Du travail

The theory of this weblog is to remake oneself from the ground up and on that theory I am looking at job ads. Here, oddly, is one for which I am qualified, based on what I have become. I would reboot entirely, in a different key, and the current book project would work very well … More Du travail

Merci

These are the Dansko Harper in oiled black. I bought them this afternoon, so I am grateful. They are amazingly comfortable and they make me feel competent. This semester I have acquired more shoes at once than ever before, because due to this foot problem I developed all my former shoes had to go. I … More Merci

Is it within your power to make a part of your work day satisfying?

I like a calm rhythm and to be getting somewhere, or at least getting the chance to do something right. Do you have this in your job? I have had it in some jobs, but this one is like working on an assembly line that is also an obstacle course where, moreover, the ceiling is … More Is it within your power to make a part of your work day satisfying?

On the current culture, this comment is fascinating

I think the attitude that is going out of style is the one defined by military mores. That view of ‘human nature’ is that it is raw material, out of which something can be shaped, drawn and/or crystallized. The contemporary view is the opposite one. According to this, we are all born with wonderfully perfect, … More On the current culture, this comment is fascinating

Take the A train

My exchange student is going to New York for Thanksgiving. When she gets into Manhattan she will go to her friend’s house on the A train. I am excited about this: stepping out of LaGuardia, jumping on that Port Authority bus, taking the A train uptown. Axé.

Alouette

If I am thinking well enough ahead I think of this, going to difficult classes or meeting with cranky authorities. Alouette, I will catch you in the end. Axé.

T.S. Eliot

Time and the bell have buried the day, The black cloud carries the sun away. Will the sunflower turn to us, will the clematis Stray down, bend to us; tendril and spray Clutch and cling? Chill Fingers of yew be curled Down on us? After the kingfisher’s wing Has answered light to light, and is … More T.S. Eliot