I'm involved in all sorts of fun and challenging things: systems building, project management, people management, teaching teachers, curriculum development, and getting paid to play dodgeball.
The goal: helping people -- kids and adults alike -- be the best versions of themselves.
I love my work.
Or I’m totally absorbed in something.
For non-fiction, I have a history of devouring anything philosophy and psychology, but have recently been on a business kick. For words that resonate, give me Victor Hugo, Anne Frank, Ayn Rand, Alfred Lord Tennyson, Maria Montessori, and Francis Hodgson Burnett. Love the reverence for life they each capture in their own way.
I'm a sucker for stories with complex characters. Something about delving into the mind of another person, taking their perspective, navigating their choices, watching them overcome struggles – both the external and internal – it just draws me right in. Guess that’s why I’ve also developed a sort of love-hate relationship with Dostoevsky. Brilliant in his psychological explorations, but damn is that man too consumed by the depraved.
Film favorites follow in the same vein.
Just watched Vanilla Sky again. That movie so affects me.
TV: I become obsessed with a show, watch every episode, and then go without turning the thing on for months. Repeat.
Music taste is ever-evolving and changes with the spirit of my mood. Old school roots lie in rock, but these days, it’s all over the place. A sampling: Feist, Regina Spektor, Tori Amos, Eminem, Angus & Julia Stone, DMB, Radiohead, Jeff Buckley, Tchaikovsky, Of Monsters and Men, Portishead, Cat Power, Indigo Girls, Iron & Wine, Alice in Chains, NIN, Emiliana Torrini, Rachmaninoff. Pandora's become the soundtrack to most of my days.
For more that tickles my insides, feel free to go exploring here.
A noiseless, patient spider,
I mark’d, where, on a little promontory, it stood, isolated;
Mark’d how, to explore the vacant, vast surrounding,
It launch’d forth filament, filament, filament, out of itself;
Ever unreeling them—ever tirelessly speeding them.
And you, O my Soul, where you stand,
Surrounded, surrounded, in measureless oceans of space,
Ceaselessly musing, venturing, throwing,—seeking the spheres, to connect them;
Till the bridge you will need, be form’d—till the ductile anchor hold;
Till the gossamer thread you fling, catch somewhere, O my Soul.
And you smile often.