where would you like to see yourself in 3-5 years? where do you actually see yourself in 3-5 years? if they aren’t the same, why not?
I would love to have written a successful book on something I am passionate about. Science education, child agency, play or any of a few other topics. This isn’t because I like writing. It is really just a model I see set by people I admire. Dive into a topic for a few years, really learn to love it and all of its nuances, and write a witty insightful account of why it is a topic worth loving. Occupation wise I’d love to be running my own adventure camp where I could mix these loves. Where kids would be given real responsibility and real opportunities for growth while learning that this world is knowable, objective, and wildly exciting.
The book is part luck so I am not worried about that. I don’t think running the camp is at all unachievable. If I am not doing it in 5 years it is because I am still building my model and making contacts. If it does not happen in 10 years it is because I have become a shell of what I once was, or I have found other passions.
so did you & caroline hook up again or are you just good friends?
Caroline Martin is one of my best friends in the whole wide world. Given the odds that we exist at all, I’d say we can all count ourselves pretty lucky to be alive at the same time she is.
how excited are you to be SO CLOSE to Chicago?
Incredibly so. No one gets to tell me I can’t do this. This will be one of my few true acts of agency. Moving to a new city/region is one of the rites of passage for most American youth. No one can stop you. Cities don’t have applications or boards to be appealed to. This is a childhood dream.
What waits are some of my best friends in the world in a city where I have never had anything less than a damn good time.
Why are you doing this?
I am curious what people are curious about. I, like most who have a blog, like to write about my interests. All the cool kids where doing it.
Everyone I know who did this has like 300 million followers. But, despite your small numbers, I like to imagine you 40 kids who think I am cool enough to read about might have some top notch questions.
‘awesome light’ the back of everyones’ lame heads looking out at ‘vast landscapes’ rainbows triangles the photographer’s hand holding something ‘interesting’ upside down crosses girl with cryptic bruises or otherwise looking ‘vulgar’ in some capacity a person with their really long straight hair in front of their face a person wearing all black doing something ‘interesting’ like standing in front of a white wall crystals white girl naked except for native american headwear and facepaint
Don’t for get to desaturate liberally.
Ideally any and all of these photos where also taken on a holga or digitally modified to look like they where taken on a holga.
I’m just another regular guy Super powers and a penchant for the Yuletime Is it a crime to give a little once in a while? I travel around the world trying to make people smile
As we look ahead to the coming months we northern northern-hemisphere-ers almost instinctively shiver. What waits for us is cold and unforgiving. It is a long pleasantry drought that was historically simply dreadful. In the past our ancestors prayed the harvest store was sufficient. They watched as the immune system of those they love struggled and foundered. They faced hardships we have thankfully long forgotten. It was a season to be endured, not enjoyed.
But, we are an obnoxiously defiant breed us humans. Faced with such natural oppression we devised a myriad of innovations and solutions. In some regions we improved heating and insulation. In others we canned food. One solution was uniquely universal. Across almost all recorded cultures in all known regions when facing the the start of the winter season we tapped into our inert sense of joy and playfulness and decided now was time for a celebration. Now was a time to appreciate those who care for us. Those who give us purpose and listen to us. Those (in times past) who might not make it through this season.
Now was a time to defy nature and create every imaginable excuse to be warm and fuzzy, physically and emotionally. As the cold comes we burn our biggest fires. As gray skies loom we light our brightest lights. As the snow coats the land we go sledding. As the lakes freeze we go skating. As coats fail we put on hugs. As the blood is stolen from our lips, we force it back with kisses. If our bones are to shake when we sit, then why not dance?
Come, rebel against oppression with me. Laugh in the face of hardship. Love with total disregard for the temperatures low enough to quite literally stop our hearts. Celebrate.
