Author Archives: jyourist

“The Witch’s Life” by Anne Sexton

When I was a child there was an old woman in our neighborhood whom we called The Witch. All day she peered from her second story window from behind the wrinkled curtains and sometimes she would open the window and … Continue reading

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The first selfie

This is a photo of five photographers holding a very heavy analog camera at arm’s length. Joseph Byron, founder of the Byron Company (a commercial photography studio founded in 1892 in Mnahattan), is holding the camera at the left, his … Continue reading

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Confluence of rhythm, color, and improvisation

Saturday night, JB, IB, and I went to Andy’s Jazz Club to hear Greg Spero, a jazz and fusion pianist that IB went to school with at the U of I. In fact both of them lived in Allen Hall, … Continue reading

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Gam Cho is in the house

I spent four hours at King Spa yesterday with a good friend. In the hot whirlpool, a staff member told us to use our “spa voices.” We were having way too much fun catching up, telling stories. Way too loudly apparently. … Continue reading

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Ebola!!!

Created by Jack Ohman for the Sacramento Bee.

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“Oh no I got distracted by drawing lines on my hand.”

A student has been sharing with me the peripheral entries in her journal/notebook after class on most days. Today, and with great pride, she showed me her entry in her journal and then the actual hand it was based on … Continue reading

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Sonnet 73: “That time of year thou mayst in me behold” by William Shakespeare

That time of year thou mayst in me behold When yellow leaves, or none, or few, do hang Upon those boughs which shake against the cold, Bare ruin’d choirs, where late the sweet birds sang. In me thou see’st the … Continue reading

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