Archive for the 'Thought' Category

MY DAILY EXISTENTIAL CONUNDRUM…

September 2nd, 2017

A few years ago, when I moved from walkable Cleveland Heights (No. 6) to the unwalkable North Royalton (No. 108), I faced a challenge in my life. I was doubling the amount of gasoline I purchased each week because, where I previously dealt with drive times of 10-15 minutes to see my students, I suddenly […]

ANNDDD, I’M BACK…

August 28th, 2017

A most fruitful week. Look for details tomorrow.

OBSESSION WITH PRODUCTIVITY NOT PRODUCTIVE…

July 19th, 2017

So, over the past three years I’ve been gradually working myself through Oliver Burkeman’s opus: This Column Will Change Your Life—yes, the title is tongue-in-cheek—because, like Burkeman, I have a lifelong obsession with being better. For me, the focus began in high school when I stole the book How To Study Better And Get Higher […]

ALBERT CAMUS ON DEATH, GOD AND FREEDOM…

June 11th, 2017

I went on a bit of a Camus jag a few years ago, reading The Stranger, The Myth of Sisyphus and several other of his essays and then earlier this year, at the recommendation of Charles Johnson in his The Way Of The Writer, I began reading Camus’ notebooks. Doing so led me this morning […]

WHEN A CELEBRATION BECOMES HURTFUL…?

June 9th, 2017

I’ll confess that in my ignorance, I sometimes don’t get why someone is offended, but I’m a 62-year-old white guy living in the United States of America privileged by an accident (no, really, I was an accident) of birth, so that’s not an uncommon state. When I read The Central Student Association’s apology for playing […]

ACKNOWLEDGING IGNORANCE IS IMPORTANT…

May 22nd, 2017

I tell students that I awaken each morning celebrating my own ignorance because that means I get to learn new information. Yet, back in the ’90s a young man on my staff told me that I was intimidating because I always seemed to have information just waiting between my ears to answer a particular question. […]

FIRST ACCEPT THAT EVERYTHING IS DERIVATIVE…

April 4th, 2017

One of the lessons I learned in my 20s by watching James Burke’s Connections was that everything new has, by necessity, roots in that which already exists. Creativity, as I understand the process, involves seeing what is in front of you in a different way, of adding one to one and getting three. Nothing is […]

TAKING A WALK TO THE RABBIT HOLE…

March 22nd, 2017

I am a lifelong accumulator, a finder of the trivial and unconnected. In my woke mind I assemble a gestalt of bits and bobs that occasionally reach out to each other in momentarily flashes of synergy to pass for genius. This, perhaps, is why I treasured my first library card and spent whole days in […]

THE AMERICAN DREAM CAN BE A NIGHTMARE…

February 22nd, 2017

When the economy allowed us to live in the same community and draw a paycheck from the same company for decades, then buying a home, putting down roots, made a lot of sense. That was the American dream. That dream went away with globalization and the rise of economies that were not as great as […]

WHY DO WE WANT MORE THAN ALL WE CAN BE…?

February 11th, 2017

Last year I distributed images to several friends and associates of Superman and Wonder Woman in the power poses described by Amy Cuddy in her TED Talk. Cuddy’s concept is akin to the Fake it until you make it philosophy and has come under attack in the years since she first proposed her idea, but […]

STICK WITH IT: A WILLPOWER SPECIAL…

January 8th, 2017

This morning I’m continuing to read a suite of Guardian articles gathered under the banner: Stick with it: a willpower special. I’ll most likely be commenting on each—see SO, WHAT IF WILLPOWER ISN’T REALLY A THING…?; STEP 1: WRITE… STEP 2: IGNORE THE NEXT STEP…; WHO CAN EAT JUST 20 GRAMS OF SUGAR A DAY…? […]

PULL MY DAiSY, 1959…

July 15th, 2016

Found in James Campbell’s Ginsberg, Kerouac and Burroughs: celebrating the Beats in Paris. The tile comes from a collaborative poem by the same title by Allen Ginsberg, Jack Kerouac, Neal Cassady which begins: Pull my daisy tip my cup all my doors are open Cut my thoughts for coconuts all my eggs are broken Jack […]

HAPPY PI (3.1416, ROUNDED TO 4 DECIMALS) DAY…!

March 14th, 2016

I’ll be buying a pie for my students this morning and presenting them with this puzzle. Can you solve the puzzle? Hint: you don’t need a calculator.

WORK, SAVINGS AND LOANS TO GOVERNMENT…

February 23rd, 2016

I am an advocate for spending my money as close to home as possible because I think that is where the money does the most good. Buying from a locally owned business means that more of the money you spend—the profits—stays in your community. There are however, I’ve learned this morning, deeper philosophical processes at […]

MAKING TO LIVE DEEP MY LIFE’S DEFAULT…

January 31st, 2016

So, Henry David Thoreau was my first non-familial, hero. I have tried to emulate him in many ways and, for the most part, fallen short. Like many before me, I became obsessed with the 16th paragraph of Walden’s second chapter: I went to the woods because I wished to live deliberately, to front only the […]

HUSSY, MADAM, COURTESAN, SPINSTER, WENCH…

January 28th, 2016

George Carlin famously gave us the seven dirty words that you can’t say on television: shit, piss, fuck, cunt, cocksucker, motherfucker, and tits. The Oxford University Press, in an exercise of collocation, went Carlin one better and gives us eight words that indicate English (or for we secessionists on the other side of the pond, […]

WHO IS A MEMBER OF YOUR ORGANIZATION…?

December 7th, 2015

Previously…

GAWD, THE BRITS DO FETISHIZE THEIR TEA…

October 7th, 2015

I’m a coffee person (see blog-flag above) but I enjoy a good cuppa now and then whether the working-man’s mug preferred by Orwell and Hitchens or meditative green. This morning Mary Berry goes to the posh side in How to make the perfect cup of tea. She begins: My mother was fussy about making tea… […]

HOW TO CURE EMBRACE BOREDOM…

September 29th, 2015

I can’t remember a time in my life when I was bored. Boredom is simply not a concept I emotionally understand. Yet, hardly a school day passes when I do not hear one of my students lament some permutation of the phrase: I’m so bored. Gayatri Devi, writing in Boredom is not a problem to […]

I’M THINKING A LOT ABOUT FEAR THIS MORNING…

September 27th, 2015

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