Here’s some stuff going on.
So a few weeks ago I tried writing a post about teaching. We’re about half way through the fall semester right now which means that teaching is the one thing that’s occupying most of my time. But what I tried to write didn’t come out right, so I threw it in the old File of Forgotten Blog Posts that seems to be rapidly filling up my hard drive.
I thought I’d revisit the issue because two of my favorite blogs, Angry Asian Buddhist and Enlightenment Ward, both posted commentary about a recent Brad Warner post over on Hardcore Zen. It seems everyone’s favorite punk rock Zen master has closed the comments down on his blog, and in the process he’s added to a litany of critiques about the value of the Internet in the practice of Buddhism.
Social class, like gender and ethnicity, is a driving and limiting force in our lives. Most people. . . do not know anything about social class and how it affects everything from college choice to retention.
I feel like there’s quite a bit on my mind as of late. It’s the middle of the first week of October. I’m in the middle of my first week teaching a new crop of Japanese students all about what’s wrong with America, er, um, I mean, history and culture. Right, right. Apart from that […]
The trouble with being educated is that it takes a long time; it uses up the better part of your life and when you are finished what you know is that you would have benefited more by going into banking. I wonder if bankers ask such questions. They ask what the prime rate is up […]
Where to begin? The beginning doesn’t seem right. There’s no way to explain to someone who hasn’t been at a camp like this what working at a camp like this is like. When I’m at camp, Time looses all meaning. I never know what day it is. All I know is that Day Four ended, […]
Mandate? Sea change? I don’t know. I don’t know what’s going on in my country. When I lived in Humboldt, I used to see a lot of old pickup trucks with bumper stickers that read, “I love my country, but I fear my government.” I understood the sentiment. I understood how one could feel distrustful […]