Natural History Museum with Crystal and kidlets.

My new role

Helping to set up Grimms Dark Realm with HCD students at Lincoln High School.

Morning hike.

Designing prototypes is fun.

Lincoln High School. One of the most remarkable high schools in our state. I get to work with them in the Fall.

Three connected places Vancouver, Walla Walla, Seoul. From daughter number 2.

Whitman's first Human Centered Design graduating class, along with the 3 co-teachers of the senior seminar.

And this week -- eccentricity!! Luckily, I come from a long line of eccentrics.

What I have been reading all week. James Hogg's handwriting.

Happy Canada Day.

Need to learn a new Scottish word? This one means: "A noisy dispute, an uproar, row, disturbance."

Back in my happy little office.

Some places are magical: especially when they are unexpectedly discovered. This reminds me of a British dell.

Having been displaced from Olin Hall temporarily because of construction, i have been given a very pretty office in the library that, when I look out the windows, makes me feel like I am in a tree house.

I have a new fancy schmancy mobile craft cart to wheel my human centered design materials to classrooms throughout Olin Hall.

I found a new song to relax post grading: it's David O'Dowda's "The Fault Lines." www.youtube.com/watch?v=y_a2...

A joyful day!

On the road with some beautiful people.

One of the best things about teaching in our theatre is passing by fabulous student made historical or fantastical costumes.

There are no sayings quite like British sayings.

Lately, I have been trying to take pictures of sleeping ducks on campus without waking them up. But I keep accidentally waking them. I think I need to learn to let sleeping ducks lie.

Heartbreaking for our new program, our students, and our community.

Charbonneau Park

According to the Atlantic's tool, 7 of my works, including my co-written book, was on LibGen, and was pirated by Meta.

If empathy is a sin, sin boldly!

Things you have to put on your ordinary looking car so you can find it in a parking lot.

I rarely dream, but last night, after reading many stories of federal workers being let go, i dreamed I was fired via a short note handed to me at a conference.

I had a student cry in class last week when we were reading "The Love Song of J Alfred Prufock." It was one of the most profoundly potent moments I have ever experienced in a poetry class. That poem is indeed tragic, is powerful in its representation of the pain of the trivial.

Amethyst has been sorting through old photos and she just sent me a bunch.

Now that I have a few friends on Bluesky, it is time to think about what I want this site to be. Facebook is a huge network of friends, colleagues, acquaintances, and other sorts of contacts. I am not sure I want this to be the same. It seems like a chance to do social media anew.