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From blossoms comes this brown paper bag of peaches we bought from the boy at the bend in the road where we turned toward   signs painted Peaches. From laden boughs, from hands, from sweet fellowship in the bins, comes nectar at the roadside, succulent peaches we devour, dusty skin and all, comes the familiar dust of summer, dust we eat. O, to take what we love inside, to carry within us an orchard, to eat not only the skin, but the shade, not only the sugar, but the days, to hold the fruit in our hands, adore it, then bite into   the round jubilance of peach. There are days we live as if death were nowhere in the background; from joy to joy to joy, from wing to wing, from blossom to blossom to impossible blossom, to sweet impossible blossom.

Li-Young Lee, “From Blossoms”

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lit(var) - Kensuke Ushio

Anime: Koe no Katachi

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Claire Saffitz 2020 moodboard

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MY FAAAVES DOING FAVE THINGS

I did a thing

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From: Laura Murray’s Instagram stories - 18/03

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Keanu Reeves loves Wong so much that, after she reached out to his people with a long-shot ask—would the very busy movie star appear in the aforementioned rom-com (and not, by the way, as the male lead)?—he not only agreed but requested an audience with her, in which he quoted some of her stand-up and launched into an impromptu martial-arts interpretation of her specials. Exceedingly modest, she only admits this after I press her for details of the meeting: “I watched both specials…. You took no prisoners,” Wong recalls Reeves saying. “You were like”—she gestures karate-chopping the air, then mimes biting a grenade and throwing it. (Ali Wong for Vanity Fair, 2019)

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still my fave!!!

Charmander sketches

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this demo is such a fuckin moooooood

Wow this is so different from the album version but also just as hauntingly beautiful!

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why do schools conceptualize EDI in such incredibly limiting ways? why are we still framing privilege through and individualist perspective, rather than emphasizing the role that power has in articulating how privilege manifests?

can some one pay me to do this work better than what i’ve seen so far?

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that moment when your fave prof calls you one of her fave students

/am nerd as hell

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on pursuing doctoral studies

i like to think i have a few mentors at my current institution, but there’s one professor in particular i greatly look up to and a few people here have commented that (minus her math ed focus) she would possibly be a good advisor match for me. it makes me a little disappointed since i am not content-area focused because i would totally apply just to work with her. but her alone wouldn’t be enough to challenge me as a critical scholar.

in the words of my capstone mentor, she’s pretty sure i’ve taken just about all of the critical theory-focused coursework i could and that there wouldn’t be enough critical scholars here to push and challenge me to think in the ways i would be most invested in.

all that said, it’s a little wild for me to be in this position of considering pursuing a doctorate. in 2016, i spoke with someone from UW Tacoma who told me, “why not?” and i thought he was absolutely off. now, it seems like a very real possibility and i just really appreciate my scholar mentors (all of them women, most of them women of color) here who’ve continued to encourage me and affirm my thinking.

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Keri Russell and Matthew Rhys at the For Your Consideration Red Carpet Event for the series finale of FX’s ‘The Americans’, May 30th

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In a little while I’ll be gone The moment’s already passed Yeah, it’s gone

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I put my head on my knees, close my eyes. Somewhere, Isa is fine without us; here, we are fine without Isa. And this is the truth I don’t want to know: that the ones who leave and the ones who get left keep living their lives, whatever the distance between. But not me. When I was outside in the night, I watched my family; I knew they were fine. When she thought she was alone, I watched Isa; I listened to her pray. For the rest of my life, I will be like this. It’s the difference, I think, between all of them and me; even when I was gone, I was here.

“L’amour, CA” by Lysley Tenorio

Originally published in The Atlantic: http://www.theatlantic.com/magazine/archive/2011/08/l-amour-ca/308574/

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a passing exchange via ms word comments

Maybe this is selfish, but part of me has to respond to the child who learns that first moment of shame and find ways to disrupt it.

And this, I think we argue and sometimes in ways that distance us from others, is forever the more consequential reason for me to do the work. It isn’t about gaps or debts (though the latter is real and the former is not), it is about shame and feeling, dignity and desire, pleasure and pain, and how those sensibilities are invoked, provoked, and ignored in our bids to become “educated”.

So I see you’ve hit your real groove -- wish I had had more of a chance to read this kind of writing in other analyses. But alas, I must instead relish each word and turn of phrase in this one alone.

Thank you for sharing -- for having shared and for sharing in the future -- don’t ever hesitate to keep in touch.

[to be brown and to be in education; what it means to survive; when academia meets a burst of creative flow and your professor who is lightweight mentoring you let’s you share this additional piece; we called it, ‘the promise and the threat’]

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on saturday, i woke up with a poem on my lips, except i never speak words aloud, so i committed them to paper. there are days and weeks and months where i think i have forgotten and all the words have knocked out of my skull, and then there are other days where i am thinking in apertures and closures, measured stanzas, images and figures. i wonder if i could be that person, but am so afraid i clasp my hands and i make a space. and then i hide.