A tale of two eggs.

An egg can be many things.
A lizard, a fish, a thing with wings.
A winged thing, that springs and sings
Or maybe something with rings that stings?

My Egg will fly one day I bet.
On solar breeze or hot air jet.
I wonder if it will fly yet?
A test to set a bet I fret.

I let my egg fly in the air
Where it lands I did not care.
Near my friend chris it crashed not fair.
And on my car his egg did wear.

Seeing Sideways

This semester I'll be engaging in a series of activities known as seeing sideways. I feel that's an appropriate way to explain this class so far. Example! We started class off by sitting in a circle and said something unique about our childhoods. As many already know I was born with a full beard. We talked a bit about expectations and mostly about what art is. Neither discussion had a solid finish. At the end of class we were each given an egg. I shall refrain from divulging details about what happened afterwards.

I expect this class to be one in a class of outside the box style thought discussion and activities.