I miss the best dog ever.
I miss the best dog ever.
Mount Rainier Anniversary Hike—Tipsoo Lake.
Mount Rainier Anniversary hike. 34 years. Still smiling.
A friend invited me to the U.S. Olympic Trials in Eugene on a beautiful June day. Old rickety Hayward Field had a rich history, but the plush new seats and ample leg room in the brand new stadium make me more amenable to gentrification.
Bonus pic. Gentrification with environmentalism on top. I threw Rosa in the car and rode to and from the shuttle lot. Is there a nicer four word phrase than “Free Valet Bike Parking”?
You can suffer from marriage burnout and parent burnout and pandemic burnout partly because, although burnout is supposed to be mainly about working too much, people now talk about all sorts of things that aren’t work as if they were: you have to work on your marriage, work in your garden, work out, work harder raising your kids, work on your relationship with God (‘Are You at Risk for Christian Burnout?’ One Web site asks. You’ll know you are if you’re driving yourself too hard to become an ‘an excellent Christian.’) Even getting a massage is ‘bodywork’.Jill Lepore, It’s Just Too Much, The New Yorker, 5/24/21
A quintessential Pacific Northwest phenomenon. I drive side-by-side with these bad boys almost daily. This batch is headed somewhere on the Pacific Rim via Olympia’s port. Extra points for the observant for detecting another quintessential Pacific Northwest phenomenon in the background.
Comment 2. “One thing I’ll add to this excellent post: I am slightly autistic, and one of the ways that manifests in me is that I find rules of social behavior unintuitive. If you put me in a highly egalitarian spontaneous order situation, I don’t really know how to act or how to talk to people. What I need are clearly defined social rules, scripts if you will. Formal, hierarchical relationships like teacher-student or colonel-major make me comfortable because there is a clear script for me to follow.”
Comment 3. “I always ask my students to call me David, but Steven makes a good point that I hadn’t previous considered that formality is easier to navigate – especially given the international nature of the student body.
Stop Calling Professors ‘Professor’. Nicely argued.
I’ve always asked my students to call me Ron. Partly because my first college teaching gig was at a Quaker institution which tried to be egalitarian. Mostly though because I’m wired to be informal.
Some students are down with it from the get-go, for others it takes getting used to. They’re almost disappointed, as if they want me to be a know-it-all. It doesn’t take me long to disabuse them of that notion.
One of my first high school students in Los Angeles called me a “tough, young buck from UCLA”. That was cool, but don’t use any of my nicknames like Slip or HD (Heavy Duty), that’s a bridge too far. Oh, except one nickname is fine, Birdie*. You can use that one whenever you’d like.
*Compliments of Lou Matz in high school. Sigh, these days on Western Washington links, I’m known as Bogey Byrnes.
Not counting the just completed Open Championship and the Tour de France, overlapping highlights of the sporting calendar that seriously taxed my DVR and remote control skills.
I’m deep into Shtisel on Netflix. I may as well be living in Jerusalem. The three season series was a huge hit among American Jews, but this gentile digs it too.
Tonight I watched Season 1, Episode 11 which is my favorite so far. The series beautifully depicts the costs and benefits of strict religious community. And also, the costs and benefits of extremely close families.
The slower pacing, the incredible background music, the covert sexuality all make for an incredibly unique and rewarding experience.
Unless you’re hopelessly modern, book your flight for Jerusalem soon, you won’t be disappointed.