Horses Without Borders

Dear Colleagues Across the Curricululm:

My Mission Impossible: to transform, reconfigure,
reformat,recalibrate  FACULTY L (blessed tie 

that binds)  into  Facultybook

Sustained sustaining ongoing converse- action 

across ourcurriculum, our diller-a-dollar disciplines, 

majors & minorsfrom see to shining see:.

Stretching as far north of Jensen as  Kittredge & 

beyond;  points south past mold & mildew of

mid- campus toward Hamill Complex: their

frontiers yet unknown.

Beyond Professionalism: A new world .

And brave:

A noiseless, patient spider,
I mark'd, where, on a little promontory, 

it stood, isolated; Mark'd how, to explore

the vacant, vast surrounding, It launch'd forth 

filament, filament, filament, out of itself; Ever 

unreeling them--ever tirelessly speeding them.

And you, O my Soul, where you stand,
Surrounded, surrounded, in measureless 

oceans of space,  Ceaselessly musing, 

venturing, throwing,--seeking the spheres, 

to connect them; till the bridge you will need, 

be form'd--till the ductile anchor hold; Till the 

gossamer thread you fling, catch somewhere, 

O my Soul. (Whitman, slightly reconfigured.)

Girls in Cowboy Boots

Horses Without Borders