Exporting the Revolution Reunion (2): An open letter to anyone who gives a rat’s ass about education

Note: The second of several postings about the most amazing reunion in the history of reunions. Dear Anyone Who Gives a Rat’s Ass About Education: First off, thank you. Secondly, never underestimate what you can learn watching something you’ve spent a year planning as it unfolds. We were in the midst of the formal portion … Continue reading Exporting the Revolution Reunion (2): An open letter to anyone who gives a rat’s ass about education

I’d rather eat homework than words: a shoutout to the culinary arts and a little Brian Williams rant

Today is all about taste - good and bad. First, the bad. That would be Brian Williams. It wasn't enough for Brian to be a tall, handsome, white, rich and hugely successful anchorman at NBC News. He had to lie about being in a helicopter that was shot down in Iraq so he could also appear to … Continue reading I’d rather eat homework than words: a shoutout to the culinary arts and a little Brian Williams rant

A high school high point and why now is better

We were standing in the living room of my sister’s house when my 16-year-old niece (who will never be smarter again in her life than she is now) said, “C’mon, tell me you wouldn’t want to be 16 again.” What I wanted to say was “*#^K NO!!!! ARE YOU CRAZY????” What I said, instead, was … Continue reading A high school high point and why now is better

Practical Gothic: an Ancestral Meditation

I like to think I grew up in a practical family, but as I get older, I’m realizing the truth is more that I grew up in a family that liked to think it was merely practical. I’m in the process of working out exactly what to call us. For now, I’m gonna go with … Continue reading Practical Gothic: an Ancestral Meditation

Me & Books (with a preface about Flying Erasers and other dangers of education)

I don't remember life without books. According to my mother, I wore out five copies of "Pat the Bunny" before learning to read - which I did before starting kindergarten. This did not endear me to Mrs. Ferris, my kindergarten teacher ("Kindergarteners aren't supposed to read"). It especially did not endear me to my first-grade teacher, Helen Zoeckler. I spent … Continue reading Me & Books (with a preface about Flying Erasers and other dangers of education)