emotional intensity.

in writing about borderlines, i will henceforth use the term EID instead of BPD.

Press about the Jordan class

Umniah and WritersCell

and making music out of words

i care about sounds. syllables. songs. 

On Not Being Something Else.

i care about music and words

or maybe

i'll just spend the day here.

i attended my first Passover Seder on Monday night. the Haggadah was progressive and inspiring and hopeful, i loved the rituals and the company. pictures here.

speculate

several important matters:

in a state of stunned melancholy, i accidentally wore an all denim outfit and blue Van's to teach yesterday. by the time i realized my folly it was too late

i slept in two sets of pajamas and cuddled with Blue, Garfield, Grateful Dead bear and a space heater

today i must must must force myself to work work work

Surrender in G Major

it's been a battle of a day. for now, this lullaby.

striving

today was an especially fun teaching day. we read emmanuel carrère, an excerpt from lives other than my own. I indulged myself by telling my students about the professor, my favorite, who gave me the book.

we then workshopped two great essays before writing for ten minutes about expectations (i wrote about body expectations and body image issues but refrained from sharing this time). it occurred to me how much the expectations of my students drive me. through their inevitable expectations, a symptom of the classroom dynamic, the transaction between us, my students make me a better teacher and a better writer.

the expectations of others can be the best motivation. so can the song seven devils, which i am blasting as i edit an essay.

amazing harmonization

the civil wars

esthete

"he'd seen through everything in life and found it wanting"

-sk