Monthly Archives: August 2016
(MoMA, New York, July 2016) I learned some teenage lingo hiking last week with ninth-graders in the Sierras: dab, harambe, bruh/cuh/fam. (“What if your teachers call each other bruh?” we inquired.) The college equivalent was perhaps “space”: my resident advisor once declaimed we were always deploying “space” for some idea-or-other. Storytelling and affinity groups necessitated space, […]
First off, I want to say thank you for having taken the time to read snippets of my thoughts over the last year. There are too many things to read these days and too many things telling us what to do, think, and feel. Some of those resonate with us, but many don’t. I hope […]
My friend Tricia, a veteran teacher, says she’s always nervous starting a new semester, and if you’re nervous you’re doing it right, because that means that you care. All the same, I knew she was trying to make me feel less nervous, and it didn’t really work.
I have found that people want those things which are near and dear to them to be well-understood and well-represented in public discourse. When people are talking about your favorite sports team, or travel location, or musical artist, you don’t care so much that they love that thing as much as you do—although certainly you […]