A typo. Decided it could function as an (sortof, not quite) anagram.
Hang on. I’m gonna ask ChatGPT.
Q&A with ChatGPT, at chat.openai.com
Bext is a portmanteau of next and best. (Not an anagram.) This is the bext christmas that I can remember. It’s perfect for my present circumstances, and is meaningful like some of my other favorite christmasses.
We were three or four songs into Melissa’s set when I asked my girlfriend (of the unique 3-year generation born 1980-1982) how she learned about lesbian music. She explained “probably through Women’s Studies” during her undergrad years.
Sent this tweet 7:37pm, three minutes later we were dancing.
Must one inquire into the issues that delay or block resolution? Love must be learned, and learned again and again; there is no end to it...Cranes dance in southwestern petroglyphs. Old Crane Man taught the Tewa how to dance.
Must one inquire into the issues that delay or block resolution? Love must be learned, and learned again and again; there is no end to it...Cranes dance in southwestern petroglyphs. Old Crane Man taught the Tewa how to dance.
I can only offer what I know, what I have learned, slowly and at the cost of many dear relationships. Diversity matters. The differences among us are more important than the similarities, because they enable creativity. Here we are, thrown into consciousness and connection. What shall we make of this precious chance?
I can only offer what I know, what I have learned, slowly and at the cost of many dear relationships. Diversity matters. The differences among us are more important than the similarities, because they enable creativity. Here we are, thrown into consciousness and connection. What shall we make of this precious chance?
Nearly a month has passed since learning about the short time horizon for probable human extinction. This is twice as long ago as it feels to me: the associated emotions seem to have condensed my perception of the passage of time. Each day, in addition to managing fear and grief, I have done a few things directly related to … Read more...
I have a lot to write today: a brief description of the MEDIEM/UMass Dashboard tool for online social deliberation, some notes on accommodation concerns, and a public report on the findings of the action learning research that I did in a workshop at RID Region II. The conversation threads with each associated … Read more...
The indoor/outdoor Fine Arts Center exhibits were a charming surprise, fitting right in to the swirl of family routines, whirlwind tour of family haunts, recitations of familiar and revised family stories, cheerleading for the kids, and somber offerings of solace to Aunt Georgia by all our various and sundry means, each according to personality. Lately I have been thinking about loyalty, especially the definition provided by Rudolph Steiner. "I am thinking of the other's ageless image, after all, I saw it once. No deception, no mere seeming will rob me of it." I am grateful to partake in the loyalties of family.
The indoor/outdoor Fine Arts Center exhibits were a charming surprise, fitting right in to the swirl of family routines, whirlwind tour of family haunts, recitations of familiar and revised family stories, cheerleading for the kids, and somber offerings of solace to Aunt Georgia by all our various and sundry means, each according to personality. Lately I have been thinking about loyalty, especially the definition provided by Rudolph Steiner. "I am thinking of the other's ageless image, after all, I saw it once. No deception, no mere seeming will rob me of it." I am grateful to partake in the loyalties of family.
One reason that I haven't let go of the connections with people in Beirut is because I felt fear and had to figure out how to manage it. My own little weirdnesses of coping put me on alert for observing what qualifies as normal courage, what decisions might be reckless, and which of my worries completely ridiculous? On the bus to Byblos the one Saturday we traveled for tourism, only one person responded when I mentioned having been afraid. "We all were," she said, gesturing to a couple of other conference participants.
One reason that I haven't let go of the connections with people in Beirut is because I felt fear and had to figure out how to manage it. My own little weirdnesses of coping put me on alert for observing what qualifies as normal courage, what decisions might be reckless, and which of my worries completely ridiculous? On the bus to Byblos the one Saturday we traveled for tourism, only one person responded when I mentioned having been afraid. "We all were," she said, gesturing to a couple of other conference participants.
Weird synchronies. Today was the last lecture in a course I interpreted this semester on American Romanticism. (Oh, are they talking about me?) Earlier this semester I got excited by Walt Whitman. I don't think I ever read Leaves of Grass. Now it's Moby Dick. I did try to read it, once. On my own - not for a class. I don't remember anything that I read because it was assigned. (Careful, tangent alert!)
Weird synchronies. Today was the last lecture in a course I interpreted this semester on American Romanticism. (Oh, are they talking about me?) Earlier this semester I got excited by Walt Whitman. I don't think I ever read Leaves of Grass. Now it's Moby Dick. I did try to read it, once. On my own - not for a class. I don't remember anything that I read because it was assigned. (Careful, tangent alert!)
Most of my lessons the past year have involved living with uncertainty. Against the desire for permanence Andrea Fella reminds us, "Things are ending all the time." Too often my sentiment has been one of 'always saying goodbye' - as expressed in Rilke's 8th Duino Elegy. This is, ironically, quite the opposite of the attitude I prefer: "I don't care if I am possible . . . " (Ursula LeGuin, "Newton Did Not Sleep Here").
Farewell 2011, full of unclear memories yet infinitely tender. No clinging to reflections in the mirror; all things change – are always, forever, changing. "Impermanence . . . is the one thing really worth seeing, for one who fully sees it in himself is Free" (Phra Khantipalo).
Most of my lessons the past year have involved living with uncertainty. Against the desire for permanence Andrea Fella reminds us, "Things are ending all the time." Too often my sentiment has been one of 'always saying goodbye' - as expressed in Rilke's 8th Duino Elegy. This is, ironically, quite the opposite of the attitude I prefer: "I don't care if I am possible . . . " (Ursula LeGuin, "Newton Did Not Sleep Here").
Farewell 2011, full of unclear memories yet infinitely tender. No clinging to reflections in the mirror; all things change – are always, forever, changing. "Impermanence . . . is the one thing really worth seeing, for one who fully sees it in himself is Free" (Phra Khantipalo).
