You can tell that this picture was taken a few days ago, because you can see the road underneath the car. It’s been snowing and snowing and snowing lately.
One month down, eleven to go! Drive safe!
It’s a snow day!! And it’s STILL snowing! How great is that?
The subject matter for today’s Daily JPG comes courtesy of the infamous Stixen, who finds fantastic little doodads and doohickeys and sends them my way from time to time. The funny thing is, I have a parcel that needs sending that way in return. Has been sitting around for over a month. Who’s the bad friend? (“I am, I am!”)
Voila: a saxophone-playing pirate angel. All the best things in the world, all combined into one delicious little mantle-piece. Go raibh maith agat!
Which is somewhat different than a “Daily JOG”…
I’m working on my poetry lessons, and one of the poems I’ve found is about an eagle. Thought I’d include it, beings as it kinda complements this here picture of a bald eagle in full wing. Bald eagles live in Idaho, y’know. I’ve seen whole trees full of them, no jokin’…
by Robert Francis
The American eagle is not aware he is
the American eagle. He is never tempted
to look modest.
When orators advertise the American eagle’s
virtues, the American eagle is not listening.
This is his virtue.
He is somewhere else, he is mountains away
but even if he were near he would never
make an audience.
The American eagle never says he will serve
if drafted, will dutifully serve etc. He is
not at our service.
If we have honored him we have honored one
who unequivocally honors himself by
He does not know the meaning of magnificent.
Perhaps we do not altogether either
who cannot touch him.
This is Slim, an 18-year-old female golden eagle, and her rehabilitator/keeper/”mate” Monty. (He doesn’t think he’s her mate – she does.) You can’t exactly tell from this picture, but Slim is a heckuva big bird.
I took this picture at Bald Eagle Day on Saturday morning.
There are something like 80 mated pairs of golden eagles in Idaho.
Come on. You’re telling me you wouldn’t grab his butt, given half a chance?
(Okay. So I totally had no idea I’d done this until I looked at the picture that night. Oops.)
The fella in orange is my former boss, Jerry Brady. He ran for governor of Idaho twice and is an amazing person. It was pretty cool to come out of Nikki Giovanni’s talk and see him – and Barack – there in the hall.
Okay, so how cool is this?
Nikki Giovanni came to Boise. ASBSU brought her here to speak at their annual MLK Celebration Week. Most of us never heard of Nikki Giovanni until she read her poem to the world in the aftermath of the Virginia Tech shootings. (Giovanni is an English professor at VA Tech.) I’d read some of her other poetry since, and was captivated by her powerful voice.
Well, she came, and Mom and I went, and it was so cool. She was bloody hilarious. I couldn’t even begin to give you a sense of how cool it was. (How many times can I say “cool” in one post?) She was flippant and fiery and had something to say. She read several of her poems, which absolutely made my night. And then she took questions, and she took mine – words of advice for my tenth graders as I try to help them find their voices and write their own poetry – and then she signed books, and now I have an autographed copy of her collected works. I’m a happy girl.
That’s why tonight’s Daily JPG is a sneakily-taken photograph of Dr. Giovanni at the podium. I would like to state, for my record mostly, that she wore an orange dress shirt, lavender tie, vividly purple slacks, with red leather shoes and bag.
Incidentally, there is some SERIOUS snow going on here. Worst I think I’ve ever seen in it in Boise. In fact, it’s so bad that one of two things is going to happen in the morning:
See, I could have written something worth reading. Instead, I’ve just finished reading what may the best book I’ve read in a Very Long Time.
If you want to read something more substantial, I’ve got a suggestion. Click here. The password is my real first name. You’ll enjoy, I think.
And in the meantime, a hastily posted Daily JPG before I get some much-needed rest.