Finally, I get an email from Barack Obama instead of John Kerry. It's about damn time.
I've been looking over past posts, dwelling a bit on those to which my brother commented. I could almost pretend he's still alive.
This
toot on the romaticization of 'otherness' and wallowing in simulacral fantasies of how great things were back in the day before the neolithic revolution [no comment from bro posted, but we had a three hour phone conversation about it] deserves revisiting. I was in rare form.
I really like
this one, too, in which I describe a student asking me for parenting advise. That was probably one of my odder teaching moments.