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Aaron Nathans' Long-Awaited Solo Album! I'm recording an album unlike anything I've made in 21 years. Produced by Joe Jencks!

My @kickstarter.com campaign ends at 11:50 a.m. Eastern today. Help me over the finish line by backing my solo album project!

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Gonna drop the gimmick for a second and explain, as a therapist. What you're describing is a phenomenon called Revenge Bedtime Procrastination. It's a subconscious habit that develops in which a person seeks dopamine-releasing behavior at night to exact "revenge" on the day which deprived them

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photograph or a poster on cream colored paper. "Dear President Ambar,
we are writing to you on a typewriter that is over 70 years old. This is a
machine that we all know well. With it, we misspell words without the crutch of spell check or generative AI and we think intently about every phrase we pound out. As we force ourselves, for once, to slow down, we engage in a cognitive dialogue with ourselves. We do not seek perfection because we know that education is about the growing and challenging of our young minds' potential, not the chasing of institutional 'gold-star' approval. We do not believe that your so-called 'Year of AI Exploration; providing enterprise ChatGPT and Google Gemini subscriptions to every Oberlin student aligns with our college's founding principles. You claim that this year will be one of experimentation, not adoption. But even just one semester of accepted (encouraged even) chat bot use will jettison our student body down a lazy and irredeemable tunnel of intellectual destruction. We are a college grounded in learning and labor, which now risks straying from these rooted ideals. With ChatGPT at the helm, our emails, essays,and discussion posts will be generated for us, not by us. And let's not fool ourselves. This is precisely what these platforms will be used for by our busy, anxious student body. We see your vision for this year as.advancing the college's 'businessification'--an alarming trend also seen in the takeover of our beloved library cafe by a 'bookstore' with no books in stock and an app replacing customer service. In one instance, the college assumes we want efficiency at all costs through automated rather than hand pulled coffee. In the other lies the false belief that we simply desire to turn in an essay, regardless of how little we've written of it." there's more that doesn't fit in the 2000 character limit :(

photograph or a poster on cream colored paper. "Dear President Ambar, we are writing to you on a typewriter that is over 70 years old. This is a machine that we all know well. With it, we misspell words without the crutch of spell check or generative AI and we think intently about every phrase we pound out. As we force ourselves, for once, to slow down, we engage in a cognitive dialogue with ourselves. We do not seek perfection because we know that education is about the growing and challenging of our young minds' potential, not the chasing of institutional 'gold-star' approval. We do not believe that your so-called 'Year of AI Exploration; providing enterprise ChatGPT and Google Gemini subscriptions to every Oberlin student aligns with our college's founding principles. You claim that this year will be one of experimentation, not adoption. But even just one semester of accepted (encouraged even) chat bot use will jettison our student body down a lazy and irredeemable tunnel of intellectual destruction. We are a college grounded in learning and labor, which now risks straying from these rooted ideals. With ChatGPT at the helm, our emails, essays,and discussion posts will be generated for us, not by us. And let's not fool ourselves. This is precisely what these platforms will be used for by our busy, anxious student body. We see your vision for this year as.advancing the college's 'businessification'--an alarming trend also seen in the takeover of our beloved library cafe by a 'bookstore' with no books in stock and an app replacing customer service. In one instance, the college assumes we want efficiency at all costs through automated rather than hand pulled coffee. In the other lies the false belief that we simply desire to turn in an essay, regardless of how little we've written of it." there's more that doesn't fit in the 2000 character limit :(

OH MY HEART...the Oberlin Luddites Reject "The Year of AI Exploration"! 💚

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Keeping Parents in the Loop With Student-Written Emails A strategy for guiding high school students to send home regular updates about their assignments and progress in school.

I wrote a piece for @edutopia.org on the way I keep home adults informed. It’s frustrating that they used the word “parents” in the title when “home adults” is an active language decision, but the article’s informative! Check it out! www.edutopia.org/article/comm...

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Thinking too about this point from John Warner: "If writing is thinking (as I believe it to be) the last thing you want to outsource to AI is the first draft because that's where the initial gathering of thoughts happens. It's why first drafts are hard. That difficulty signals their importance."

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Poem: "The day a poet is murdered by ICE" by hannah eve levy

Poem: "The day a poet is murdered by ICE" by hannah eve levy

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FYI for Baltimore musicians!

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A thoughtful and grounding interview with Ed Yong. He talks about hope, hummingbirds, masking, moral injury, journalism, burnout, birding, empathy, escapism, being present, and points in between.

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A thread on queer history focusing on the Renaissance. I didn't know about a lot of these!

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NOAA Employees Told to Pause Work With ‘Foreign Nationals’ An internal email obtained by WIRED shows that NOAA workers received orders to pause “ALL INTERNATIONAL ENGAGEMENTS.”

By definition, numerical weather models require international data. The atmosphere knows no geopolitical boundaries: any model that begins and ends at its country’s border is unable to generate reliable predictions until after a weather system crosses its boundaries. Which defeats the purpose!

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Our library recently reduced the number of Hoopla checkouts per person per month to 5. They explained that Hoopla charges the library for each checkout; a single audiobook can be $3.99. This model became prohibitively expensive as more people used the services.

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One of the best things you can do right now is read books. Buy them. Borrow them from the library. Gift them.

Read history. Read fiction. Read science writing. Read anything that shows you the world is bigger than what fascists say it is.

Read to remember why your resistance matters. 📚💙

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Thinking about the science fiction novel We Are Satellites by Sarah Pinsker (which features brain implants that increase focus and a family in which two get it and two don't). Spoiler alert: not everything goes smoothly.

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"Rain, New Year's Eve" by Maggie Smith     

The rain is a broken piano,
playing the same note over and over.

My five-year-old said that.
Already she knows loving the world

means loving the wobbles
you can't shim, the creaks you can't

oil silent—the jerry-rigged parts,
MacGyvered with twine and chewing gum.

Let me love the cold rain's plinking.
Let me love the world the way I love

my young son, not only when
he cups my face in his sticky hands,

but when, roughhousing,
he accidentally splits my lip.

Let me love the world like a mother.
Let me be tender when it lets me down.

Let me listen to the rain's one note
and hear a beginner's song.

"Rain, New Year's Eve" by Maggie Smith The rain is a broken piano, playing the same note over and over. My five-year-old said that. Already she knows loving the world means loving the wobbles you can't shim, the creaks you can't oil silent—the jerry-rigged parts, MacGyvered with twine and chewing gum. Let me love the cold rain's plinking. Let me love the world the way I love my young son, not only when he cups my face in his sticky hands, but when, roughhousing, he accidentally splits my lip. Let me love the world like a mother. Let me be tender when it lets me down. Let me listen to the rain's one note and hear a beginner's song.

And here's "Rain, New Year's Eve" by Maggie Smith, another New Year's poem that's been on my mind:

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"Counting, This New Year’s Morning, What Powers Yet Remain To Me" by Jane Hirshfield

The world asks, as it asks daily: 
And what can you make, can you do, to change my deep-broken, fractured?

I count, this first day of another year, what remains. 
I have a mountain, a kitchen, two hands. 

Can admire with two eyes the mountain, 
actual, recalcitrant, shuffling its pebbles, sheltering foxes and beetles.

Can make black-eyed peas and collards.
Can make, from last year’s late-ripening persimmons, a pudding.

Can climb a stepladder, change the bulb in a track light.

For four years, I woke each day first to the mountain, 
then to the question.

The feet of the new sufferings followed the feet of the old, 
and still they surprised.

I brought salt, brought oil, to the question. Brought sweet tea, 
brought postcards and stamps. For four years, each day, something.

Stone did not become apple. War did not become peace. 
Yet joy still stays joy. Sequins stay sequins. Words still bespangle, bewilder. 

Today, I woke without answer. 

The day answers, unpockets a thought from a friend

don’t despair of this falling world, not yet

didn’t it give you the asking

"Counting, This New Year’s Morning, What Powers Yet Remain To Me" by Jane Hirshfield The world asks, as it asks daily: And what can you make, can you do, to change my deep-broken, fractured? I count, this first day of another year, what remains. I have a mountain, a kitchen, two hands. Can admire with two eyes the mountain, actual, recalcitrant, shuffling its pebbles, sheltering foxes and beetles. Can make black-eyed peas and collards. Can make, from last year’s late-ripening persimmons, a pudding. Can climb a stepladder, change the bulb in a track light. For four years, I woke each day first to the mountain, then to the question. The feet of the new sufferings followed the feet of the old, and still they surprised. I brought salt, brought oil, to the question. Brought sweet tea, brought postcards and stamps. For four years, each day, something. Stone did not become apple. War did not become peace. Yet joy still stays joy. Sequins stay sequins. Words still bespangle, bewilder. Today, I woke without answer. The day answers, unpockets a thought from a friend don’t despair of this falling world, not yet didn’t it give you the asking

Here's all of "Counting, This New Year’s Morning, What Powers Yet Remain To Me," the Jane Hirshfield poem that I excerpted:

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"Stone did not become apple. War did not become peace. / Yet joy still stays joy. Sequins stay sequins. Words still bespangle, bewilder. / Today, I woke without answer." -Jane Hirshfield, from "Counting, This New Year’s Morning, What Powers Yet Remain To Me." poets.org/poem/countin...

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I found this to be a thought-provoking article about the impacts of AI readers (both positive and negative!) on education.

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This, exactly. Writing is not the only way to think with and through ideas, but it is a visible and important one (and one that is important to me, of course).

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If you think about it, the very best books are really just extremely long spells that turn you into a different person for the rest of your life

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once a snowflake fell
on my brow and i loved
it so much and i kissed
it and it was happy and called its cousins
and brothers and a web
of snow engulfed me then
i reached to love them all
and i squeezed them and they became
a spring rain and i stood perfectly
still and was a flower

once a snowflake fell on my brow and i loved it so much and i kissed it and it was happy and called its cousins and brothers and a web of snow engulfed me then i reached to love them all and i squeezed them and they became a spring rain and i stood perfectly still and was a flower

"Winter Poem" by Nikki Giovanni:

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7/8 4) Go see live music, especially independent musicians! (That could be a whole other post.)

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6/8 3) Support musicians' Patreons, paying a small amount each month so they have a guaranteed cash flow.

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5/8 2) Crowdfund albums. This involves paying musicians before the album is released; different levels have different perks (early digital release, physical merch, special items, etc.). Music is a low-risk crowdfunding endeavor; unlike other genres, I've never had an album not come to fruition.

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4/8 1) Buy the music you like on Bandcamp. Pay $15 for that album. Then, keep on listening to it on a streaming service guilt-free if that's what works for you.

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3/8 If you also believe that musicians deserve to be paid, here are some ways to financially support artists more directly:

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2/8 Musicians get paid as little as $0.003 per stream and get nothing if a song is streamed fewer than 1000 times in a year. This means that 5000 streams could be $15 (the equivalent of selling one CD).

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1/8 It's Spotify Unwrapped season, which means that it's time for a reminder that streaming is an absolutely trash business model, Spotify is particularly bad, and you can support independent music by finding other ways to pay for the music that you love.

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Rereading this article about the philosophical & practical differences between Bandcamp and Spotify: "Spotify is not a 'music company first,' as Diamond describes Bandcamp, because music plays a role only insofar as people spend some of their time listening to it, and Spotify wants all their time."

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A photo of the Enoch Pratt Free Library in Baltimore. Two long bookshelves stretch away from the camera on a tiled floor.

A photo of the Enoch Pratt Free Library in Baltimore. Two long bookshelves stretch away from the camera on a tiled floor.

A photo of the Enoch Pratt Free Library in Baltimore showing an ornate/silver accented ceiling.

A photo of the Enoch Pratt Free Library in Baltimore showing an ornate/silver accented ceiling.

A photo of the Enoch Pratt Free Library in Baltimore showing the stone facade

A photo of the Enoch Pratt Free Library in Baltimore showing the stone facade

A photo of the Enoch Pratt Free Library in Baltimore showing a half-moon window with an ornate metal lattice covering

A photo of the Enoch Pratt Free Library in Baltimore showing a half-moon window with an ornate metal lattice covering

A moment to appreciate Baltimore’s Pratt Library 📚

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I'm not on twitter anymore, but this tweet from 2 years ago is sadly more accurate than ever

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