Showing posts with label words. Show all posts
Showing posts with label words. Show all posts
Monday, October 08, 2007
Do you hear that hollow, whooshing noise?
Words can be weapons that pop balloons of happiness, sucking the joy out of everything!
Monday, September 03, 2007
Of Motivation, Meaning, Method, & Madness
The work sucks me in--
Pushes my thinking,
Changes my mind--
Synthesizes substance,
Sculpts shape,
In a del.icio.us Flickr of time
That lasts for hours
And passes in seconds.
But prevailing paradigms
Pull . . . ideas, teeth, fingernails,
Imprison . . . change
Force . . . fearful flickers of thought
Smother . . . creativity
In tomes--
Filled with dead words
That pass in seconds
But linger a lifetime.
Epitaph (or epilogue, depending on which meaning, method, and/or madness you prefer!)
Cherice Montgomery, September 4, 2007
Friday, August 24, 2007
Goodbye
A lifetime of living
And loving
Just doesn't fit
In the package.
The heart, too full.
The tears, too small.
The words, too few
To contain it all.
The loss, too great.
The grief, too new.
The wait, too long.
Dee, I'll miss you.
Cherice Montgomery, August 24, 2007
And loving
Just doesn't fit
In the package.
The heart, too full.
The tears, too small.
The words, too few
To contain it all.
The loss, too great.
The grief, too new.
The wait, too long.
Dee, I'll miss you.
Cherice Montgomery, August 24, 2007
Tuesday, July 03, 2007
Vital Statistics
Can I just say my stats class is going to kill me?! It is nearly 3:30 a.m. and I am sitting here waiting for my take-home quiz to print so that I can go to bed. How many hours does a person have to invest to understand the stuff?! I sit in class for 6 hours a week (and actually pay attention and take good notes for the entire 6 hours), do about 3 hours of homework for each class, plus 2 hours of work with a homework group, plus the additional hours on the quizzes. AGGGH! This one, 3-credit class has become the equivalent of about a part-time job! Literally!
What is SO incredibly frustrating is that I am starting to "feel" how the numbers work together. I can see that the equations are all related and that they build on one another (which tells me that they are just describing different facets of what the numbers are doing/representing--like saying the same thing in different words so that you end up emphasizing different aspects of the thing). Unfortunately, the class moves at close to the speed of light (gotta cover everything, after all) and the relationships among the concepts are NOT clear.
The instructor does a great job given the institutional constraints on the course/her teaching. It is just so frustrating to realize that I am actually at a point in my relationship with mathematics where I could actually understand and BENEFIT from it, and can't because something gets lost in the translation between the words and the symbols. I soooo need a good translator. I may just sit down and make myself (and all the other poor students who have to endure this torture that SHOULDN'T be torturous) a chart . . . if I can ever get enough sleep to think through it clearly.
As I hear parents say, "Use your words" to their 2-year-olds, I think of mathematicians who haven't yet learned to use THEIR words to explain their symbols to me.
I did have to chuckle when I realized that the symbols really are all Greek (at least, so far)! The phrase, "It's all Greek to me" has a totally new meaning to me now! I'll have to ask my colleague from Greece tomorrow if the symbols mean something else in Greek, or if math is just naturally easy for him!
What is SO incredibly frustrating is that I am starting to "feel" how the numbers work together. I can see that the equations are all related and that they build on one another (which tells me that they are just describing different facets of what the numbers are doing/representing--like saying the same thing in different words so that you end up emphasizing different aspects of the thing). Unfortunately, the class moves at close to the speed of light (gotta cover everything, after all) and the relationships among the concepts are NOT clear.
The instructor does a great job given the institutional constraints on the course/her teaching. It is just so frustrating to realize that I am actually at a point in my relationship with mathematics where I could actually understand and BENEFIT from it, and can't because something gets lost in the translation between the words and the symbols. I soooo need a good translator. I may just sit down and make myself (and all the other poor students who have to endure this torture that SHOULDN'T be torturous) a chart . . . if I can ever get enough sleep to think through it clearly.
As I hear parents say, "Use your words" to their 2-year-olds, I think of mathematicians who haven't yet learned to use THEIR words to explain their symbols to me.
I did have to chuckle when I realized that the symbols really are all Greek (at least, so far)! The phrase, "It's all Greek to me" has a totally new meaning to me now! I'll have to ask my colleague from Greece tomorrow if the symbols mean something else in Greek, or if math is just naturally easy for him!
Wednesday, December 14, 2005
For My Friend
When your voice collapsed,
I knew your world had too.
So many layers
Of life
And so much love
Suddenly in pieces
On the floor of your heart.
Sharp shards of
Piercing pain
Etch grief
On every surface
Of the soul.
Heartfelt words
Echo hollowly--
Emphasizing
The emptiness
They were meant to fill.
I knew your world had too.
So many layers
Of life
And so much love
Suddenly in pieces
On the floor of your heart.
Sharp shards of
Piercing pain
Etch grief
On every surface
Of the soul.
Heartfelt words
Echo hollowly--
Emphasizing
The emptiness
They were meant to fill.
My heart aches for you.
November 20, 2005
Once you let someone into you heart, they become a part of who you are, and you become a part of them. Neither divorce, death, nor distance can change that. Love integrates. Grief only testifies of love.
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