Need to parbreak this blogvomit and move on to other business …
Going through the old boxes from NEBHE offers few leads, but emails remind me I was more of a cocky jerk—a “boss” even—than I like to remember.
The smell of Jack’s pipe smoke still sticks to those yellowed news articles and memos 25 years later.
Also notes from my recently departed colleague Charlotte, a sharp-humored woman who was paid to watch the costs of our journal.
A Boston Globe front page kept because it quoted me on higher ed underfunding, but more importantly covered the the Haitian military’s overthrow of Jean-Bertrand Aristide.
CNN reports a “Trump fundraising email uses photo from soldiers’ dignified transfer and promises ‘private national security briefings’” Right back to desperate financial days at the higher ed org.
You ask about the Beatles? My favorite line is “Oh that magic feeling, nowhere to go.” My favorite cover song: Yesterday by Willie.
Wish I could sniff the tissue paper that protected grapefruits and other produce at Johnny Arrigo’s in Salem.
At the Indian bar, it seems right to root for Ghana over England but who knows the state of colonial fan patterns.
Perseverated about the name of an old colleague who never meant much to me at a short-lived job that didn’t mean much either.
What bothered me was the perseveration itself, as a neurologist warned.
A trusted friend explains how Trump era has created real medical-emotional effects that translate into measurable health risks such as high heart rates.
Doomscrolling, I hope to find something thought-provoking. Instead, I get so stuck on Pinterest images of baseball cards that I don’t know if I had them or just remember them from Pinterest.
A mysterious post on a local platform read: “Where can I go to get my colors done? I always see it on reels, but not sure where to go. Thank you!” One commenter: “Colors in what? Like a psychic person? or a warm, cool skin color for makeup and clothing?”
Enjoyed a pictionary sort of exercise with the immigrant students. Students struggled to convey “doctor” with their unconvincing illustrations of human helpers. Then one began to draw a cross and on top of it, a snake … the Rod of Asclepius. Everyone got it.
Now, another lesson about job search, a prompt asks students to think of problems they have. One Haitian tells of having everything stolen from her home back on the island. Another can’t sleep. Language barrier or not, I’m stuck for advice.
Keep our spirit levels high?
