Twitter Me This @mchannon2020

Spent a good part of today online -- yahoo, Google docs, or actually, Google apps, Facebook, and yes, navigating my newly created Twitter account. I now follow 30 people and I tweeted twice, go figure. I also began creating then and abandoning a website via Wix and another via Google. I barely blog, there's no way I would update a website. 


I will ask permission to unblock Google apps or at least, docs and Gmail for faculty; it's a powerful tool for communication and collaboration. We shall see. Now back to the TDL I created on Google docs and haven't looked at since.


Figure out the 2020?

Love Good Sentences

“So we beat on, boats against the current, borne back ceaselessly into the past.”  
                        Final sentence of The Great Gatsby.


“It was a queer, sultry summer, the summer they electrocuted the Rosenbergs, and I didn’t know what I was doing in New York.”  

                       Opening sentence of The Bell Jar Sylvia Plath

“I planned my death carefully; unlike my life, which meandered along from one thing to another, despite my feeble attempts to control it.”
                       Opening sentence, Lady Oracle, Margaret Atwood

A Gem from F. Scott

"There must have been moments even that afternoon when Daisy tumbled short of his dreams--not through her own fault but because of the colossal vitality of his illusion. It had gone beyond her, beyond everything. He had thrown himself into it with a creative passion."

When will I ever learn?

Sometimes I feel like the warden on the receiving end of Tim Robbins' classic  "How can you be so obtuse?" comment in The Shawshank Redemption. I should just throw myself in the brig for a month or two until I learn my lesson. It is indeed remarkable this ability I've perfected of losing sight of the big picture and entangling myself in minutiae.  Or, I'll realize I've been traveling Magoo-like down a certain path, oblivious to falling buildings and disappearing bridges. It's truly mind boggling.  And I thought I was Miss Smarty Pants.

The Summer of My Posterior Tibial Tendon

Somewhere in this blog or maybe the last, or the one before that, I swore off "to do" lists. This lasted maybe a week. I cannot survive without them, even if I sometimes, okay, often neglect their commands. Being home most of the summer recuperating from surgery should have been a great time to tackle many tdl items, but alas not so. Did a lot more thinking about doing than actual doing -- a virtual experience indeed. What has emerged is a more realistic sense of professional purpose and direction,  a reaffirmation of the importance of being fully present, and a desire to cultivate a more centered spiritual life. Of course, the work lies in moving from the virtual to the actual. Time will tell.

Wow and I just had a little ankle surgery.

Transferral of Leadership of the Sisters of St. Joseph, August 2011

This is a clip from the ceremony held at Sacred Heart Chapel in Brentwood, during which the congregation's leadership was transferred to a new team. S. Helen Kearney is the new president. This is a beautifully rendered, poignant and prayerful "litany of the saints," calling upon deceased Sisters of St. Joseph to "pray for us." Moving and inspiring for me as I have been truly blessed throughout my life by this community of holy women. Pray for them.

OMG... This Explains Me to a Tee!

Self-Help for Adult ADD / ADHD: Tips for Managing Symptoms and Getting Focused

This Week: Healthy Eats and the New York Jets

The return of the crock pot (apparently also known as "slow cooker") signals winter for me, with warm comfort food that's easy to prepare and healthy to eat. .. as long as I watch the sodium. On the menu for this week: chicken soup, turkey London broil with quinoa and steamed veggies, and lentil soup. Fortunately, I do not have any other mouths to feed, so taste is not an issue, and I'll make enough for the week. Not a particularly substantive post, but a basic one nevertheless.

In other news... I am a big Jets fan. I am thrilled they won. But Holy Mother of God, the sight of Antonio Cromartie blessing himself before a kick off was a bit more than I could take. We (Catholics, that is) get enough bad press; we certainly don't need any more.

1-1-11

Nunc Coepi.. now we begin... again.  I think I finally understand that my perennial desire to "get back on track," at this point, is hardwired into my DNA, period.  And I guess as long as the track is solid and headed in a positive direction, it's all good.  It would be nice to actually stay on the track, without falling off or taking a wayward turn. Such a feat, however, would likely be my last stop; so I'd better just get used to the detours.