writing
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I feel like celebrating…that’s progress. This day has been hard for the last few years. I’m happy to report this year feels different. Lighter. But because I am otherwise occupied this beautiful Sunday, this semester’s term paper will do double duty here on the blog. The culmination of my ethical education is below. Is Privacy
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Choosing what’s best long term After witnessing a particularly frustrating government press conference in my corner of the world, I set out this week to write about the difference between freedom of expression and bald head lies. Now, a few days later, my temper has cooled and it seems wiser to devote more than just
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Let’s talk about hunting witches Recently, I’ve been thinking about the innocent women jailed and then murdered in Salem, Massachusetts. I couldn’t tell you why. That’s sarcasm of course, I can tell you exactly why. What must it be like to be living your life when all of the sudden some man comes out of
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What it means to me. I’m off the wagon. I know that off the wagon is the correct usage because I know the origin of the expression. Old-timey do-gooders would go around town, round up all the drunks, and load them onto a wagon to take them to a church basement to sober up. Some
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Why we should feel sorry for Rumpelstiltskin. Back when I was in design school, one of the most painful critiques was “The idea is there, but…” That feedback meant I see what you‘re going for, but you’ve ruined it with your choices. Recently, I listened to a BroPod where two influential men discussed a two
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What’s it to you? I’m around the halfway point in Ethics this semester and it’s time to start making decisions about registering for any Fall courses. Honestly, I’m considering giving up. It’s been a discouraging week for me as a vagina owner. In class on Monday, we covered the Ethics of Care. It is widely
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On recording history Spring has arrived. Nothing against winter, but it sucks and I hate it. The place looks dead and having cold feet makes me feel unnecessarily aggressive towards everything. I welcome the warmer weather even if it comes along with itchy eyes and a box of tissues. We’re not quite there yet, but
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What’s the opposite of teaching to the test? Almost every week after bagel breakfast with friends, I head to the thrift store to scour the book section for anything interesting. They have a deal that is buy four books, get the fifth one free that serves as both a challenge and a good stopping point.
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Preaching to the choir Recently, I watched a PBS special on the Gilded Age with my nine-year-old. I started the documentary twice before but both attempts were at night, and while I always appreciate the quality content PBS provides, this documentary was one with a mild-mannered narrator and a lot of the same images slowly
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When you don’t need words to convey meaning. We all know what that means, don’t we? Do what you can to help, but make sure you take care of yourself during this time. We don’t need to explain it. The time is what it is. We are living it together. If you’re not heartless (in
Life with ink 