I have spent most of my adult life as an "educational guerrilla" - fighting the foundational concepts of pedagogy (schools). Early on I discovered John Holt through my children's schools, Hale Mohala & The Early School in Hawaii. That started me on a life of resistance to training (what schools practice) and devotion to self-directed learning. Both ( Read more... )

Interstitial is my new favorite word. Thank you, William Gibson. Actually, it always was my favorite place; I just didn't have a word for it. That deserves a whole book. Laters.

Meanwhile, thank you, Stewart Brand, for liking my tweet (I lurked on The WELL in the 90's - I was in awe of all of them then, too). And thank you, Gavin Crawford for ( Read more... )

(a crescent moon dream)
One guy was depressed, the other seemed to be avoiding getting caught for something. I watched the depressed guy; figured he was a writer - he had an intriguing look in his eyes. I was attracted to him. The other guy was a bit antsy. I was talking with a woman about the display she was setting up. I asked if she was teaching ( Read more... )

1) There were waves far out. The water was very clear, and pale green-blue ... shallow. I was frolicking, living the pull of the water in my hair as I emerged each dive. I think I had a bodyboard. There were others, but I had as many waves as I wanted. Sometimes the top of my suit would go down. On shore Ami or someone I knew was having a party. ( Read more... )

Part One ( Read more... )

I wrote this on my previous web site and have returned to it today. At that time I was surfing and teaching college in Hawai'i. I watched my students react to the changing world.

This is my 9/11 remembrance:

Sep. 11, 2001"... today's events will, very likely, be exploited to increase the pressure to develop these systems (weapons of mass ( Read more... )

I so appreciate my community of writers - they are far flung and brilliant. Few that I know are in touch with the others. We are islands. Sometimes we muse ( Read more... )

So, I've been here a month and hardly written a thing. I've been wandering, and wondering. Seattle is both familiar and strange. I've been here before many times -- even lived here from '88 to '94. I know the city. But, I never feel quite at home here ( Read more... )

How do I make this decision? The date for my departure ticket is looming - March 29 ( Read more... )

Such a backlog of writing! Yes, I have been writing - just not on my blog. I keep the small blue journal in my purse and write at every chance ... usually while sitting with çay at a cafe. Sometimes I just 'riff' ...

Jan 29 = Saturday ... Fethiye 'Address Cafe'Ah, my environment has consumed me. I am not me anymore. After a week of TV glut (oh, ( Read more... )