attachment and the end of the term...

I hate the end of term... I have post-partum or something... I always think about what else I should have taught them... and then there's the grading... It is always a delicate balance.. and then when one sometimes has to write down the "bad" grade... I hate it...

I hope my students find joy in the lives and pursuits they've chosen. I get so attached to them. Yes this is the cause of all suffering, isn't it, attachment... but then what joy when they graduate and they succeed...

Go forth and conquer... live with joy and wild abandon...

(That's right... I'm a complete geek.)

Happy Mother's Day to Carey's Mom...Karen...

Pictures of Carey wishing his mom a happy mother's day and saying hello to everyone.

drive by...

Dear beloved all,

I have “discovered” Drive By Truckers (for those out of the loop – music). I remember, Anna, sitting in a one room apartment that was crammed so full of recording equipment that there was only a shelf for its resident to sleep on…

Being here has given me a different perspective… It has been a long time coming. I remember sitting in “joe”… and I remember a group of people coming in and I said something scathing to my companions concerning how “they” were dressed and even uttered the word “red neck.” Mr. Giles gave me a cold eye and said, “Lane, how can you say something like that? How can you be so cruel?”

“What are you talking about?”

“Lane, those are your people. They are from the same place you are. Who are you to be a snob to them?”

Ouch. – but thanks again Mr. Giles.

You cannot be inside from the outside. You cannot reject what made you without rejecting some part of yourself. You cannot hold your own in contempt without self-loathing.

… and so thanks Mr. Hood, et. al. for “Outfit”, “Decoration Day” – and your ability to be authentic without pretension – You guys rock!

Ciao babies…