Protecting you because you have enough to feel at the moment.

Yes. I get a swelling, rising feeling in my center -- kind of pushing out from my shoulder blades. Happens most often when I'm singing "longing songs" (like Dimming of the Day). When I was a kid, I called this feeling "singing against the sky" because it felt like I was being held back from flying.

Sad and beautiful world…

It's a half anus...which considering the half-assed campaign he is likely to run, is fitting.

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Endured, withstood, tolerated…or, in the sense of waiting something out you can’t change, simply bided.

My first almost-date with John was at a Beausoleil gig!

Oh Jeff, staaaaap. That year smells like Aquanet, Giorgio, cigarettes, wet pavement, and black leather.

Did we raise the same child? I have a nearly identical piece of paper, triangle girls and all.

I realize this is a small inconvenience in the overall scheme of things but I think I have, for the third year running, scheduled my summer vacation for the month that my garden is actually going to be producing. All the tending, none of the eating.

She was not a musician. She was a buck dancer (and hot, and in the entourage of another act). My uncle Paul headed a band and MC’d and was a bluegrass dj and for complicated (marital disharmony with my dad’s little sister) reasons, my family was at most of his summer gigs for a few years.

Yeah, Keith had a thing for my mom (one of those circuit unrequited pursuit situations) and I spent a whole summer sitting on a cooler getting sunburned and listening to him muse about the trouble with getting what you thought you wanted. Ralph was a bad boss…

That year‘s band (Keith, Ricky, Curly Ray, Jack, Troy, and Ralph) was the apex of the Clinch Mountain Boys. Great tune.

Overall, I’d say it served our students very well and led to stronger collegial ties with our School of Ed, but because it was an “Ed” degree, students were never perceived as part of our department’s majors even though they took more coursework with us than most of our disciplinary majors.

As enrollment shrunk, our admin tended to ignore the shared nature of the major and when faculty cuts came, they were leveled obliviously to curricular demands of SSEd. We were able to argue for VAPs based on state certification requirements, but it didn’t protect our tenured/tenure-track faculty.

We co-planned the degrees and got them approved by State Ed so it would have been difficult for either party to grab a piece and run. However, that extra bureaucratic level also made it difficult to add anything new. And there was always a squabble over where to count the majors’ “home.”

We respected each other’s expertise. The only friction point was trying to keep credit load reasonable — no one wanted to cede credit hours, but we wound up with degrees roughly 2/5 content, 2/5 pedagogy/methods, and 1/5 gen ed by creatively double-counting some gen eds as content or p/m.

We had a steering committee with equal rep that met every semester to review the program and monitor student performance, external test results, new standards discussions etc. NY has a clear SSEd curricular framework and certification standards; we determined the content coursework from that.

My college closed (cue sad trombone) but we shared our SSEd — 36-48 credits of History and POS and other “content knowledge areas,” the pedagogy and methods in Ed. We had very strong programs and highly employable graduates.

My daughter is exactly like my husband and also, somehow, precisely like me…all the while being a better secret third way forward.

Why does J Rees-Mogg have a reality tv show?

Yeah, that sucks, but hurting people pointlessly is their MO. I’d bet that if you’re willing to move to upstate New York, Albany High would take you in a heartbeat.

We picked up Bahn mi in Camden while walking around and I thought of you. Perfect sandwich.

It looks like a Masonic cipher.

I mean, the quality of direction, imagination, or script is not Ryan Coogler grade.

For me, it wasn’t Black Panther, but it was an ok movie. The plot is light, but there are some quality performances that make it better than the script.

And then teach others.

Our dead want to be found. I’m convinced of it.

Many people are using Türkiye for medical tourism, I’ve heard.