Write a little about yourself. Just a paragraph will do.
Once I was a child
What am I now?
Is the child gone?
Buried by the storms that I've endured for so long?
Down there somewhere he lives
That child is mine just the same as I'm am his
I am his future, and he is my polar south
And I journey on
Treading ground that used to be horizons
That is who I am
A life of footfalls yet to be made and washed away by time
I'm a witness to foreign sights and perspectives
I am a seeker of paths and a cutter of my own
The further I travel away from that child, the more I need him to
show me the way
He is my curiosity about this strange world. My fascination.
What I’m doing with my life
Don’t overthink this one; tell us what you’re doing day-to-day.
I might have about 80 years on the earth, so half of this journey
is over. It's been a great ride so far. Even the hard times have
taught me something. I teach, because I love to watch the budding
of ideas and abilities. I teach, because I wanted someone who
wouldn't tell me what to think, but show me how to get my own
answers. I share my ideas, and marvel at the ideas of others. I
experience, because this is an amazing world with more tastes,
smells, feelings, textures, sight, sounds, lessons, cultures,
insights, artifacts, events, .... than you can fit into one
lifetime even if you did something different everyday. Then there
is Universe for dessert, if you have room. It's part of my problem,
learning will always be the other woman in my life. Women will
forgive a physical indiscretion before they tolerate one of
passion. Then again men probably do that to women too.
I’m really good at
Go on, brag a little (or a lot). We won’t judge.
Based on what I've been told: teaching, foot and back rubs,
photography, listening, being patient, staying chill, push ups,
pull ups, drawing, poetry, singing, being a son, going with the
flow, making random friends, making people feel comfortable talking
to me, ....
The first things people usually notice about me
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I really don't know this. It would really depend on the person. I
went from a sweater to a vest [but never a sweatervest], and the
students noticed that I have nice ties and shirts. People seem to
notice that I have nice teeth. [Strange.] My fingers are long
Favorite books, movies, shows, music, and food
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Books[listing authors]: R. Jordan, Pirsig, Larry Brown, DeLillio,
Willy the Shake. Lots! I'm a English teacher for Pete's sake. I can
spend lots of time discussing books. Actually finding someone who'd
rather discuss what they're reading than griping about life or
celebrities would be a massive turn on. UPDATE: recently I'm
reading Kuhn's book on paradigm shifts in science. The course I
teach is psychoanalysis, so I'm constantly preparing myself to
teach it better. I'm 150 pages into Simone De Beauvoir's The Second
Sex. Mind blowing. Being a African American male, I never thought
of myself as part of an oppressive group. But subconsciously, my
behavior reflects misogynistic tendencies. It is a struggle to
alter the paradigm and therefore the behavior, especially when it
is so deeply ingrained in one's experiential conditioning. This is
where De Beauvoir and Kuhn meet.
Movies: I like action, subtitled, and cerebral. I like a lot of
unabashed explosions, or I can go the other way with lots of
thoughtful direction and exposition. I use a lot of simulacra in my
classroom to debunk simulacra. I love media, but I also try to make
my students aware of the warning labels on it. Media is not
Shows: I like intense or really poignant. I've seen Ms. Saigon way
back in college. Love that Engineer. Denzel in Fences. I've taken
my students [my kids] to see some good plays. It's then that
teaching in NYC pays off. I'm more impressed by really fantastic
student productions than Broadway. Yeah I'm often awed by what
Broadway can produce, but putting together the story effect with a
shoestring budget is more impressive. More like magic versus the
science of Broadway.
Music: too much to name. I think the Ojays said it best: "I love
music just as long as it's grooving." I've been stealing playlists
off of people's profiles, so I'll be fair: There is the obvious
stuff, so I won't bother with "known". iPod: Rock and Country/2336
songs: Antic Clay and Bourbon Princess. Classical and Jazz/1215
songs: Chucho Valdes and Django Reinhardt. Hip-Hop/ 1947 songs:
[breaking the rule here] Eric B & Rakim [the latter is why]
Fugees. Reggae/ 973 songs: Gyptian and Jah Cure. Soul and Blues/
2755 songs: Kerri Chandler and Lyn Collins. World [No. I only speak
English.]/ 651: Mari Boine and Ofra Haza. There. Now I don't feel
so guilty about stealing lists.
Food: I'm a Yelper. Exotic or basic. I marinate a mean steak. My
french toast is a source of unabashed vanity for me. Oh! And then
there is Bodega soup. When I go out, I want to be immersed in a
relaxed atmosphere. A restaurant should provide the setting for
whatever fits your mood. The waiting staff should be ever present,
but never in the way. The food should be better than anything you
can cook, otherwise.... cook.
Art: I'm adding this. Art is an inspiration to me. I've had the
pleasure of being exposed to some stellar art, and some amazing
artists. Art is synthesis. I love art that seriously doesn't take
itself seriously. That pushed the boundaries of the societal
paradigm, so that I can walk away applying that question to my own
life. For example recently I was discussing Picasso with my
students. I didn't get Picasso until I viewed development of his
Cubist technique at the Guggenheim. I sat. I read. I analyzed, and
I realized. If art is simulacrum, why not expose that to get at the
real. Understanding that the real doesn't come from the art, but
the paradigm augmentation that the art can assist you with. Cubism
screams that nothing is seen from head on. That what you eyesight
reveal from one angle should be filtered through the mindsight that
there is more than on angle. To the world. To people. Sometimes
Mona Lisa didn't smile.
The six things I could never do without
Think outside the box. Sometimes the little things can say a lot.
good read: I'm tossing books again. Otherwise I could easily turn
into one of those people you find buried in their apartment by
mounds of periodicals and canons of texts. I pretty much always
have my shoulderbag with me. I'm reading for Grad School [nearly
done!!!]. I'm reading for the next progression of synthesis. I'm
reading an author who can just tell a good story, or merely has a
way with words. I'm laughing out loud. I'm underlining good S#!+.
It saddens me that you do hear more conversations around
something to do: maybe I'll draw. Maybe I'll paint. Maybe I'll
write a lesson plan. Maybe I'll bike somewhere. Maybe I'll watch
tv. Maybe I'll cook. Maybe I'll hang out with a friend. Maybe I'll
grade that stack of papers. Maybe I'll go to the gym. Maybe I'll
nap. Maybe I'll clean. Maybe I'll travel somewhere. Maybe I'll
read. Maybe I'll pay a videogame. Maybe I'll go to the museum.
Maybe I'll work on my photography. Maybe I'll go for a walk. Maybe
I'll research music. Maybe I'll do whatever moves me in the
music: I'd give up limb before I'd go deaf. Every year for a decade
I've been searching the web for someone who performs Ravel's
Tzigane live. Last year I found it at the Bergen PAC. Amazing.
People will do other stuff by him, but they won't touch that piece
in NYC. Too many variations, a friend told me. Too many chances for
things to go awry. That and the piece gives you no resting periods.
I got to see Rakim last year for the first time. I still remember
Grace Potter being close enough to count sweat drops. My student's
rendition of "Home" made me a bit tearful. I still get tearful when
I sing a song about my mom's passing that a student provided the
music for. Music is in most of memories.
good conversation: I'm not good at small talk. I really don't care
about how this star or that athlete spends their lives. Why did we
start conversing in the first place if it wasn't to expand the
understanding of our mutual experiences. I like conversation that
involves listening to each other. I mean really listening. And
Ooooh! Maybe asking a question to really try getting at what the
other is saying.
food prepared with care: I'm southern at heart. You can tell when
love is in the food.
time to think: I like... you know... people. To say that people are
more than flesh is reductive. Observation: Apes have opposable
thumbs. Lots of things that crawl and slither have languages and
social patterns. People think. People manifest their thinking. This
is what has separated us away from the food chain. I am my
thoughts. I am the culmination of the thoughts of others. I am the
phenomena of previous phenomena. It would be an insult to whatever
force that created this moment of being known as me, to ignore the
mind through which life is cultivated.
I spend a lot of time thinking about
Global warming, lunch, or your next vacation… it’s all fair game.
Social Construction of Society: How we created these ideas go
unchecked. How certain constructions developed, and the motivations
beyond the way they developed. How these ideas change or perpetuate
themselves: Marriage, gender, "man", "woman", race,
Lessons: Teaching increasingly fascinating. It is the most
fascinating when the students are engaged in co-learning.
Discovering new ideas, turning an old idea on its side to see it
from an angle that I hadn't or they hadn't contemplated before.
Everything becomes a lesson. I repeat conversations from my life in
my lessons, and versa vica.
My Next Step: This is always subject to change. At some point
recently I contemplated moving to a more expensive place when I
finished grad school. Then I thought "Wait a minute! Why spend more
money on a place to store me stuff and crash? Save the rent, and
travel with the money!"
What makes things "good": On going. Learning makes my life good.
Fills me up with something all my own. Awareness of the world, in
myself, in others. Seeing people comfortable in their lives, and
grasping their potential. Pushing that potential to its limits.
On a typical Friday night I am
Netflix and takeout, or getting your party on — how do you let loose?
deep in a dirty martini
calling a friend
The most private thing I’m willing to admit
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I've never owned a car, and given what is happening to the weather,
I'm willing to admit the vanity that I really never want to.
You should message me if
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You find me intriguing [I fully realize that so many words might be
a turn off. I use lots of words. I like to be around the use of
lots of words. I like being around others who listen to and use
words as well.]. I'm a self-admitted workaholic. At least until I
finish grad school. I've promised friends/family, and
ex-girlfriends, that I'd take a break and just work until I retire,
but who knows. I like being on both sides of the teacher's desk....
anywho I really just have time for the occasional "extra ticket" to
this or that when all my married-- or also workaholic-- friends
can't go. Only you can save an empty seat, only you.
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