I have a new plan for the college in-service day, which will occupy all of next Tuesday and will be concerned with...well I've deleted the e mail, but the gist of it was that accreditation is now a perpetual motion machine, requiring near-constant adjustments as we make our way through storm, calm and unforseen budgetary emergency. The latest adjustment is caused by a new mission statement, which of course means that we now have to re-measure and re-attach everything to the new statement. I'm hoping for diversionary sirens myself, and so shall bring rope and a handy portable mast, but if these fail to appear I've taken inspiration from Dilbert. In one strip in a book I found at the library store, someone proposes hanging a bell and ringing it any time anyone achieves anything, or thinks that he or she has done something useful. I have a bell which I can donate to the cause. No doubt next Tuesday it will ring practically without cease. When I'm not reading or writing or teaching, or contemplating managerial maneuvers for art and garden, I've been working on a piece for my father-in-law's eightieth birthday party the weekend after next. L. said that since I've done ceremonial poems for people in the past, she's hoping for something on this occasion. What I'm discovering is what poets laureate all know: there's a considerable difference between writing something because you have an itch that wants scratching, and writing something because people hope for, or even expect, a product. In draft one, there were more than a few hints of irritation, which is not what the program needs. Last night I watched a movie. I recommend it with the caveat that it delivers exactly what the title promises. It's called "Shoot 'em Up." This British, possibly also American, expression describes a quite predictable kind of movie, in which the hero is inviolate and lots of schlubs are doomed to fall to his impossibly wonderful accuracy, ingenuity and warrior grace. There is no meaning to be grasped, but the plot demands a soft core to the gruff exterior and some love or lust interest. I thought "Shoot 'em Up" was an excellent shoot 'em up, more Bond than some Bonds, blither of course, but very good blither. There is no connection, real or implied, between the first and third paragraph. Carry on. David Ritchie, Portland, Oregon------------------------------------------------------------------ To change your Lit-Ideas settings (subscribe/unsub, vacation on/off, digest on/off), visit www.andreas.com/faq-lit-ideas.html