“Often the Dying Ask for a Map“: Upon opening the new issue of Comment, that B.H. Fairchild poem stopped me in my tracks.
“Often the Dying Ask for a Map“: Upon opening the new issue of Comment, that B.H. Fairchild poem stopped me in my tracks.
Passed much of a long solo road trip this weekend listening to Middlemarch. I forgot how funny it is! So many hilarious snarky asides.
I’m glad to see this decently fair coverage of the Abigail Adams Institute, which I have found to offer high-quality free humanities education and community, for students and beyond. The Great Conversation, in its online offering, was a great salve to me in deep pandemic days.
Howard Jones sings God Only Knows in memory of Brian Wilson.
Today I talked with a priest, longtime educator, former university president, now back in the regular classroom teaching ethics. He confirmed what I have been suspecting in midlife: that the invisible thread of teaching, the I and Thou encounter, is the most likely to survive us when we’re done.
Finished reading: North Woods by Daniel Mason 📚 A book about architecture that’s not about architecture: one house and its many lives over centuries. Adventurous. Much to admire.
Thrilled to see this piece in Wallpaper, including one of my projects, about the just-opened show at the V&A on disability and design.
Glad to see this e-flux review of Looking After Each Other, now on view in Seoul.
Just talked with a friend about the Am Dash, and he speculated about whether the future of life-with-bots might have this quality of cat-mouse tactics. Introduce human-only elements; the bots lag behind, can only chase and imitate downstream; rinse and repeat?
RIP Alisdair MacIntyre.