Budding Artists: First Grade

This is my favorite self-portrait of my younger son when he was in first grade and grew to become an incredibly talented artist. But what makes this piece so perfect is the comment the teacher made! She was a regular substitute teacher at the school and happened to be teaching his class that day. Those are the kind of teachers we need!

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O Helios, who knows!

You have to know some Greek to know that the word helios means sun in Greek.  I believe the Ancients had imagined a god in his image.  Helios signifies passion, fire, inspiration, and highly principled action.  All good traits.  However aren’t some of these traits associated with manic behavior?  So did the Greeks regard us differently?  As sources of inspiration, perhaps?  Who knows.  But I do know they treated us better than we are being today.  It’s nothing new.  It’s always been there.  They can’t sweep it under the rug any longer.  Attitudes towards us shift continually.  But one that they have plastered on televisions and newspapers consistently is the crazy guy who goes on a killing spree.  He had mental illness, the reports say.  Probably.  But where are the programs for proper interventions to prevent these things from happening? 

Will they ever stop? 

Magical Snow

There is something magical about seeing snow falling on Christmas morning.  This region seldom sees snow and although it wasn’t the sticking type, I saw some beautiful flurries this morning on my run to Northern Virginia to pick up some cheap cigarettes.  That was part of Aristophanes’ Christmas present — a ride in the car.  He loves to travel and is so curious about the world around him.  It was a bit awkward though, because he kept on pressing the hazard lights button and they would go on randomly while I was driving.  But it was all worth it, to see snow falling on Christmas morning.  A great way to begin the day, full of inspiration.