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I've decided to stop blogging. I know, I know. A cardinal sin among the "open Web" crowd. But see, there's no such thing anymore -- not sure there ever really was, to be quite honest. And I'm really not in the mood to have my writing -- particularly the personal writing that I do on this website -- be vacuumed up to train the technofascists' AI systems. Indeed, that's one of the problems with…
Week 19 of 2025 Yesterday was Mother’s Day. Tomorrow is Death Day. I hate this time of year. I’m looking at the list I made of things I did last week, and they’re all fucking irrelevant. Everything feels irrelevant. Everything is irrelevant. I can’t believe it’s been five years. Five years! I can’t believe I have kept going. But here I am. I still manage to make plans for the future: I signed up…
Week 18 of 2025 There are a bunch of work-related updates from the week that I should note: I spoke to Equity Unbound. Vicky Davis published the interview I did with her a month or so ago. I finished the foreword to a book on AI in education. I published two Second Breakfast newsletters. A very famous YA author subscribed. (I never bother to look and see how quickly these folks unsubscribe.) But…
Week 17 of 2025 I'm really really really really tired for it being the beginning of the week. Yikes. That doesn't bode well for everything I have to accomplish in the coming days and weeks. But here we are, all of us: exhausted. I'm not surprised I'm tired. I had to rearrange my workouts last week to accommodate my volunteering at the NYRR Women's Half Marathon yesterday. That meant getting up at…
Week 16 of 2025 Instead of a weekly blog post detailing everything he's been up to, Kin sends out a weekly newsletter. It's a good idea (and a good read), and every Monday I think "oh I should do that too." Of course, Kin uses it to link to all the stories he's written throughout the week, whereas I only update this site on Mondays. Plus I already send out two other emails for Second Breakfast…
Week 15 of 2025 It's a Monday, for sure. Even though, temperature-wise at least, it feels a bit more like spring today -- the last few days have felt like “third winter” -- the sky is still partly overcast. And the gloom persists regardless of any blue peeking thru, especially when the news informs you of things like, "El Salvador's President refuses to return wrongly deported man." Or "Trump…
Week 14 of 2025 On Monday night, Kin and I walked over to the Rose Theater to see Herb Alpert and the Tijuana Brass. In hindsight, I wish I'd invited my mother, as when we talked later in the week about the concert, her eyes lit up. The records of his that we had in my childhood home, I'd assumed were my dad's -- but they were hers, she insisted. She loved him. Indeed, the theater Monday night --…
The newsletter I sent out this morning felt incredibly disjointed. I wrote a lot of it on Friday, then deleted much of that on Saturday, and then continued to make minor edits through Sunday evening. All these periods of writing and editing felt disjointed too, as my typical weekend schedule was upended a little. As one is wont to do, I'd over-scheduled myself: I had a 90-minute ballet class on…
Week 12 of 2025 I gave myself a couple of days to be super sad about my terrible half marathon, and then I got back at it: I did deadlifts on Tuesdays (usually that happens on Monday; it happened this morning) and I ran as well. I'm adding a sixth day of running -- tentatively. We'll see how my body recovers. I'm really committing to keeping my heart rate very low during most of my runs, for once…
Week 11 of 2025 I just hit “send” on today’s Second Breakfast newsletter . I hadn’t intended on doing so. I’d announced in Friday’s newsletter that I was going to take the day off to recover from yesterday’s half marathon. But yesterday’s half marathon was so shitty, I guess I had to write it all out of my system. You can read all the details of the half over there. Oh, does that mean you need to…