Monday, July 27, 2009

Capt. Keith Summits for ALA


Capt. Keith Colburn made the summit of Mr. Rainier at 7:39 A.M. on July 26, 2009!

Congratulations Capt. Keith!
Thus far, Keith's climb has raised $5,200 dollars for the American Lung Association.
There is still time to donate if you want to support the ALA by going to: Capt. Keith's Donation Page .

Cheers!
Mystic

Saturday, July 25, 2009

Capt. Keith Climbs Mr. Rainier to Raise Money for ALA


Today, Saturday, July, 25 and tomorrow, Capt. Keith Colburn, captain of the F/V Wizard is climbing Mr. Rainier in Washington to raise money for the American Lung Association. Keith is known for his dedication to philanthropy, and it is not uncommon to see him peddling a bike or climbing a mountain to raise money for a good cause. This cause is near and dear to my heart as my father, passed away from Pulmonary Fibrosis, a devastating lung disease that robs the victim of lung capacity, and ultimately steals their life. Keith is scaling Mt. Rainier with legendary mountaineer, Lou Whittaker and radio personality Don O'Neill of KIRO's Ron and Don show. Stop by www.crabwizard.com/crabwizard-forum to read Capt. Keith's latest post about the climb! Try your luck at guessing what time the team will summit. The winner will receive a poster signed by all the Deadliest Catch boat captains!
If you would like to support the ALA, you can donate to Capt. Keith's climb fund by clicking HERE. You can track the climb party's progress by clicking HERE.
Good Luck Capt. Keith!

Friday, March 20, 2009

Hamlet is a Mute 14 Year Old?



14 year old boy + dogs + Trudy and Claude + Rain dad + Stephen King = Hamlet and one wickedly freaked out Mystic.

I am almost freakishly obsessed with Tolkien, Shakespeare and their works. I know...SHOCKER! The other day, I was at the bookstore, yes, another shocker, and I decided I wanted to step out of my literary comfort zone and read something TOTALLY different. I wanted to read something I would normally look at and say nawh...I'll pass. In fact, that was my criteria for choosing a book. I skimmed through a few titles and found The Story of Edgar Sawtelle by David Wroblewski. I read the first paragraph of the jacket blurb and decided this was the antithesis of anything I would normally read.

First Paragraph of the Jacket Blurb:
Born mute, speaking only in sign, Edgar Sawtelle leads an idyllic life with his parents on their farm in remote northern Wisconsin. For generations, the Sawtelles have raised and trained a fictional breed of dog whose thoughtful companionship is epitomized by Almondine, Edgar's lifelong friend and ally. But with the unexpected return of Claude, Edgar's paternal uncle, turmoil consumes the Sawtelles' once peaceful home. When Edgar's father dies suddenly, Claude insinuates himself into the life of the farm—and into Edgar's mother's affections.

Okay...a story about a mute adolescent boy who raises dogs in Wisconsin. Sounds like something I would hit the reject button on after the first paragraph. Bonus points on the "I'm sure I would hate it" meter; it is an Oprah book! Brilliant! I have disliked most of her book picks, so I decided this book would be perfect. Now, I must admit, Stephen King, for whom I have the up most respect as a writer did endorse the book heavily, and after seeing that on the back of the book jacket, I almost put the book down, but I decided that the story sounded just lame enough that I should give 'er a go.

So...I start reading; yep, I found it slow, boring, and absolutely NOT a book I would normally read. For a moment, I lost all respect for my beloved King. I couldn't fathom what he found so stimulating in this book. He even said, "I don't reread many books, because life is too short. I will be rereading this one." Uhhhh what the heck Stephen?

Well, about 1/4 of the way though the book, the protagonist, a mute, 14 year old boy, sees his father die. The general consensus is that he died of an aneurysm, and the boy, though grieving, clings to his mother and together they trudge ahead. The boy's uncle, CLAUDE moves in a few months after his brother's death "to help" TRUDY the boy's mother and Edward manage their dog kennel. In reality, he is "moving in" on Trudy. The boy's FATHER RETURNS AS A GHOST and tells Edward that CLAUDE had something to do with his death. He tells Edward to find the answers. This leads to a break in Edward's sanity... At this point, I'm like Hello! McFly! This book is freaking Hamlet!!!!!!!!

1. Claudius = Claude
2. Gertrued = Trudy
3. Dad Ghost = Dad Ghost
4. Uncle moves in when dad dies = Uncle moves in when dad dies
5. Ghost appears to son; incriminates brother in his death = Ghost appears to son incriminates brother in his death
6. Son is/fains insanity = Son has mental break
7. Son mistakes someone for someone else and kills them = Son mistakes someone for someone else and kills them
There are countless other similarities, but you get the idea.

So, by now you have figured out that the author,David Wroblewski, intentionally used the structure of Hamlet when writing this story. If you google Edgar Sawtelle, there are countless reviews discussing the Sawtell/Hamlet connection, but at the time I picked this book, I had no idea.

Perhaps Shakey's ghost is reminding me that I can not escape the bard's influence.
Perhaps I subconsciously read something in the first paragraph of the book jacket that I connected with Hamlet, although I have no idea what it would be.
Perhaps this was just a HUGE coincidence.

Alas, perhaps, I am destined to maintain my freakish connection to Shakey. Hey, there are worse ghosts to encounter, just ask Hamlet or Edgar.

Cheers!

Thursday, March 19, 2009

Anagnorisis and Parapetia

This is brilliant!

Neo Luddite


Many have described J.R.R. Tolkien, one of my literary heroes, as a Luddite. There is no doubt he expressed feelings of ludditism; in fact, his Or cs were symbolic of industry which like an evil monster was methodically swallowing the beautiful English countryside he adored. After an email I received last night, I may join the fellowship of Luddites!
Most of you know I am currently working on my Master's degree. Though I have never stopped attending school, I have not worked on a degree in earnest since 1995 when I was working on an M.B.A.. At that time, the structure and organization of the classes I attended was no different than those I experienced as an undergrad. My classes at Oxford were also face-to-face, Tutor moderated and very traditional. While I was aware of the online revolution in education, I remained fairly traditional in my delivery and receipt of education. I think it is fair to say, I have been more of an adventurer technology wise with my students than I have ever been as a student.
My current degree plan allows for all face-to-face classes IF the classes "make", achieve quota. Thus far, I have twice had to take online classes because the section I wanted failed to meet minimum registration quotas. I consider myself fairly technologically savvy, and what I don't know, I research and learn. In general, I have had very little anxiety or issue with my online classes with the exception of communication, or more accurately, the LACK of reliable communication between students and professors. One of my professors wants us to communicate strictly through Blackboard; we submit our papers via a secure avenue that confirms the receipt of the assignment. One of my instructors wants us to email our assignments. This is an issue for me since frequently he doesn't follow up with a communication of receipt. Those of you who know how type A I am, realize that this not knowing causes me great anxiety. I have also had issues with the communication between myself and fellow students when working on projects. I am often told, "Oh...I'm sorry I'm late getting back to you with the research; I don't' check my emails often." In general, I think communication face-to-face would be an issue with people like those.
Last night, I received an email from my professor proclaiming her failure to receive our group's Alignment Assignment topic, and that it was urgent that she receive it immediately. Well, for God's sake, in her defence, the topic proclamation was due two weeks ago, and I HAD SENT IT TO HER AT THAT TIME. Now, to add to my absolute panic, only one group could do any discipline/grade level. I had spent DAYS collecting, analyzing and posting the information for Math: 9, 10 and 11. The only other member of my team that had assisted on the project thus far was in Paris, and upon checking the board, ANOTHER TEAM HAD SELECTED MATH 9,10 AND 11. I called my professor's cell phone, home phone and office phone with no response. I forwarded the original email that listed our groups choice of topic, and then I sat down and cried. After all I had been through to get this project organized ,and with only one week until it was due, I was mortified that I might have to begin again. I couldn't help but think if this had been a traditional class where you sign an actual piece of paper with your topic listed, then hand it to the professor face to face with witnesses, this never would have happened.
I finally got a hold of my professor; she agreed that the fault was on her end, and since the other group who had selected the Math project turned in their request after I turned in the request for my group, our group would be allowed to proceed with our project as is.
While everything was cleared up, the anxiety this has caused is lingering. I actually submitted the wrong essay last night for another class because I was so shaken. Alas...I know this too shall pass, but this is yet another example, of why I need to become a Hobbit, live in a hole and leave this world of technology behind. Once again, I proclaim; TOLKIEN WAS A GENIUS!

Tuesday, March 17, 2009

Erin Go Braugh!!!!!!!! What would St. Patrick's Day be without Dropkick Murphys?

Ireland truly is an emerald beauty, and my time spent there was quite memorable. I'm proud to have Irish blood in my veins, and I thank my Irish ancestry for my passionate love of WHISKEY! Erin Go Braugh!


Irish Saint Patrick’s Day toast:

Saint Patrick was a gentleman,
Who through strategy and stealth,
Drove all the snakes from Ireland,
Here’s a toasting to his health.
But not too many toastings
Lest you lose yourself and then
Forget the good Saint Patrick
And see all those snakes again.
‘Beannachtam na Feile Padraig!’
Happy St. Patrick’s Day!







May there always be work for your hands to do.
May your purse always hold a coin or two.
May the sun always shine on your windowpane.
May a rainbow be certain to follow each rain.
May the hand of a friend always be near you.
May God fill your heart with gladness to cheer you.