FEEDING BACK

 You wrote:

"I need to do this correctly. I'm writing a list of feedback I'm supposed to give back, but knowing what feedback I owe you have been difficult to discern from your posts."

This is a subtle feature of your personal and scholarly stance. It is very formal, and seems to clutter your thinking and your reading, with a somewhat stultified outlook, as though if you outline it, you might understand it.

Right now I am responding to you. 

You don't owe me anything specific except an intelligent reading and reflection upon what you've read.

Your source of reading is twofold: Appel's Einstein stories, and my entries to our Blog.

Since you began to Blog, each of my entries acknowledges and comments on what you blogged about.

Your entries basically focus only on Appel and there is no give and take with my observations of Appel or my responses to your writing.

I'm trying to have a dialogue. You seem to prefer monologue.

YOU CAN'T BE SERIOUS...

What do you mean "write it out again"?

Each of our entries are there as a permanent entry. That was the point of using this format. 

You can revisit (and reread) any entry. 

You can write a response to my first entry, or any other entry. That is why we have a dated index of our entries on the right side of the Blog.

If this is too much for you, I am truly surprised, but stranger things have happened in my life. 

Have you read "Strings?'

Do you want to continue, or does it seem pointless to you?

It's not too late to do DROP/ADD and find something that is more meaningful for you. I was hoping we would establish a line of communication with this Blog.  

I wish you had read and comprehended my first entries for this Blog. It was an informal drafting of a plan for us both to learn something about the craft of writing and about ourselves.

I had high hopes as the old Frank Sinatra song used to say:

Next time you're found, with your chin on the ground
There a lot to be learned, so look around

Just what makes that little old ant
Think he'll move that rubber tree plant
Anyone knows an ant, can't
Move a rubber tree plant

But he's got high hopes, he's got high hopes
He's got high apple pie, in the sky hopes

So any time you're gettin' low
'stead of lettin' go
Just remember that ant
Oops, there goes another rubber tree plant!  

I know you may not know who Frank Sinatra was, and that's okay. You know many things that I don't know...that's why conversations such as this Blog can be meaningful and productive... or they can just die.

Up to you.

DIALOGUE

I need to do this correctly. I'm writing a list of feedback I'm supposed to give back, but knowing what feedback I owe you have been difficult to discern from your posts.  Given that this is not a class, it would be unfair for you to write it out again, even though that would help me tremendously. I feel guilty that this experiment is not turning out as you imagine. Do you mind restating the feedback and specific things you'd like me to discuss?