Not quite so satisfying as the [Lorelei edited] classic Oedipus, but still very moving.

You can find this here. Squeeze it. Mix it with vodka?

Imagine yourself put in charge of coordinating a schoolwide process directed by this man

Starting yesterday, when I was sitting in a long training on this process, I am the WASC coordinator for my school. Basically an accreditation process that cannot be avoided. A huge morass of meetings and reports that have to be coordinated through a very opinionated faculty and staff. Seriously, there are faculty members here (remember it’s an art school) who will literally weep and wail when I assign focus groups, tasks, and the like. Much drama.

I’m pushing for a sizeable stipend for this extra role. Maybe enough to pay for Prism’s day care!

Julij and I did some of this meditation practice as a childbirth class. At the time, it was very new to me, but now I actually miss it. I miss the calmness in my brain. I’ve been practicing mindlessness lately, which isn’t working out nearly as well as I had hoped . . . .

I do find many problems with public educational methods these days. I teach in the Oakland public schools – a big mess. But I can’t even read this rag any more. It takes so much brain power to un-un-un-un-spin (alternatively, anti-un-re-de-construct) their flimsy arguments, that I end up more confused than when I started. And then there’s my very strong gut feeling that LEGOS are a force for good in a kid’s life. I’ll stick with that and stop paying for this kindling.