It is unbelievable to me the rate at which I am attaining new knowledge in isolation. I am almost out of breath from all of the discoveries I am having as I sit on the sidelines while also keeping score in a very present game of how in the now can you be. I spent years deciphering and fostering my notion of the postmodern, and it felt like a hobby. All of the sudden this hobby has become a tool for the ways in which my emotions can keep track of everything. Maybe it is a crutch. Maybe it is just something that is helping me to find the light in the dark, but whatever it is, it is keeping me awake so that I can support the weight of my students as we venture into new hallways passing each other through squares in our day. I mostly wonder… can I design the set for your square of space? and if the answer is yes, what story would you like me to tell.
Things of comfort in sped up time:
david antin’s the theory and practice of postmodernism (a manifesto)
elif Batman’s the idiot
ana herruzo’s dynamic background for video conferencing (using your I-phone)
etel adman the sun on the tongue