoon, and for the other six months I need to be on the computer at 4 in the afternoon. The tricky part is that our times don't change at the same time. She has her daylight saving time before I do, in this which case I have to be on the computer at 3!
So, how does this effect me (Is that the right effect? I always get affect and effect mixed up argh!!). Well, the day of our change over, my mother and I were talking about how the weather was becoming warmer, the grass was going to need cutting soon, Easter is around the corner, and my cousin has had to postpone her wedding because all the receptions halls are booked (Spring is wedding season), and so forth. In other words, I was in Spring mode. So, when it came to change our time that night, naturally I set all the clocks forward when I should have set them back! No wonder I burst into my daughters' bedroom stressed out because we were going to be late for our appointment to have our family portrait taken. Of course my daughters set their clock correctly, so the joke was on me.
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We use to live in Indiana and there is one county there that doesn't change their time (the voted not to). It was always weird because we had friends in that part of the country whom we sometimes visited and we always had to adjust our gathering time when we visited each other. And do you want to know something really funny?
I lived in Qum for several years. This is a town in Iran. They began to use daylight saving time when I was there. I was accustomed to it so I didn't think anything of it but the majority of the people were really upset about it. They opposed the idea and many refused to change their time. So, for 6 months out of the year, everyone was saying, "I'll meet you at 2:00 the old time" or "I'll meet you at 2:00 the government time". Can you imagine the confusion?
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A week has past and I've made the adjustment to the new time. I like daylight saving time, despite the stress it causes me. It's nice to 'think' I have gained an extra hour every year. Of course, you feel short changed when you loose an extra hour in the Fall. But the reality is, time is a state of mind. We don't really gain or loose an extra hour. Still, daylight saving time has that wonderful psychological effect. A little 'extra' time is what we all want, right?

A Sonnet

With how sad steps, O Moon, thou climb'st the skies,
How silently, and with how wan a face,
What may it be, that even in heavenly place
That busy archer his sharp arrows tries?
Sure if that long with Love acquainted eyes
Can judge of Love, though feel'st a lover's case;
I read it in thy looks, thy languished grace
To me that feel the like, thy state descries.
Then even of fellowship, O Moon, tell me
Is constant Love deemed there but want of wit?
Are beauties there as proud as here they be?
Do they above love to be loved, and yet
Thos lovers scorn whom that Love doth possess?
Do they call Virtue there ungratefulness?

--Sir Phillip Sidney


Wednesday, March 21, 2007

Essays, essays and more essays!!

The mid-semester break will begin in a couple of weeks time. Until then, I have another 2 essays to complete and a test. I'm looking forward to this weekend though when I hope to squeeze in a little crochet. I was writing an art history essay last weekend. After I handed it in, I realized that one of my sentences separated from a paragraph...argh!! Good grief!!

Poetry!! Okay, I do love poetry (not modern). I just wish my analysing would improve. I knew I had a wild imagination, but I've taken sonnets to a new world.

History!! Love, love, love history... can't get enough of it. You gotta be nosey, which I am, to love history. I have to know everything: why did that happen? who said that? why didn't they do that?, etc.

Art history!! We had lectures about the history of printing this week ... so cool!!

Still, I can't wait to get some crocheting time...maybe I'll get to finally make my bracelet? Probably not.

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Thursday, March 15, 2007

Spiders and University

While at a friend's house, my daughter took a picture of a Tunnel spider's web that was spun in a tree. This is so cool.
Do you see the center where it looks like a faint ring. That is the entrance of the tunnel. It is so neatly engineered. The next tunnel I drive through (and there aren't many in New Zealand) will be seen from a different perspective. I'll never view a tunnel the same way again!

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This is the park located across campus. The University of Auckland is located downtown. It's actually a great location because not only is the park beside the campus, but also the Auckland Art Gallary and the museum is about a 15 mintue walk, or for me a 5 minute drive.
Isn't the park a terrific place to have lunch!!

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This is the water fountain at the instant stress reliever.
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Saturday, March 10, 2007

Saturday, March 3, 2007

University & Dyslexia

My second week of university classes begin tomorrow. My first week was great! I'm looking forward in learning about medieval poetry, art, and history (both medieval and New Zealand).
I've always been intimidated by poetry and find that I still haven't crossed the mine field. You would think at 43 years of age I would be more confident but I'm actually more timid. Youth is a wonderful confidence booster. You can look death in the face and still feel you'll come out the winner. Yet, I am optimistic and hopeful that I will do well...fingers crossed.
I have come a long way. This time last year I was waking up around 4am feeling nauseous and panicked. Pacing back and forth on my patio that early in the morning, consoling myself, must have seemed odd to anyone who may have been watching. Bit by bit, the days got easier. After two weeks had passed, I felt I should have been wearing a T-shirt that said "I survived the first two weeks!" The rest of the year was wonderful except for the pressure of exams...I loathe exams. I don't work well under intellectual pressure (pressure for designing is great though because I can push myself and still get the results I want).
Towards the end of the academic year of 2006, I had myself tested for dyslexia. This is going to sound really peculiar, but ever since I came to New Zealand I've had my right and left direction switched. Go figure! I say "Go right.", but I point left, and "Go left.", but I point right. And if anyone says to look at the beautiful house on the left, all heads turn to the left but mine, which is turned right. I can't tell you how many 'beautiful' scenes I have missed since we came here. It took me 2 years to get my driver's licence because I feared I would not be able to follow the directions of the person testing me. I did, however, pass the test :)
When I explained this to the person who tested me for dyslexia, naturally I saw a look of amusement on her face. However, after telling her that I have to dial a telephone number several times because I dialed them wrong, she took me more serious and ran me through 4 hours of testing. The result was that I didn't suffer from dyslexia but rather a poor short and long term memory. Yes, that does explain a lot, but it doesn't explain the left/right directional dysfunction I have. She couldn't explain that.
I also learned something else from those tests...I am an intelligent person! I didn't think I was unintelligent...I just thought that after being around children, my constant companions for 20 years, that I had lost my ability to reason and think. I did read over the years, but I have never been a critical reader or thinker. I've never interacted with what I read. The most challenging aspect of university is not the notetaking, assignments, or exams. Rather, it is the opinion you must formulate and argue...yikes! An opinion? but I've always kept my opinions to myself. Well that sure changed in 2006. It was an enlightening experience.
Knowledge is Power.