Memories are self-contained bits of the past we’ve locked away in our minds. You can have them stored away for years without remembering you still have them, and then suddenly, a random thing will trigger some recall that brings to light this forgotten treasure. We’ve got a trove full. Losing them, of course, does not... »
Archive for April 27th, 2010
The Class I Wish I Could Take, Then Teach (A Personal Odyssey, etc.)
Tuesday, April 27th, 2010
It would take one school year, perhaps, beginning in September and ending Bloomsday, June 16. It would include but four works, ending with a fifth, composed by the students, for the students. And the reading list would encompass an odyssey–literally–through literature and the various takes authors have had on the Greek story since Homer. The... »
“I love Helvetica”
Tuesday, April 27th, 2010
Ah, but I don’t. I think it has, for some strange, inexplicable reason, achieved a status completely non-commensurate with its beauty or distinguishing characteristics. But sometimes I feel alone in this assessment. I certainly did that Friday. She wore a little yellow button as a pendant and was one of about 10 folks smoking on... »