Comments for Nancy Casey http://www.authornancycasey.com Just another WordPress site Thu, 19 Jul 2012 05:34:56 +0000 hourly 1 http://wordpress.org/?v=3.3.2 Comment on Love Them Tools by admin http://www.authornancycasey.com/love-them-tools-2/#comment-1562 admin Thu, 19 Jul 2012 05:34:56 +0000 http://www.authornancycasey.com/?p=618#comment-1562 Thank you Robin! I am a fan of Unwelcome Guests. Nancy Thank you Robin! I am a fan of Unwelcome Guests.
Nancy

]]> Comment on Love Them Tools by Robin Upton http://www.authornancycasey.com/love-them-tools-2/#comment-1488 Robin Upton Tue, 17 Jul 2012 04:23:58 +0000 http://www.authornancycasey.com/?p=618#comment-1488 I've picked up a couple of other Views from Planet Nancy before, but this one really hit the spot for me - I think I might try and work it into an English lesson. I teach second language learners from a range of backgrounds who are often lacking confidence and could really use your message. See you in orbit! <i>Robin</i> I’ve picked up a couple of other Views from Planet Nancy before, but this one really hit the spot for me – I think I might try and work it into an English lesson. I teach second language learners from a range of backgrounds who are often lacking confidence and could really use your message.

See you in orbit!

Robin

]]> Comment on Best & Brightest by anon http://www.authornancycasey.com/best-brightest/#comment-1131 anon Tue, 03 Jul 2012 05:19:33 +0000 http://www.authornancycasey.com/?p=575#comment-1131 "I’m daunted by the amount of nonsense I might have to wade through just to figure out what a quantum computer is." LOL You mean you found the book's author Très Void? I have a phd in theoretical physics and I don't think Seth Lloyd is a good example of what a scientist should be. He's a bit narcissistic, don't you think? Recently I saw a TV documentary about a woman biologist (If I remember correctly, she works in a Tanzania preserve, near Mt. Kilimanjaro). She has spent most of her life studying elephants in Africa . She is a fountain of knowledge about them. And not just about their science. She could spend hours telling you about the history of her family of elephants. I said to myself. Now that is a really good scientist. Self-effacing. Precise. Passionate about her subject. Trying to share her knowledge. Not constantly trying to prove that she is better than you are. That's the type of scientist I want to be when I grow up. (Okay. I'm already grown up, but that's not the point.) “I’m daunted by the amount of nonsense I might have to wade through just to figure out what a quantum computer is.”

LOL You mean you found the book’s author Très Void?

I have a phd in theoretical physics and I don’t think Seth Lloyd is a good example of what a scientist should be. He’s a bit narcissistic, don’t you think?

Recently I saw a TV documentary about a woman biologist (If I remember correctly, she works in a Tanzania preserve, near Mt. Kilimanjaro). She has spent most of her life studying elephants in Africa . She is a fountain of knowledge about them. And not just about their science. She could spend hours telling you about the history of her family of elephants. I said to myself. Now that is a really good scientist. Self-effacing. Precise. Passionate about her subject. Trying to share her knowledge. Not constantly trying to prove that she is better than you are. That’s the type of scientist I want to be when I grow up.
(Okay. I’m already grown up, but that’s not the point.)

]]> Comment on May Day by Margy Rockenbeck http://www.authornancycasey.com/may-day/#comment-442 Margy Rockenbeck Tue, 01 May 2012 16:00:05 +0000 http://www.authornancycasey.com/?p=364#comment-442 I LOVE this poem by Vonnie Thompson! I LOVE this poem by Vonnie Thompson!

]]> Comment on Tax Dollar by paula coomer http://www.authornancycasey.com/tax-dollar/#comment-359 paula coomer Wed, 18 Apr 2012 15:30:25 +0000 http://www.authornancycasey.com/?p=249#comment-359 You know I was certain I was the inspiration for this. Made me laugh and laugh and laugh. THANK YOU for once again putting it all into perspective. Keep rockin' and rollin', Nancy! You know I was certain I was the inspiration for this. Made me laugh and laugh and laugh. THANK YOU for once again putting it all into perspective. Keep rockin’ and rollin’, Nancy!

]]> Comment on Sestina for the Creek by Kimberly http://www.authornancycasey.com/sestina-for-the-creek/#comment-331 Kimberly Fri, 13 Apr 2012 18:49:50 +0000 http://www.authornancycasey.com/?p=235#comment-331 wow, wow, wow. the poem picks up speed, like the creek picks up speed with more and more water and then WOW, ends with the Big Bang. love this.. thank you. wow, wow, wow. the poem picks up speed, like the creek picks up speed with more and more water and then WOW, ends with the Big Bang. love this.. thank you.

]]> Comment on Just Yesterday by Jeanne http://www.authornancycasey.com/just-yesterday/#comment-329 Jeanne Fri, 13 Apr 2012 16:44:20 +0000 http://www.authornancycasey.com/?p=242#comment-329 I am going out to start my daily gravel duty. You are my inspiration. Now I will move two cart loads a day from the pile blocking the little camper, to the rain drop gorge along the south edge of my studio. ... I love your blog. I’m hooked. I am going out to start my daily gravel duty. You are my inspiration. Now I will move two cart loads a day from the pile blocking the little camper, to the rain drop gorge along the south edge of my studio. … I love your blog. I’m hooked.

]]> Comment on Behind the Iron Curtain by Lida http://www.authornancycasey.com/behind-the-iron-curtain/#comment-258 Lida Wed, 04 Apr 2012 15:01:36 +0000 http://www.authornancycasey.com/?p=206#comment-258 Nice! Nice!

]]> Comment on Sestina Etceterina by Kimberly http://www.authornancycasey.com/sestina-etceterina/#comment-253 Kimberly Wed, 04 Apr 2012 00:38:13 +0000 http://www.authornancycasey.com/?p=176#comment-253 here is a sestina for you, Nancy!! Wandering sestina Pushed out through a heavy door, wander feet leather clad, and tight in each hand a diamond, a ruby, a promise of pear. Off into the wide world, chasing an angel who drops a fine trail of silver reflecting the moon at midnight. Each daybreak, each midnight my feet filled with wander collect the shards of silver pure moonlight in each hand. In the brook, the face of my angel eyes shimmer the shape of pear. Dream sweet sticky pear travel the sky at midnight pulled along by my angel who sings me to wander. Disowned, alone, each hand missing, replaced by two silver, cold and stiff solid silver that crushes the gentle ripe pear. Kings and priests hold out a hand beckoned me at midnight. I ignore their pleas and wander follow the sliver moon and its angel. Breathing wings I ride my angel, slide the moonbeam glowing silver in and out of stars we wander. Called back by counted fruit, sweet pear, held in my teeth, the stroke of midnight recollect the hope of hand. At the edge of the great forest, hand holds the face of an angel past the dark hour of midnight. Shiver to clear chorus of silver bells, each a pure pear chime, journey’s end, bitter wander. Taste the end of wander. With each hand pluck a pear, beckon an angel, polish the silver of midnight. KEKinser March 2012 here is a sestina for you, Nancy!!

Wandering sestina

Pushed out through a heavy door, wander
feet leather clad, and tight in each hand
a diamond, a ruby, a promise of pear.
Off into the wide world, chasing an angel
who drops a fine trail of silver
reflecting the moon at midnight.

Each daybreak, each midnight
my feet filled with wander
collect the shards of silver
pure moonlight in each hand.
In the brook, the face of my angel
eyes shimmer the shape of pear.

Dream sweet sticky pear
travel the sky at midnight
pulled along by my angel
who sings me to wander.
Disowned, alone, each hand
missing, replaced by two silver,

cold and stiff solid silver
that crushes the gentle ripe pear.
Kings and priests hold out a hand
beckoned me at midnight.
I ignore their pleas and wander
follow the sliver moon and its angel.

Breathing wings I ride my angel,
slide the moonbeam glowing silver
in and out of stars we wander.
Called back by counted fruit, sweet pear,
held in my teeth, the stroke of midnight
recollect the hope of hand.

At the edge of the great forest, hand
holds the face of an angel
past the dark hour of midnight.
Shiver to clear chorus of silver
bells, each a pure pear
chime, journey’s end, bitter wander.

Taste the end of wander. With each hand
pluck a pear, beckon an angel,
polish the silver of midnight.

KEKinser
March 2012

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