I know I’m a few days late for New Year’s resolutions, but the spring semester beginning tomorrow seems more like a point of a new beginning than an arbitrary day on a calendar. So, with that, I propose the following.
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The Subversive Education
Real education is subversive. It’s about nuance and irony — the challenging of the status quo. This is what I do.
Time to Eat
I remember my kindergarten teacher telling me one time: “you are what you eat.” Like other five-year-olds, I’m not sure I understood the figurative significance of this statement, but it is one of the first moments of contemplation in my life.
Photo London Portfolios
The summer’s study in London is wrapping up, and for my photography students that means final portfolios. Tis class has been both a pleasure and a challenge for me, and it has been a real treat to see all my students grow as photogs over the past five weeks. They all have come a long way since their initial, pre-flight submissions. I’m proud of them all, but I wanted to highlight a couple of stand-out portfolios.
I Am a Londoner
I should have been born in England. Not only have I been an anglophile since my years as an undergrad, I am right at home in this city. In many ways, it is gray. From the cloudy summer skies to the faces of hurried pedestrians, the attitude of London fits with mine. People leave you alone, unless you don’t want to be. Londoners are used to anything, so nothing seems to bother them. Much.
Half Over!?
Where does the time go? It seems like it was just yesterday that I was writing about the first class day, and now the program has just over two weeks left! No matter how much time you have, there just doesn’t seem to be enough of it. This is true for London and perhaps for life. Thank goodness my life has included London.
Apollo (1999-2011)
I thought he would hold on until I returned home. However, the fibrosarcoma neoplasm growing in his stomach for over a year — the tumor that robbed him of his weight — finally took his life. He was my handsome boy — a good cat. He always loved me, no matter what.