close as two pages…
Because I do like me some book-ish poetry… Untitled by Elizabeth Bishop Close close all night the lovers keep. They turn together in their sleep, close as two pages in a book that read each other in...
View ArticleI, maverick
This is another post in the series about MyYearinIT. Because of my IT management role, I recently had the opportunity to complete a leadership profile, and this was my result: This “Maverick Leader”...
View Articlecommitted
This is another post in the series about MyYearinIT. Not too long ago I found myself in a “Strategic IT” meeting we were discussing where we each sit on the curve of change. The discussion leader drew...
View Articleas powerful and as strong…
Last week we did a fairly strenuous canoe paddle, more than 60km, in a remote northern area of British Columbia. The paddling wasn’t so daunting (3-4 hours per day of solid work), but it was the...
View Articlethe first day
Back when I was a student, I hated the first day of classes (aka Read the Syllabus Day). One semester I rather snarkily informed each of my professors how much I’d paid for their class that day, and...
View ArticleCreating an activist Twitter bot
In my workshop at Digital Pedagogy today, we discussed how and why someone might want to create a twitter bot. The uses of such bots can vary widely–they can be playful (such as the Billy Joel bot,...
View ArticleI am a teacher
Image is from Martha Burtis’ keynote talk at the Digital Pedagogy Institute that I attended earlier this summer. Her full talk is available here. I am a teacher, and am happiest when I am grappling...
View ArticleTeacher | Technologist | Traveler
This morning I did my regular WordPress maintenance tasks: upgrading to the latest stable release, updating plugins, clearing out spam comments, etc. And as I did so I looked at the tagline on my...
View ArticleLinks to my recent writing, from my Chapman blog
Lately I’ve been writing a bit more on my Chapman blog than here. Here are a few recent posts: The First Day On Wheels… Using WordPress at Chapman The post Links to my recent writing, from my...
View Articlemorning thoughts
our daily bread #chefstijn #tastevenbetterthanitlooks #sourdoughshmourdough #theresnoplacelikehome A photo posted by @janaremy on Oct 1, 2016 at 4:42pm PDT Last night I dreamed about my cat who was...
View ArticleSunday evening
Yesterday I went to the farmer’s market, my mouth watering for the heirloom tomatoes sold by my favorite vendor. I bought two last week and they are the tastiest tomatoes that I’ve had that I haven’t...
View ArticleSunday thoughts
in the courtyard of the Mutter Museum It’s the quiet before the storm here, a few days alone before the family arrive for the holidays. I am still not used to the rhythm of the holidays sans children....
View Articlelegacy bio, or what happens when you log in to blogger.com after more than 10...
Recently I logged into blogger.com while I was teaching a workshop, and when I did so my legacy bio from 2005 popped up onto the screen in front of the audience. It was a bit embarrassing to see my...
View ArticleReader, I married him
Just as I was beginning to plan our wedding a few weeks ago, this post came out from Clothilde about her simple Paris wedding. What she said about planning her event in two months was similar to the...
View ArticleGetting healthy, one day at a time
A few years ago I realized that being healthy and strong was critical to my overall well-being. In fact I began to see that when I was healthy, everything else in my life flowed better. As a result,...
View Articleanniversary #33
Today, May 21st, is a day that is generally difficult for me because it’s the anniversary of the day that I was diagnosed with bone cancer. And that diagnosis forever changed many aspects of my life....
View ArticleVoices from the Archive
I started the Making History Podcast ten years ago when I realized that I wanted to talk to historians about the craft of history-making, and especially to hear about how they organized their research...
View ArticleA quarter of a century ago
Twenty-five years is a such long time, over half of my lifetime. On September 2, 1992 the temperature was somewhere in the 80s, a nice sunny California fall day. It was warm enough that I was glad that...
View Articlesweat
While boarding a plane in Dallas last week a man stopped me and asked if I was an amputee. This question, asked by a stranger, often makes me wary. My reflex is to cut off contact with the stranger as...
View Articlewhat I really want…
From my handwritten journal (written in green ink, no less) on July 17, 2000 *** I’ve been thinking about what I really want (Though, as I’ve said to John, I am destined to follow on his coattails...
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