“Who does Robert Olen Butler think he is?” I was trying to explain to a young man why you always, always carry a writing notebook and a pen, so I showed him this genuine, overhead-in-the-hallways, can’t-make-this-stuff-up line I had jotted down minutes earlier, and no, I’m not telling you who said it — not here [...]
So last night I crept up into attic while Sandy was at church. (I’m on a little vacation from organized religion right now.) The crawlspace ladder creaked as I stepped northward, and I could feel the attic heat buffeting my face even before my head cleared the opening. Dave — my first attempt at Saison [...]
Once upon a time there was a church parishioner who kept complaining to his pastor that he wasn’t being “spiritually fed.” On and on he went at every church meeting. Nothing would help: not new sermon styles, not different music, not a change in the worship order. Finally another parishioner turned to the unhappy guy [...]
I have been so busy lately that I complete missed the virulently homophobic “gathering storm” video — until tonight, when I saw it parodied. This video is an uncanny improvement on the original. (My fave: the mom from Massachusetts.) Bookmark to:
Need a funny icebreaker for your next “info literacy” workshop, class, or discussion? I laughed with recognition at PIL InfoLit Monologue #2, which is about what students say about procrastination, course-related work, and conducting research in the digital age (2:10). This two-minute video comes from Project Information Literacy (PIL), a national research study led by [...]
Whew, back from an interesting week; in the first half, Kathryn Greenhill was visiting Equinox and GPLS, which was great fun; Sandy and I sped up to Atlanta late Sunday afternoon. We then zoomed back Wednesday so I could flap my wings and fly to Vancouver to present (and meet some Evergreeners) at the British [...]
As soon as I know I am all alone, I quickly creep up into the attic crawlspace and spend a few stolen minutes with David. I make sure he’s all right, check his temperature, then tell him I love him and that I’ll be back soon. Then I slip back down the ladder and push [...]
Sugar lady, be my saviour, ‘Cause I’m tired, I’ve been eight days on the road. That’s right, eight days on the road, Travelin’ through the night, There ain’t no town, ain’t no town, ain’t no rest tonight. I am zooming through this post since the work-bell clangs in 24 minutes, but here’s my latest adventures: [...]
