a certain wistfulness invades the air in my lab... the summer session is half over. and, while i'm not one to dwell on the negative, and am generally not a 'glass half empty' kinda guy, i know this summer's session at TIC and AIC will fly by just like that, into the pages of my own history book. and yours.

well anyway, this week flew past again, with a fluidity and rapidness that has the power to still astonish me, after all these years.

so the week ends, with a "birthday session" at TIC for Daniel Hunter, one of its youngest members, whom Tom Fletcher has aptly christened "Little Hunter." since the start of TIC, we could always count on Littlehunter to pipe up and offer his sage advice on this or that issue, during Tom's daily talks. his opinions usually elicit giggles from the surrounding girls, who are doubtless charmed by this teensy little creature, so unafraid of sounding foolish or of letting his mind be known. i wish more of the class' members were this way, actually. so we sang HB2Y at the end of Tom's talk, perhaps surprising the kid, perhaps not, since word may have gotten around. but it was still cool. and at the 3 p.m. break, as the kids trooped out, they dug into the box of cookies home-baked by Daniel and David's grandma, fuel for the coming touch-football session.

a note about the picture on that link above: i like it for the frozenness of its dynamic, kinetic state... bodies in motion but stopped in time by the digital camera's shutter, iced bits of pixels. i like how Anna, the only girl on the playing field, is blocking for Trev, or whoever the ball-carrier or ball-thrower is, offscreen. and how Fermezy is seemingly about to unceremoniously hurl her to the ground, but actually didn't IRL, as he's gallant, if a boy. ;-)

(my other favorite frozen football picture of the summer, so far, can be found on the June 30th weblog page.)

another image meta-comment: on the picture on this page, someone has been adroitly Rubber-Stamped out of the scene. Jen Moriuchi was indeed in the background, right above Daniel's head, a composition not aesthetically appealing. so, i photoshopped Jen out of existence. bringing up the now-hoary digital age question of what is reality if images, or pictures, or photographs, on the web, are *always* to be suspect? sure, airbrushing someone from the background isn't that big of a deal, but something else might be. scenarios to fit this supposition are easily to be found. but the point is: who's to say what's 'real' on the Internet anymore?

which is why, you millennial pioneers, we must rely as well on the written word. text still has power. if images can be corrupted, the clarity and honesty of a well-turned phrase can counterbalance the tarnishing of an image.

silly phrases also may work, from time to time, since they're direct, pithy, colloquial, and don't suffer from a lot of pretentious slinging of verbiage. ;-) so i shall end with some: Limp Bizkit rox! Daniel "LittleHunter" Hunter rules! Harry Potter is here! go, kids, go!!

ciao and goodnight, one and all.

p.s. Trev snapped the pic above. i'm sure those of you who know Trev and his penchant for pictures (NOT!) won't fail to miss the irony. ;-)

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