tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-90134520473055402472023-11-16T04:45:18.547-07:00EducatorWritings regarding education, including writings about positive attitudes that help one keep an open mind and set the foundation for learning.MELaceyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13945883844575773622noreply@blogger.comBlogger13125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9013452047305540247.post-45554865952608971982010-01-10T21:17:00.001-07:002010-01-10T21:17:28.056-07:00rb @1980s: The Pretenders – Show Me ♫ <a href="http://blip.fm/~j03y3">http://blip.fm/~j03y3</a>MELaceyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13945883844575773622noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9013452047305540247.post-29183707091829839592010-01-10T20:46:00.001-07:002010-01-10T20:46:21.906-07:00rb @hawaiibuzz @Time2Burn @crispast @DeAnnQueen – I want to break free ♫ <a href="http://blip.fm/~j02fx">http://blip.fm/~j02fx</a>MELaceyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13945883844575773622noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9013452047305540247.post-65081338766228496222010-01-10T14:42:00.001-07:002010-01-10T14:42:23.708-07:00Listen to my station on Blip.fm! <a href="http://blip.fm/invite/musicla">http://blip.fm/invite/musicla</a>MELaceyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13945883844575773622noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9013452047305540247.post-3519327383850611372009-10-21T20:05:00.001-06:002009-10-21T20:05:36.082-06:00S.O.S.<p>Let's rename thee.</p><br /><p> Microsoft Internet Explorer is inappropriately named; it is a support application (medium) for Microsoft and should really be called "WaSupp MS?" I also see clearly through my glass that "Windows" doesn't make sense as a name for an operating system, it simply should be called Soft's O/S and shortened to S.O.S. </p><p style="clear:both; margin: 0; padding: 0; margin-top:10px; font-size: 13px; font-family: Georgia; line-height: 24px;" class="plinky_badge_rid:17682"> <a href="http://www.plinky.com/mini/reroute/17682"> <img src="http://www.plinky.com/proxy/badge?id=17682" style="border: 0; padding-right: 4px; vertical-align: middle;" alt="" title="" /> </a></p>MELaceyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13945883844575773622noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9013452047305540247.post-81485162755793649092009-10-21T19:28:00.003-06:002009-10-21T19:29:39.080-06:00More BlogsMore blogs are available on my <a href="http://marlenelacey.com/blog">website</a>.MELaceyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13945883844575773622noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9013452047305540247.post-6119183369365574132009-04-06T13:51:00.002-06:002009-04-06T14:41:33.178-06:00Final Pose<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhfw6Li2uSJGEySNyo4SeEp6GdNHPRZhhZoX8BCfqz4b0lFiCVsZii4BjO2MlHcvD_3gkdDyItZbgPrVcUSfRsHHTwhoecUdQEuhVlhRwS7PzTsFW3gNiU93Z7anKlTbJ7xwgYgyu9mx7M/s1600-h/PoseClown.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321680840268975330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 182px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhfw6Li2uSJGEySNyo4SeEp6GdNHPRZhhZoX8BCfqz4b0lFiCVsZii4BjO2MlHcvD_3gkdDyItZbgPrVcUSfRsHHTwhoecUdQEuhVlhRwS7PzTsFW3gNiU93Z7anKlTbJ7xwgYgyu9mx7M/s320/PoseClown.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><div><p style="PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 10px; MARGIN: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px">I have news for you. Peter Pan is here! …<br />In the euphoric state of a remembered dream, She decides,<br />“Never to grow up.”<br />from Pose, 1996 in Amos, Amas, Amat 2003 pp. 82–83.</p><p style="PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 10px; MARGIN: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px" align="center"></p><br /><p class="plinky_badge_rid:9469" style="CLEAR: both; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; FONT-SIZE: 13px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; MARGIN: 10px 0px 0px; LINE-HEIGHT: 24px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; FONT-FAMILY: Georgia" align="center">POSE<br />1996</p><br /><p class="plinky_badge_rid:9469" style="CLEAR: both; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; FONT-SIZE: 13px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; MARGIN: 10px 0px 0px; LINE-HEIGHT: 24px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; FONT-FAMILY: Georgia" align="center">I have news for you.<br />Peter Pan is here!<br />He is reborn in a middle-aged woman.<br />She now buys inline skates.<br />Tinker Bell breathes a spell<br />In the updraft of her flowing hair,<br />Rings a heady impulsive beat into her ear,<br />Flashes the jeweled sparkle<br />Of the Northern Star into her eyes,<br />Frappes visions of clowns and ballerinas<br />Free from her mind.<br />Re-sewn tuxedo and cosmetic masque<br />Paint colourful jester<br />Donning pointe shoes<br />That blister her toes<br />As she pushes aged body<br />Into a dancer’s pose,<br />Her thoughts transcend physical being.<br />Think the rite words,<br />Soar to heavenly, pink-violet passions of sunset.<br />Think the light words,<br />Pony-playfully frolic in fresh fields of daisies.<br />Think the sprite words,<br />Find the miracle of parting water.<br />Feel the transition stage of pregnant delivery.<br />Think the bright words,<br />Refin(e)d rip-cord trust in living.<br />Think the right words.<br />A roam of intoxicating scents assault her senses.<br />Dawn cleanly showers its dew-laden grass,<br />Alberta yields earthy bursts of moist, tilled soil and<br />harvested crops,<br />B.C. pines eucalyptus evergreen,<br />Misty musk of Ontario Falls,<br />Morning rises her with donkey brays resounding<br />echoes<br />In a Singing Valley of majestic Rockies<br />Fracturing splitting notes of<br />the mountain’s rippling streams.<br />Hotly springs her cerebral orgasm of new thought.<br />Relaxed by noonday warmth<br />Of sun’s rays embrace,<br />She experiences sweat-lodge cleansing.<br />With the lightness of a realization,<br />She floats into evening’s veiled mystery<br />of a starless night,<br />Finds full-moon wonder in gentle rocking<br />Memory of her mother’s cradling arms.<br />Transcend into this second stage of living.<br />In the euphoric state of a remembered dream,<br />She decides, “Never to grow up.”<br /><br /></p></div></div>MELaceyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13945883844575773622noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9013452047305540247.post-60046021044004939342009-04-02T13:33:00.001-06:002009-04-02T13:33:00.079-06:00Stuck in an elevator with Mike Holmes <p><strong>Mike Holmes</strong><br /> Being stuck in an elevator with Mike Holmes would allow me to ask him questions about building issues and to be able to talk to him about green issues as they pertain to the construction industry. I have heard criticisms about his going overboard regarding safety issues. The criticisms bother me because I feel he builds for current buiilding plans, but also as a foundation for futher development. Just because an owner may not have changes planned does not mean that a new owner might not. We are mortal after all. By using the opportunity to express respect, I might even get a hug! </p> <br /><p style="clear:both; margin: 0; padding: 0; margin-top:10px; font-size: 13px; font-family: Georgia; line-height: 24px;" class="plinky_badge_rid:8950"> <a href="http://www.plinky.com/mini/reroute/8950"> <img src="http://www.plinky.com/proxy/badge?id=8950" style="border: 0; padding-right: 4px; vertical-align: middle;" alt="" title="" /> </a></p>MELaceyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13945883844575773622noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9013452047305540247.post-49633361449070783062009-03-16T15:50:00.003-06:002009-04-01T23:58:33.633-06:00This Day, This Moment<div align="center"><font size="1">by Marlene Lacey (2007)<br /><br /></font><br />As your shadow lengthens westward,<br />arise in the glory of the eastern sunrise.<br /><br />Honour yourself—<br />replenish your ever changing body<br />with the fruits of the earth;<br />feed your mind<br />with ageless pearls of wisdom<br />passed down to you.<br />Your early years shaped the path you are on;<br />early values direct your focus.<br />Everything you need to know, you know<br />or soon will know.<br /><br />Honour your children—<br />shape their bodies and their paths;<br />feed these spirit vessels with the thoughts that you hold dear.<br />Trust your heart and their intuition.<br />Everything they need to know, they seek<br />through peace’s path paved with your patience and love.<br /><br />In the brief course of your life<br />slow down and focus on this day:<br />Live in each hour;<br />Shape each minute;<br />Enjoy each moment.<br /><br />Yesterdays are memories and building blocks<br />for today’s actions and thoughts,<br />redirecting tomorrow’s untried paths which hold:<br />the bliss of growth<br />the glory of passionate action<br />the splendor of the world’s beauty.<br /><br />As your shadow lengthens eastward;<br />Give gratitude in the glory of the western sunset.<br />Rest well and dream new visions.<br />to bask in the enjoyment of your every moments. </div><br /><div align="center"> </div><br /><div> </div><br /><div><font size="2">Based on the Sanskrit, “The Salutation of the Dawn.”—Masterpieces of Religious Verse, ed. James Dalton Morrison, p. 301 (1948) which is attributed in some sources to Klidsa, Hindu dramatist and lyric poet of the fifth century, A.D.</font></div>MELaceyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13945883844575773622noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9013452047305540247.post-90289614963459365522009-03-16T15:26:00.007-06:002009-03-16T15:46:58.352-06:00MULTIMEDIA LIVING<div align="center"><span style="font-size:78%;">Marlene Lacey<br />from </span><span style="font-size:78%;"><em>Amo, Amas, Amat<br /></em>Poetry pp. 52–54</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:78%;"></span></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;"><p><br />My living is my learning.<br />A “see-say-do” dance<br />to educate myself.<br />Throughout my life,<br />I will snatch every creative person<br />as a lead dancing partner<br />to guide and teach me.<br />I will mimic their steps,<br />then choreograph my own.</span></div><span style="font-size:85%;"><br /><div align="center"><br />I will stir images<br />made from soft bristle brushes<br />licking the sweetest sights<br />with long lean strokes<br />milked by the metamorphosis<br />of multiple Gaussian blurs.</div><br /><div align="center"><br />I will sprinkle sounds<br />a beat of a bass line with<br />vibrations that reverberate in the chest<br />and restart all the stopped hearts.<br />I’ll cross fade and mix layers<br />of the smoothest acoustics<br />in a mystical transmigration<br />embalmed by effects like<br />modulating vibrato, frequencies<br />resonating weird but wonderful wah-wah warbles<br />to titillate mellifluous musical meditations.</div><br /><div align="center"><br />I will stage a sparkling show of fireworks<br />swirling in a mirage of mirrored sunbursts<br />creating a charming omni-rainbow light<br />drawing dreams from the dizzied depressed<br />by spiraling shafts of light upwards<br />set candles afire to fuel flames of romance in the unfeeling<br />and focus the lens to flare on philosophical truthfinders.</span></div><br /><div align="center"><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">I will add the ambrosia of aromas to liquer<br />and assault the senses with<br />drops of delicate, delicious perfumes<br />that would soar a war bride’s heart once again<br />simultaneously stimulating several<br />of their most sensual secret memories.<br />Awakening and uplifting like an early morning sun on a cool day<br />with a freshly-applied top note<br />of bergamot, heliotrope, mimosa, chamomile and citric accords.<br />Dissipating fragrances of wondrously pleasing bright and airy florals<br />envelope a vapour of defiance and irresistibility<br />in “look-at-me” scents of<br />ylang ylang, lily of the valley, violet leaves, rose, jasmine,<br />heliotrope, and geranium.<br />Invoking sultry and seductive, sexy, but teasingly warm,<br />rich and smoky, edgy and sophisticated, or dreamy and exotic<br />image from an amazing lingering classic base of sandalwood,<br />vetiver, oakmoss and vanilla<br />A bouquet to inspire<br />a glamorous paradise fantasy island getaway.</span></div><span style="font-size:85%;"><br /><div align="center"><br />I will practice standing on my tiptoes,<br />point my toes so sharply that the smallest<br />part of me is grounded.<br />I will raise and stretch my arms<br />use the vision of my pie-in-the-sky dreams<br />close my eyes so that I can focus on a point<br />beyond everyman’s rainbow<br />to stretch further<br />than even I can imagine.<br />I will hold this position<br />throughout the remaining days of my life.</div><br /><div align="center"><br />I will look forward to my grand finale, for<br />happiness is my journey; it is not my destination.<br />I will treasure every step of its path.</span></div>MELaceyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13945883844575773622noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9013452047305540247.post-51826615993030336002009-03-14T02:59:00.001-06:002009-03-14T02:59:24.196-06:00Use Music to Heal Your Broken Heart<p style="clear: both; margin: 0; padding: 0 0 10px 0;"> You aren't alone when you hurt. The writers and the singers who do their craft well are ones who know the feelings that you have. Through music, thoughts and feelings are shared with you. Use music to heal your broken heart and cry if you have to. One day, you'll learn the one you should love the most is your own sweet self. </p> <div style="clear: both;"> <p style="float: left; margin: 0; padding: 0 10px 10px 0;"> <a href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/search?ie=UTF8&keywords=James+Taylor+You%27ve+Got+a+Friend&index=digital-music&tag=plinky09-20" title="Grab this Song from Amazon"> <img style="border: 0;" src="http://ecx.images-amazon.com/images/I/51GXRKJeHpL._SS250_.jpg" width="125" /> </a> </p> <p style="margin: 0 0 0 110px; padding: 0;"> <a href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/search?ie=UTF8&keywords=James+Taylor+You%27ve+Got+a+Friend&index=digital-music&tag=plinky09-20" title="Grab this Song from Amazon">You've Got a Friend</a> by <a href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/search?ie=UTF8&keywords=James+Taylor&index=digital-music&tag=plinky09-20" title="More from this Artist on Amazon">James Taylor</a> </p> <p style="margin: 0 0 0 110px; padding: 0 0 10px 0;"> Sooooo lonely a time after a break-up. If you have a good friend to lean on, the lonely times disappear. You're never alone when listening to a song. If the music was given to you by someone you cared for and you know that the feeling was reciprocated, it is easier to remember you are loveable. My first love gave me this song. </p> </div> <div style="clear: both;"> <p style="float: left; margin: 0; padding: 0 10px 10px 0;"> <a href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/search?ie=UTF8&keywords=Rod+Stewart+My+Heart+Can%27t+Tell+You+No&index=digital-music&tag=plinky09-20" title="Grab this Song from Amazon"> <img style="border: 0;" src="http://ecx.images-amazon.com/images/I/51k0AL%2BW-rL._SS250_.jpg" width="125" /> </a> </p> <p style="margin: 0 0 0 110px; padding: 0;"> <a href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/search?ie=UTF8&keywords=Rod+Stewart+My+Heart+Can%27t+Tell+You+No&index=digital-music&tag=plinky09-20" title="Grab this Song from Amazon">My Heart Can't Tell You No</a> by <a href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/search?ie=UTF8&keywords=Rod+Stewart&index=digital-music&tag=plinky09-20" title="More from this Artist on Amazon">Rod Stewart</a> </p> <p style="margin: 0 0 0 110px; padding: 0 0 10px 0;"> There's someone else around the corner ready to love you when you are ready to open up your heart. </p> </div> <div style="clear: both;"> <p style="float: left; margin: 0; padding: 0 10px 10px 0;"> <a href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/search?ie=UTF8&keywords=Tina+Turner+The+Best&index=digital-music&tag=plinky09-20" title="Grab this Song from Amazon"> <img style="border: 0;" src="http://ecx.images-amazon.com/images/I/51hU5og9gkL._SS250_.jpg" width="125" /> </a> </p> <p style="margin: 0 0 0 110px; padding: 0;"> <a href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/search?ie=UTF8&keywords=Tina+Turner+The+Best&index=digital-music&tag=plinky09-20" title="Grab this Song from Amazon">The Best</a> by <a href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/search?ie=UTF8&keywords=Tina+Turner&index=digital-music&tag=plinky09-20" title="More from this Artist on Amazon">Tina Turner</a> </p> <p style="margin: 0 0 0 110px; padding: 0 0 10px 0;"> It is better to have lost than never to have loved at all. If you learn to love yourself as you did the other person then you'll realize that it is really you that is "The Best". </p> </div><p style="clear:both; margin: 0; padding: 0; margin-top:10px; font-size: 13px; font-family: Georgia; line-height: 24px;" class="plinky_badge_rid:5794"> <a href="http://www.plinky.com/mini/reroute/5794"> <img src="http://www.plinky.com/proxy/badge?id=5794" style="border: 0; padding-right: 4px; vertical-align: middle;" alt="" title="" /> </a></p>MELaceyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13945883844575773622noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9013452047305540247.post-88616364482255608472009-03-10T01:56:00.002-06:002009-03-10T02:18:39.286-06:00Let me tell you what I do<p>I run an inter-media publishing company which develops and maintains a number of print publications and websites . I work creatively and technically with a wide range of clients from individual artists to corporate and government entities, helping them develop their creations, products and/or services. My company is a key player in creating a consistent marketing and branding strategy. On a daily basis, I integrate media and I write, edit, design, publish and market in print and electronic formats using my photography, writing, graphic, audio, design and social media skills. I am always prepared to think outside of the box and to do so often involves a mental rewind before playing and dancing forward. </p><p class="plinky_badge_rid:5084" style="CLEAR: both; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; FONT-SIZE: 13px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; MARGIN: 10px 0px 0px; LINE-HEIGHT: 24px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; FONT-FAMILY: Georgia"><a href="http://www.plinky.com/mini/reroute/5084"><img title="" style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 4px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; VERTICAL-ALIGN: middle; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" alt="" src="http://www.plinky.com/proxy/badge?id=5084" /> </a></p>MELaceyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13945883844575773622noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9013452047305540247.post-90976816274738956342009-02-17T21:35:00.009-07:002009-02-17T23:27:18.908-07:00The Art of MathematicsMathematics requires creative thinking. Look at a problem, view it from learned perspectives and then think of a creative way to view it again. Visualize, imagine, play, experiment, rethink and do it all over again. Create a hypothesis, test it, wonder what is wrong, fix it then … do it all over again. Tweak your thoughts, expand your mind, look elsewhere for inspiration and apply new concepts to old problems, examine new tools, apply new tools, and do that all over again. Arithmetic is not mathematics. Using existing knowledge and reapplying it to the same problems is not mathematics. Mathematics is wondering.<br /><br />Mathematics is creative play with ideas, shapes, formulas, spaces, machines, … the list will go on. Mathematics transforms a mind, expands it.<br /><br />Primary grade teacher interupts a student lost in thought, "So what is 3 plus 3, Johnny?"<br /><br />"Heck, I dunno." he says. "I'm imagining putting my Lego together. I had these three kits that I got for my birthday. I was really excited about them. ('Cause, I love <a href="http://marlenelacey.com/blog/20090211.htm">Lego<span style="font-size:85%;">®</span></a>.) Darn it all, my younger brothers lost pieces out of each one. I just want to play with my Lego. I was wondering what I can make with the pieces that I've got."<br /><br />After his spoken musing, Johnny looked at the irritated teacher. She was concerned about Johhny's failing grade and it showed on her face. He saw three worry lines on his teacher's forehead and thought, "That's 1 worried teacher!"<br /><br />"Oh, all right," he reacted to her furrowing brow and put more thought into her question. Quickly, he put up both of his hands; three fingers were raised on each hand. "2", he says, "three fingers on this hand and three fingers on this hand. That's two hands. So, 3 plus 3 is 2. Can I think about my Lego now?"<br /><br />"Johnny!" snapped the teacher, "I think you should remember that 3 plus 3 is 6. You need to know this before you can move on."<br /><br />"Oh, teacher," he said as he had already got back to his wondering about his Lego. "I really don't think I'm wrong. You know if I make one building out of my 3 Lego sets and if I do it again, I'll have 2 buildings. So, I just don't understand why you think 2 is a wrong answer."<br /><br />(If you enjoyed this, you might enjoy reading <a href="http://marlenelacey.com/blog/20090211.htm">Lego<span style="font-size:85%;">®</span> Love</a>. You'll see that I like playing with Lego in a different way, like Johnny, I think mathematics should be creative play.MELaceyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13945883844575773622noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9013452047305540247.post-1430243448727000032009-02-15T17:06:00.007-07:002009-04-02T00:04:15.531-06:00Educator<p>An educator at heart, I love layering and mixing various media photographic, graphic images, sound and video, discussing varied philosophies, exploring user interface and software issues. I am curious about people's different reactions, particularly when it comes to design issues whether it is in a room or on a computer screen. I wonder how ergonomics, colour, light, word choice, placement affect people’s reactions; interested in helping to create an environment where people feel included and assisted rather than excluded and frightened. I am a multimedia artist for peace. I believe healthy relationships are likely the most important variable in one's life. I look forward to a time everyone truly is welcomed. Passionate to a point that I can be annoying, I simply try not to care, yet it is a strong likelihood that I withdraw until I alone build my courage back up. I believe an open mind is a healthy one; we should be able to talk about anything, learn as much as we can and die trying, love doing what we feel soul-bound to do before we expire. I am arrogant enough to believe I can help anyone … I stupidly don't stop trying. I believe kind words, the right music, poetics are best solutions in our fast-paced days; we too often forget to take our next biggest breath to keep on keeping on, to focus on the positive and when anger and pain get us down, that we realize the real work of living is learning to dissolve the negative thought. I repeat myself, rewrite old stories. When the day comes that I may ask what matters most to you, there is a strong likelihood that underneath it all, your response is also what matters the most to me. You can never be too young, too old, too immature, too inexperienced, or even too tired for me to find something that I can relate to you about. All that being said, what really grabs my attention is finding tools that allow my creative juices to flow and create things that allow me to inspire, motivate, and hopefully endure long past my lifetime. I want to be an occasional seed of thought in your mind that allows you to be happy and help you believe that no matter whom you are that the world is a better place because you are in it. Modeling the behaviour for others to follow is one of my steps to success. I am my own best teacher, revisiting my lessons, rereading my own words. My <a href="http://bit.ly/vAQeN">nothing is everything</a>. I'm at a stage in my life when I like myself yet feel confused when others don’t. Shyly, I hide behind graphics and other icons; it is a rare photograph that you will see of me. </p>MELaceyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13945883844575773622noreply@blogger.com