Tag Archives: work


14 Dec

This is where your head should be.

Revision IS writing.

Look through your work with the harshest and most honest, candid of lenses.



12 Dec

Rough start to morning, with kids, neither wanting to leave hotel, go to school, only wanting to lay in bed and watch cartoons with me, go downstairs and have breakfast and who knows what else after that.  But it couldn’t be.  We had to move, and they weren’t moving at the pace I needed them to.  Especially little Kerouac. But what could I do but just go with the moment.  Not surrender, necessarily.  But just go with it.  Promising self three solid hours of work— from grading to creative, to brainstorming, to anything I need.  What I need, nothing.  I have everything I need.  But the battle is singularity, centricity.

In my shared adjunct office at the moment, other teacher meets with a student, coughing and offering counsel in a strained tone.  I think about today, this week, the week before finals.  So many call it “dead week”.  Or that’s what I remember it being called when I was in school, from high school all the way to grad.  There should be nothing “dead” about this week. This should be the week of unusual liveliness, and crazed fervor and creativity— creative fervor.  On the yay, no nay.  The mornings may be rough, as will the days, week, but creativity will solve everything, from time governance to just getting everything done, projects minor and massive.

I’m still learning.  I’m still studying, finding where I truly need devote the majority of my Personhood.  Thought this morning, pulling into the all-too-distant C Lot by the soccer field or whatever that is, “Maybe singularity isn’t the answer, or the ONLY answer.” Sometimes we need be scattered and try everything, have several projects, then others force ourselves in the capsule.  There is no ONE answer.  There can’t be.  This, Life, doesn’t function that way and it doesn’t want us to function that way.  Yes I had a rough morning, but the work, this sitting in this shared adjunct cell, is the panacea, the ship to rescue me from monotony’s polluted shores.  What if I didn’t see them as polluted?  What if I turned the ship around and cleaned the shores, decorated and adorned them how I see ought?  I’m always talking about onus… this week, this week where we’re all supposed to be dead, we throw ourselves blindly to our stories, the onus itself.  This week, we make everything how we want it.  There will be no negotiating.  Of course, you have to bring yourself to this state, I’m only sharing that I’m here, and hope you all join me.

Everyone cites “life lessons”…. ‘This is a life lesson… that’s a life lesson’.  Maybe.  As I see it, life is the lesson.  Life is the college of colleges, the major of majors.  Each day you’re awarded a new degree.  Life…. once.  Don’t dwell on the after if you haven’t decided your story’s direction in this life.  One.  Singular onus.  Try everything.  Creativity, this week and all after.  The morning, the week, NOTHING, has to be rough.  Seeing it as rough is a decision, I again learned.


8 Dec

Someone coming into room and distracting me, throwing out off and off rhythm.  But I let them know I’m working.  He seemed not so much put off as he did surprised.  I need my time… I need to collect at day’s inception.  We need to find time for ourselves, and we can we just need be committed, a bit rigid, and at times curt with others.  Even those we like, or even love.  The guy who just came into the office, disrupting my typing, is a great, very kind and convivial guy.  I need this time, though.  I need be educated by my morning.  And this morning, as I early wrote, teaches me again the importance of inventorying, simplicity and singularity.  Found myself getting stressed, then looked at all I had open on laptop, all the clutter and cords and books and receipts I had bunched and punched into backpack.  “You can’t keep blaming the hotel.” I self-instructed.

Today, Friday… Don’t just surrender to the proximity of the weekend.  Be more than merely motivated.  Be ablaze in your life, with your story and what you want.  Forget brainstorming, planning, measuring some trajectory, if not just for today.  Act.  Actuate.  Run… faster.  If you’re out of breath, run faster till you adjust to your new, exhilarating pace.  Creating entails trial, stress, self-test.  As I said in class yesterday, don’t resist what stresses or perplexes you.  Rather, love it.  Let yourself be doused in its element and eclectic synaptic net…

Letting my mind wander, thinking about what I want—  What do you want?  What do you see yourself doing for the rest of your life?  What does it feel like?  What do. You hear?  See?  Smell?  What hits your tongue, what flavors speak?  Don’t get distracted.  Hold to your envisage.  Remain en pensant.

Tell your goals

1 Dec

that they work for YOU.

Week ‘Whatever’

21 Nov

If we roar and charge through these final weeks, we will be successful in ending it harmoniously.  We have to keep writing, take inventory of what we have to do versus what we’ve done.  Constantly count and collect data on yourself in this regard, as to where you are, and be HONEST in your self-assessments.  These are ideas that extend much, much beyond a classroom.

Be mindful of time, and always act as though you have none but know you have more than enough to bring projects to fruition.  And, I have to tell myself this often, don’t fall to distraction.  Distraction is goal-death.  So, be animal-like in these final weeks.

SO…. now what?


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

You’re allowed pause, collection.  Remind yourself that there is allowance for detachment.