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Alphabet Blog 12/23/2008 6:03:00 AM
A new blogging/book project Introduction
Am I articulating? Are my words like ancient symbols undecipherable to society? Don’t flip out and think this is serious stuff. I am taking a stab at writing with the letter “A” in mind. Here I shall attempt to blog within a well known structure. It may be easy as A-B-C. It may be too long for a typical blog. A hybrid blog maybe?
If I succumb to this task, it will be a familiar one. Teaching at-risk and disabled students gave rise to many novel techniques. One of my favorite vehicles for increasing spoken and written vocabulary was making A-B-C books. We cut and pasted with magazine pictures and neon copying paper. We made alphabet books on Thanksgiving, our school, Kentucky, and the zoo. My muse was dancing in my head all those years I danced around my desk. Now, once again, I see the alphabet as a tool but for the teacher, retired but still learning the ropes.
Letter A
Ask. Absolute. Arrest. Now we are talking. Argue. Ambient. Azure. If I am searching for an “A” word to blog about I must run it out. This type of spontaneous idea development is intoxicating. Ancestry. Angst. Appalachia.
Anticipation. Angel. Animal. I see possibilities. Words that begin with the first letter of the alphabet seem charged. They get to go first in the dictionary and as such may be a little arrogant. There is another one. Arrogant. Here we go. Alabaster. Alabama. Anxiety.
I already have my word of choice. It is what I always wanted to be. Often it is represented on my favorite channel, the History Channel. From A to Z, if I could be anything in this world I would be an archeologist. Archeology; you win the contest for best “A” word. It is a personal choice. I love digging into the past and into people’s heads. Unearthing the truth. Piecing a puzzling story together. That is my alter ego. Alter. Another powerful word. Archeologists alter our perception of the past. They have unearthed their fair share of altars. I am fascinated by the work of these careful, precision loving people.
The Naked Archeologist is but one of this bunch. Just this week, he thought he unraveled the mystery of “Giants on Earth”. The passage from the Old Testament that speaks of these beings has perplexed scholars for centuries. He located a man in the Holy Land who believes he has unraveled this mystery.
Near Mount Carmel, they claim that Neanderthal man and Homo Sapien man met up. Some may have even hooked up. A race of giants may have emerged. One skeleton that was found seems to verify this. The hybrid humans may have had a limited period of development. There must have been shunning on both sides of the cave. Neanderthal man appears to have vanished as did this new race of mankind. Maybe I am not alone in being fascinated by such things. Creative design or evolution; weigh in wherever you wish. I just wish I could poke around in the cradle of society. Even the cradle of democracy would be a cool place to scratch for pottery.
Archeology. You begin my personal alphabet book. I may try to cut and paste a picture for this. Give me time. After all archeologists take their time. I may ramble and roam this land of letters for a good while. I may post and later publish this hodge-podge of random thoughts. My students seemed to like the structure of an A-B-C book on a topic relevant to them. This one is applicable to me and hopefully to you. Let me start digging here. Under the known world, is a dimension deep and daunting. I shall blog on next with the letter B. Stay tuned.
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