- Left my checkbook w/the UCI cashier & my debit card w/the ChapmanU cashier in the past 48 hrs. But haven't locked myself out (yet). #
- The ocean is my Third Place: http://bit.ly/dmcjpj #
- I get so happy when making flight reservations (& now can hardly wait for this weekend's travel-adventure)! #bringit2011 #
- RT @digiwonk: For @bonstewart: Blog U.: The Branded Professor – University of Venus – Inside Higher Ed http://ow.ly/4xTEh #
- RT @tombarrett: Find the Future at NYPL: The Game http://bit.ly/edAR59 // I'm so tempted to join in! How cool! #librariesrock #
- MT @bibliogrrl Today in 1976, Apple released their 1st computer-the Apple I. A circuit board with 4KB RAM. It didn't support Flash either. #
- Contemplating an addition to our family from the OC shelter . Any advice on choosing an older (mellow) cat to be a new sister for Elly? #
- So proud of #ChapmanU History students for their well-deserved recognition at the Phi Alpha Theta conference today! #
- Terry Tempest Williams writing on Planned Parenthood. Powerful. http://bit.ly/fxDbln #
- This is why I often enjoy traveling alone (h/t Paula): http://huff.to/hMFdUs #
- Just assured GameBoy that I didn't post any embarrassing pics of him on my blog in honor of his birthday. His eyeroll was totally adorable #
Author: Jana
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Twitter Weekly Digest for @janaremy, 2011-04-15
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beyond my reasonable self…
“What I fear and desire most in this world is passion. I fear it because it promises to be spontaneous, out of my control, unnamed, beyond my reasonable self. I desire it because passion has color, like the landscape before me. It is not pale. It is not neutral. It reveals the backside of the heart.”
~Terry Tempest WilliamsI suppose we are all a mass of contradictions. What we want we also the most afraid of. What we cherish is what we find most elusive.
A major contradiction in my life is the tension between my online and my ‘real life’ self. I’m actually a fairly pragmatic and reasonable person. Aside from my morning meditation and the time I occasionally spend on my porch with a cup of tea, I’m not particularly contemplative. I usually only wear pink with irony, and I’m rarely sentimental in my daily conversation (although, I will admit to wearing flowers behind my ear to the office quite often).
There’s an interior part of me that’s romantic and rose-loving and full of poetry. She leaks out here on this electronic page quite often. But she is just one part of who I am, and isn’t much present when I interact with other people. Perhaps she is who I once was–that little girl who gobbled up the novels of L.M. Montgomery and dreamed of someday marrying her own Professer Bhaer (and who was quite sure that she would someday be a famous research scientist like Meg Murry’s mother).
But one of the most important lessons that I’ve learned from growing up, is that fairytales can be dangerous things. Focusing only on the flowers in the midst of a desert can be a lovely exercise, but it’s not the best guiding principle for an adult life. That this blog often veers into sentimentality is a counterpoint to the sometimes-difficult realities of my lived experience. I know full well that life isn’t a path strewn with roses, and that what washes up on the beach is more often stinky seaweed than seaglass. But sometimes it’s nice to have a vision of that possibility as one is meandering through the thorny details of the day.
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Gameboy
Today GameBoy turns 17 years old. I can hardly wrap my head around that fact, and I marvel at the man that he’s become. I couldn’t be more proud of him.
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Twitter Weekly Digest for @janaremy, 2011-04-08
- MT @wcronon: I've just posted a new blog entry on UW-Madison's response to the request for my emails. Please share: http://bit.ly/dF00Mu #
- In the midst of planning three upcoming travel adventures around the West. Woot! #bringit2011 #
- RT @MHpodcast: Join us April 21st for "The Journalist as Historian" @theHuntington: http://bit.ly/dHZ4dA #
- Tried Korean BBQ for the first time tonite & had the all-u-can-eat special. It might be awhile before I eat meat again… #
- Big hat tip to DavidM for turning me on to Universalsubtitles.org-it's creating great transcriptions for our #ChapmanU oral history project! #
- The ocean, it's calling my name (I love it when that happens…). #
- I have synethesia. The 2nd video here is pretty close to how I "see" music http://bit.ly/efyuRq (h/t @anselm) #
- I'm testing the hypothesis that an indulgent weekend fosters a more productive workweek. :) #mondaymorning #sofarsogood #
- Slept in, drank afternoon tea in the sunshine on the front porch, & had a rather lazy Sunday. #indulgent #fun #justwhatIneeded :) #
- Medical "Art" Posters. Amazing. Wish I could see this exhibit! http://bit.ly/dJRbS5 (h/t Steve) #
- FRIDAY! #nuffsaid #
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walking

Today at lunchtime I walked a few blocks to my favorite coffeeshop and had a quick sandwich. Then I picked up a latte “to go” and headed out the door.I wasn’t sure where I was headed, only knowing that I needed to walk for awhile. I meandered past rows of historic cottages, smelling the roses that drooped over picket fences. I walked past the student housing, seeing the undergrads milling around and heading back to campus for class. I crossed block after block of streets where I’d never walked before.
There was an inordinate amount of pleasure in feeling the wind pull my skirt around my lower legs, and whipping my scarf out in front and to the side of my body. The dark clouds that were overhead when I began my walk were mostly gone by the time I finished, and the sun was shining.
Earlier this morning, I’d logged into an interesting web-based project called “The Wilderness Downtown” that overlays images of running children with a googlemap of your childhood home (try it, it’s quite powerful). As my address, I entered in the home where I lived in Colorado–coincidentally the place I lived when I slowly lost my ability to run–as my knee lost its strength and flexibility while filling with cancer. I can’t remember the last time I was able to run, although I do remember trying that one time in 7th grade PE class when we were doing hurdles and I found that I simply couldn’t shift my weight onto the sore knee anymore.
The project prompts you to write a postcard to your childhood self. What I wrote:
“You will never run again. But you will walk. Miles and miles you will walk. And you will ski, and bike, and paddle, and swim. Sometimes you will cry, and hurt, and be alone. But more often than that, you will smile and laugh and have people to love.”
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mornings
For me mornings used to be a blur of getting ready for the day, getting the kids out the door, etc. I was generally bleary-eyed and short-tempered. There was so much rushing here and there and bumping around in a small kitchen with everyone juggling cereal boxes and leftovers and schoolbooks and such.
My mornings now are spent with me in meditation on the soft carpet of my living room. I open the back curtains and let the sunshine pour in. Ellycat typically joins me there, sunbathing. And more often than not, curling up into a soft purry ball in my lap.
Right now, seeing the green leaves on the boughs of the trees overhead makes me feel my own excitement for the promise of spring. There is so much new and interesting and happy in my life. I feel so alive and present to the gifts of this day, and to those in my future.
This morning I realized that it’s been just about 3 years since the injury in the garden that led to my massive leg infection and surgery. As I told that story to a friend this weekend and showed him my scar, I marveled at the place that used to be sunken in (where the dead tissue and muscle was removed). It’s now a regularly contoured calf muscle and the scar has faded to a pale pink seam. There’s such satisfaction in knowing that old wounds do heal and that my leg (and my immune system) is now stronger than it ever was before. From that experience I found my love for outrigger paddling and began to learn the ways of the ocean. I never would have guessed then that such a hard time would eventually bring me so much strength, self-knowledge and joy.
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heartbroken
A few days ago I took a walk in the dark, late at night to clear my head of a few things. Within a few blocks I found myself at the site of my former garden. It was the first time I’d been to the site since saying good-bye a few months ago. I peered through a gap in the protective fence around the construction site. The earth there had been scraped clear by bulldozers. There was not one bit of evidence of what had been there before. I cried.
It’s hard to acknowledge how deeply it broke my heart to lose my garden. I’m feeling it especially acutely this spring as I ache to have my hands in warm soil and to sow seeds.
I have so much else to keep me busy right now that there is little time to dwell on what I’ve lost. But there are those moments when it still hurts deeply. And I am grateful that I’m still surrounded by plants (in pots) to remind me of the magic of spring, even if I won’t be celebrating the blossoms of my peach tree this year. Recently a friend brought me a plant that has flowers that close each evening and open again in the morning. I love the symbolism of that–to know that there are those dark nights when things are closed and tight. Yet soon enough there is the morning again: a time to be open and feel the sun.
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we need more worlds…
Religious Consolation
by John Updike
One size fits all. The shape or coloration
of the god or high heaven matters less
than that there is one, somehow, somewhere, hearing
the hasty prayer and chalking up the mite
the widow brings to the temple, A child
alone with horrid verities cries out
for there to be a limit, a warm wall
whose stones give back an answer, however faint.Strange, the extravagance of it—who needs
those eighteen-armed black Kalis, those musty saints
whose bones and bleeding wounds appall good taste,
those joss sticks, houris, gilded Buddhas, books
Moroni etched in tedious detail?
We do; we need more worlds. This one will fail. -
pilgrimclassic: to her simplicity
Originally appeared on my blog on June 10, 2008
Nature is what we know – Yet have not art to say
So impotent our wisdom is To her simplicity
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Twitter Weekly Digest for @janaremy, 2011-04-01
- My friend & fellow #ThatCamp #039;er @PennamitePLR interviewed on the NARA blog about her flickr commons art: http://bit.ly/f9RRXu #
- Looking for the spreadsheet that lists academic institutions using wordpress. Anyone have that link handy? @boone @patrick_mj #
- Today: got locked out of home & office; left car keys on front seat of unlocked car all day; left wallet in car while getting dinner. Sigh. #
- Really looking forward to tonight's episode of "Historians in the Hot Tub." #lifeofahistorian #
- Trying to decide if having such an amazing weekend makes it easier to return back to the workweek tomorrow, or harder… #bringit2011 #
- RT @westcenter: By the numbers. FWIW. Bottom line shows humanities really do make money (UCLA Today) http://bit.ly/grQTU0 #
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catharsis and emergence (through ritual)
For a long time I’ve wondered what to do with my wedding dress. It had severe mildew stains so it was unwearable. And certainly since the divorce it seemed like something that I would never want to wear again. I kept pulling it out of the closet and looking at it, wondering if I should simply toss it. But I kept thinking that it would work far better to do some sort of art project with it. I loved the dress and its simple lace–a reproduction of an Edwardian garden party dress. The ‘romantic’ within me knew that I couldn’t simply cast it into a trash bin.
At the same time, I’ve been yearning for some sort of ritual to bring closure to my marriage. I had planned some spectacular way to throw my wedding rings into the Back Bay, but it just didn’t feel right. So it seemed more apropos to use the dress for my ritual. And I also knew that it needed to involve the ocean. My ocean. My beach. Near where John proposed and where we created all of our family memories of the Balboa FunZone, kayaking, and bonfires. As these ideas percolated around in my brain, a plan came together. And a photographer-friend was as delighted to be a part of this ritual as I was to perform it.
That we did this the day after the tsunami, when the ocean water was still roiling with storm, was coincidence that turned into something meaningful. The currents came from Japan and touched our shores–just as in my cross-cultural marriage to a Japanese-American man. All of that connecting, all tugging at each of us, all testifying to the sometimes-destructive tide of relationships pulling us towards each other and then apart again…
I thought this might be a somber occasion. I thought I might cry, or even feel loss and anger. Instead, I was ebullient. Emerging feeling washed clean of the ugliness that came from the end of my relationship. Stepping out of the sea alone and full of joy, flower petals scattered along my path…
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Twitter Weekly Digest for @janaremy, 2011-03-25
- RT @iamwun: And forget not that the earth delights to feel your bare feet and the winds long to play with your hair. ~Kahlil Gibran #
- MT @ocwordcamp: Hot off the Press: We'll host a Developer Day on Sunday after the camp. http://t.co/ORPiU1k #wcoc #
- Just paddled "under the waterfall" (i.e. in pouring cold rain) around Lido isle. #thisisthelife #outrigger #
- It's a water sport, right? #IMUA #
- MT @dancohen: Due to the immense generosity of donors, @CHNM will become the Roy Rosenzweig Center for History & New Media on 4/15. #
- RT @boone: I wish mainstream software design took more aesthetic cues from glam rock. #
- RT @HalfPintIngalls: Ladies of the future! Do not fall for that "steampunk" nonsense! CORSETS SUCK. // ha! #
- Love that my boss brings me a latte to jumpstart my Monday. #ihavesuchagreatjob :) #
- Setting up Alpine as my email client. #yesiamageek #wildsundaynight #thosewerethedays http://bit.ly/hongsm #
- MT @westcenter: Did you feel it? We just crossed the equinox. Let the sunshine in. // I did, Jon. Shine on. :) #
- Gazed at last night's full moon from the fire escape ladder-balcony of a historic building. As the rain clouds rolled in. Beautiful. #
- Lisa Butterworth earns the cupcake award http://plixi.com/p/85085411 #
- Now heading home for @feministmormonhousewives & @TheExponent blog meetup at chez Remy. #dayofdh #
- Now doing an interview with 3 generations of #ChapmanU affiliates for 150th anniversary oral history project, incl 3 on Skype #dayofdh #
- Troubleshooting major snafus w/skype Conf call interview between 8 people. Success happens at the last minute #dayofdh #nickoftime #
- Now discussing why Blackboard is not the best way to support asynchronous classroom communication (advocating #wordpress instead) #dayofdh #
- Listening to faculty proposals for #ChapmanU Blended Course Initiative #dayofdh #
- Working lunch w/SysAdmin to strategize weekend upgrade for OJS & #wordpress servers. #dayofdh #
- Day of Jana Remy » DH, hats, interstices and desperation http://t.co/wmirmZf via @DayofDH #
- RT @miriamkp & @EDTECHHULK: TODAY #DAYOFDH WHEN DIGITAL HUMANITIES HUMANS TWEET AND BLOG A LOT! AND TALK ABOUT THINGS HULK NOT UNDERSTAND! #
- What my office looks like this morning (i.e. too many sticky notes) #dayofdh http://plixi.com/p/84944309 #
- Finalizing plan for afternoon workshop on "Asynchronous Classroom Communication" for the Blended Course Initiative #dayofDH #
- Now, will think #dayofdh thoughts as I sit in traffic for an hour on my way to my (univ admin) dayjob at #ChapmanU #
- Contemplating the nature of my technology-mediated life as I unplug my bionic leg frm its charger, slide it on & then tweet abt it #dayofdh #
- Smoothie for breakfast, because it's the most efficient calorie-delivery system #suchabusydayahead #dayofdh http://plixi.com/p/84924505 #
- Morning begins w/cleaning #whatmycatateforbreakfast off of the hall carpet. Now, latte, yoga & getting teenagers off to school #dayofdh #






