I am Not Afraid of You and I Will Beat Your Ass

went to yo la tengo tonight with my colleague despina and ran into juan + mireille. and then christina and edward. i was a little tiny confused because i didn't know that juan and mireille were +, but there you go.

as ever, while at a show, i missed my girls so i sent a text to sinead and the bate. mike assures me that bunderbate doesn't straighten her hair for anyone now.

i think that i still feel the bass in my chest. or maybe it is the waxing moon?

i had to dig deep today during office hours. i did. and wendi r. kaplan came out while my student was crying about the sorry state of the world. gosh. i hate it when they cry.

i was really confused in class today while debating which is a more democratic planning formal idiom: the grid or a subdivision with curvilinear streets. what blew me away was some of the students' disinterest in the word democratic. i mean many didn't get it, couldn't imagine it, didn't see the point in it. and when i pressed them to think about "the corner." dear me. i wish that i had been recording it because i so need to go to the tape to rewind and unravel. i am not sure what was happening. there's one guy in the classroom who knew precisely what i was driving at, and others were engaged...it wasn't total awkward silence; quite the contrary, it was lively and the fourth wall was so totally broken, but i was surprised and alarmed even by their discomfort with democracy. i keep reminding myself that these are mostly students who were born during the reagan administration, but jeez.

and i fear that we are drifitng too far to the left. that is, the conversation takes on a tone about what is radical and desirable and expected with an implicit assumption that everyone in the room shares those ideas. and i know full well that is not the case.

ready for the weekend. actually ready for fall break. winter break. spring break. and summer break.