I teach college freshmen how to write, even though there really is no such thing, and I study how to teach them to do it, as much as that is possible. I happen to like college freshmen quite a bit. They're lovely people. I pretty much have the best job in the world.
I used to do creative writing, and we won't get into that right now because I'm pretty sure you don't want to have to read a rant.
I once lived in a house with a couple of veterinary students, and pet-wise it was a crazy house with like 5 cats and 2 dogs. Sometimes I still miss it.
Back in the days of yore, OKCupid told me I was more "radcliffy" than most. I took it as a compliment, though I didn't agree. You should see my desk, for example. I suspect it all had something to do with the fact that I went to a snooty prep school. Except for the fact that I curse like a sailor, I have perfect manners. Again, prep school.
I'm more interested in questions than answers, and in starting
points and processes than end points and results. Life is situated and emergent, and while I recognize that limits and boundaries are necessary, I think we shouldn't let them overdetermine who we are and what we're in the constant process of becoming.
In related news, Descartes and Plato can totally kiss my ass.