A great tragedy has befallen me: I am without constant Internet access. While this does feel a bit like walking without feet, it is also — well, okay. I’m just not going to mention how much more productive I apparently am without cable television and The Internets. I’m not going to mention it. No.
When I do have time to update (mostly while hogging a booth and the WiFi signal at Panera — and also remembering how incredibly delicious their baked goods are), I’m updating my VAMPY class’ blog. Head over there to find out what we’re up to, and to find out all about the fact that, on Friday, I rode on a boat. Underground. No, seriously. This was in the midst of our journey to Lost River Cave, which was truly one of the most beautiful places I’ve ever been.
Blue Hole Number Four
The grounds also housed an amazing butterfly garden, which was incredibly beautiful (though, in hindsight, perhaps not the best place to bring a bunch of brilliant thirteen year olds, particularly during the spring/summer).
A beautiful butterfly, at rest. Alone. Most were not.
Before this wondrous journey, my class visited the Kentucky History Museum, housed on the WKU campus. If you ever get a chance to visit this place, please do. I beg of you. Among its exhibits are:
The creepiest wax figurine in history (this being Duncan Hines, who was, apparently, from Bowling Green)
An actual replica of me on an average shopping trip.
Dress-up, which allowed me to replicate the only extant photograph of my great-grandmother, Della Dickinson.
I’ve been in Panera for so long that I think even the bagels are beginning to look at me funny, and so I leave you with this: my class invented a form of poetry, called The Rockah. This is officially the best name for a form. Ever.
Emma Bolden is the author of How To Recognize A Lady, a chapbook of poems published as part of Edge by Edge, the third in Toadlily Press' Quartet Series, and The Mariner's Wife, a chapbook published by Finishing Line Press. Her third chapbook, The Sad Epistles, is forthcoming from Dancing Girl Press. She was the recipient of a Tennessee Williams Scholarship to the Sewanee Writers' Conference and was named a Finalist for a Ruth Lilly Fellowship by the Poetry Foundation/Poetry magazine. Her work has been published or is forthcoming in such journals as Prairie Schooner, the Indiana Review, Feminist Studies, The Journal, Redivider, The Greensboro Review, and Verse. Her manuscript was a semi-finalist for the Perugia Press Prize. She is a Visiting Assistant Professor of English at Georgetown College, where she also serves as the poetry editor of the Georgetown Review.
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July 5, 2009 at 9:53 pm
jessiecarty
You have no need to admit you are more productive without internet! I found that when I had my Facebook fiasco I suddenly started a new series of poems – theme autopsy
so yeah! Have fun at VAMPY!
July 5, 2009 at 11:29 pm
mariegauthier
I am not more productive sans internet. I am irritable, jumpy, and distracted. Much like an addict, you might say. You might. To which I’d say, don’t be ridiculous.
You rock the whole “Dr. Quinn, Medicine Woman” look. Seriously.