David Gessner Is Transformative

It's snowing again. Maybe I will just blog exclusively during snow. This particular post was meant to be up last week when David Gessner actually visited the college and my class. He showed the below video of him mocking both the hum and haw professor and the bovine blankness of the worst classes. That's my take. Or maybe he's just enjoying himself.



Ha. Also, give his essay Those Who Write, Teach a look.

The Death of Summer or How I Draw a Paycheck

School is in. And responsibilities loom over my puttering around. Which often, inexplicably, means I get more puttering done. Not really inexplicable because I have to prioritize my puttering, put my puttering first. These are things I've learned from the Seven Habits of Highly Effective People, which I have never read but bought for a quarter at a garage sale from someone I suspect had not read it either. Point being, I'm teaching again. Shaping young minds. I try not to think about that too much. It's paralyzing if you do. Like the Larkin poem: "They fuck you up, your mum and dad./ They may not mean to, but they do."

(pictured: goats puttering)

It's Back to the Salt Mines

Do people actually mine salt? That aside, I am back, back and so soon after being gone. Back to work, but I refuse to whistle. You will not hear a whistle out of me. Not a one.