Tag Archives: Life Lessons

Want to learn something today?

28 Sep

We are all writing something.  Especially when we’re not actually writing—

All moments are tied in some way.

What happens in a classroom is a microcosm for ‘out there’.  That’s why this matters.

You learn by teaching yourself and letting the moment education you on YOU.

Kerouac reminds us that there’s more than just ‘so much to learn out there’, as so many say.  By saying “so much”, you infer a quantity, a set amount.  Knowledge is always immune to limit, number, anything set.



27 Sep

Let’s see what I can write and post in under five minutes, before driving, or speeding, to the winery.  In love, this morning.  With the morning itself.  I find it encouraging and revealing, wildly and robustly educating.  Don’t fight or reject the morning, PLEASE.  It’s there to be used as a tone-establisher for your day.  Why be nay when you can be yay, with the morning, or anything?  More and more, I see the classroom as a stark symbol for everything in our lives.  You make the class what you do, and do can be effectuated with every day.

Enjoy your day.  Demand from it.  Or rather, don’t demand, just direct it which way you want it to go.  I’m only now, at my old age, seeing it as that simple.




11 Sep


If you’re going to be

6 Sep

a dreamer, you

may as

well have





What do you do with your days off? 

5 Sep

Some of you might be saying, “What days off?” Then you’re like me.  But, when you do have the occasional day off, I’m of the thinking that that’s when you work harder than you do for the job, and get yourself closer to wherever it is you want to be… professional photographer, writer, independent car mechanic, painter, teacher, sales expert… whatever.  On days off, when you’re not working for THEM, work like a bizarrely hungry animal for YOU.  How else will you get it, your ‘it’?  Your ‘there’?  You, we, need to be tireless, hungry, obsessed with our goals if we ever hope to touch them, live them, and more love each of our days.


25 Jan

To read slowly and intimately is sagacious.  To speed-read is foolish.  I’ve found as a teacher, reader, lifelong student that I want to take my time with the pages.  Even with pieces I don’t enjoy.  Actually, especially with those works.  I want to know exactly what it is I don’t care for and why it’s not connecting with me.  I don’t want to plainly read, I want to understand.  I excavate for relationships with texts, no rushed passage.  Any student should make a topic their own, make a habit of it.  So with reacting to literature, we need to have an elevated conception of what we just read.  That can only be acquired with tempered approach.  No haste.

One of the most rewarding reads I can remember happened as an undergrad, reading Kerouac’s On The Road for the first time.  I recognized the hurried hurl of his prose.  I had trouble keeping up.  Why?  ‘Cause I was trying to keep up.  I tried to read as fast as characters and specifics, details and scenic ingredients, were disclosed.  Didn’t work.  So, I started over.  Slowed.  Sometimes taking as long as ten minutes per page.  This revealed rewards, thought-gems that I still appreciate and actuate today.

It really is foolish to speed-read.  You deprive and starve yourself of more than you realize. Just as your mother said not to eat too quickly.  Mine would say, “Slow down, enjoy your food,” you shouldn’t dash through literary ingestion.  That deprives you of full digestion.  And, if you don’t have the time to relish your read, find time when you DO have time.  Reading is more than just some lifestyle commitment.  It’s a life.  It’s a legion of lessons.  You, stand as both matriculant and educator.  Slow down. It’s not a sprint, or marathon.  You shouldn’t want it to see a finish line.

It’s Monday. So what.

9 Jan

All days are yours.

So if you don’t like “Monday”, rename it.