Sunday, March 17, 2013


Not to beat the dead, depressed horse, but I find myself rapt with embarassment in addition to the overall theme of disappointment apparent in the past several months (@least).

However, reading "The Negro" by W.E.B. DuBois on an E-Ink device has managed to divert my attention from general malaise in the immediate moment.

I may slowly be coming to the resolution that I am supposed to be teaching something somewhere.

This would be a realization had it not already been that more than a decade ago.

Perhaps this will be the solar cycle that I get over the common feeling that teaching is the result of failure.

Thinking about it now, there was a time when I would have been adamant to vehement against such a suggestion.

Oh, to be so prodigal...

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