The Conference and The Toad, Act I
But not a toad at a conference (if we could only be so lucky!)
Academe (where a weathered historian shares)
I am on my way to my first academic conference in about two years, if one doesn’t count Zoom presentations. An abundance of Zoom these couple of years steers me to attend this hybrid conference in person, the Midwest World History Association’s (MWWHA’s) conference with the theme, “Crisis and Recovery in World History.” I want to be with my MWWHA peeps.
I may or may not fill you in on the conference as it is happening. Should I? Our roundtable will discuss The Middle Ground Journal and how we function. What have you always wanted to know about an online, peer-reviewed, open-access academic journal but were afraid to ask? Ask now!
With Critters, It’s Personal
The Toad, Prologue
Ms. Toad1 lives in a humble residence at the bottom of a drain spout under a splash block.
Ms. Toad contemplates in her residence, much like Henri, the existential twit in the short and entertaining video, “Henri 2 - Paw de Deux.”
The Toad, Act I
“How long have I sat here amidst the grass and mud? … No matter. I live indistinguishable from mud.”
“Tree frog tells me there are colorful sticks flying through the air to see. I have never seen them. What is wrong with the green of the grass?”
“He, too, is green.”
“He lost a foot but still wants to climb so high to see so much.”
“I sit on my mud floor and hope that human does not mow the grass. I shall sit here every day and I shall hunt every night.”
Don’t miss Act II…
I know she is a she thanks to the website, “Toadily Toads.”
All photos used in “The Toad” are mine own.