(This is what happens when art museum educators have an office gift exchange)
(This is what happens when art museum educators have an office gift exchange)
This fox hat was far too cute to leave at the store. My seven-year-old seems to think the baby looks like a Pokemon character. My three-year-old wishes this hat were his. My husband and I keep thinking this time with the baby is going by much too fast.
With warm 65 degree days I might have mistaken autumn for spring, as I encountered blooming bushes and high noon sun; but the auburn full in the trees reminds me winter, even in the south, is on its way. For now, I’ll settle in writing near the window, looking to my family’s backyard for some much needed colorful bloom and distraction.
Pardon me while I nerd out for a moment. A few weeks ago I caught an interview with neuroscientist David Eagleman. I had no idea who he was and as I listened to the radio interview on NPR, was pleasantly surprised that some of his thoughts on creativity as a scientist and my thinking on creativity as an arts educator, aligned quite a bit. Not only is he a brilliant scientific mind, he is also a creative writer of nonfiction and fiction. Some of his works include: Wednesday is Indigo Blue: Discovering the Brain of Synesthesia, Sum: Forty Takes from the Afterlives, and Incognito: The Secret Lives of the Brain.
Image credit: getyourbreakthrough.com
Aside from the interesting titles of his written works, it was actually the NPR Fresh Air interview that got me interested in Eagleman’s ideas. As an arts educator and writer, I am inspired by Eagleman’s flexible scientific sensibilities. I appreciate the creative space he engages in scientific research and writing. Those who like to think of science as void of creativity should hear Eagleman speak. He researches, writes, and plays in the murky, messy space between science and art. And after listening to bits of his interview with Terry Gross, I wanted to hear more from him, read more of his work.
In the interview, Eagleman talked about “the possibility space”, a flexible, creative space seeking potential narratives through inquiry and exploration. Paraphrasing, Eagleman talked about science “as having a tolerance for multiple hypotheses”, and science as exploring those hypotheses to uncover a narrative or many narratives. For Eagleman, science is flexible and capable of rendering myriad ideas worth exploring.
That is creative thinking. Not just in the creative arts fields where we would expect; but in academia in the science laboratories of the Baylor College of Medicine, where David Eagleman directs the Laboratory for Perception and Action.
Curious about his work? Follow David Eagleman on Twitter @davideagleman
I first met Junot Díaz in paperback (Drown, 1996); lying crooked and out-of-place on a half empty shelf, between dust and sneeze, dark and light, below the crackling speaker in the corner of The Book Loft.
I revisited the thought of him, his work, maybe what he’s been reading recently in a NYTimes.com author feature, where Díaz understates bed rest post-surgery and instead entertains a host of literary pages both wrinkled and unturned.
To all you lovers of cake, have you tried one? I have a sweet tooth so I tried two—Birthday Cake and Rocky Road (but they also have Tiramisu). Yum. It’s really just a ball of sugar on a stick. You can eat it in a few bright beautiful bites. Its thick rich sugary goodness temporarily feels guilt free but it isn’t. Inspired by my friend Zulal, (who I might add also has a sweet tooth), I’ve learned to ask myself (before eating anything sweet) if it’s worth the calories.
A resounding yes for cake pops—definitely worth the 200 calories and the guilt.
I ignored all the 20 and 30 percent off sales cluttering up my email inbox claiming, “Hurry, buy it now, sale ends today!” I didn’t fall for any of those ridiculous attempts to get me to buy stuff. Instead I fell for the quiet unsuspecting call of a bright shiny 13 inch screen. The price was dramatic but I just had to have it…
I (or I should say we) broke down and bought a Macbook Pro in an instant, without regard, because it was time to be more mobile, quick witted, and of course stylish in our tech. The lure was the subtle savings (very subtle) but coming over from the dark side (Windows and all it’s permissions and self-correcting) was just too tempting. And aside from the bright beautiful graphics and sleek slender design, Mac is just much more user friendly (even for a non-tech like myself). This is just what a girl needs to finish grad school and really pursue some kind of pseudo writer’s life—that’s what I’ve been telling myself anyway.
Let’s face it, nothing is free, especially taxes, and this new Mac wasn’t either but I’m convinced already it was worth it—a girl has to write on something, and that archaic HP has seen better days (remember Rafael broke it last spring on the day my final paper was due for class, see post archives, August 18, 2010).
I have no regrets, this computer is brilliant, and while it doesn’t need me to look and be cool, I’m happy to scribble poetic prose all over it.
To jumpstart this year’s National Poetry Month, I offer “Invictus”. First introduced to me by poet Terrell Dunbar, a dear friend, and mentor.
We used to perform this poem as a duet. He had an amazing command of his voice, his words, a deep wide river, thundering with currents. We would trade the lines of this poem, back and forth, pushing and pulling at the rhyme. We could always fall into this little known poem, weave our voices together, rise and fall in its cadence. Thank you Terrell for hearing my voice alongside yours in this poem. Now that you’re gone, I read it in my one lone voice and still hear you speaking beside me. Rest in peace…
Invictus by William Ernest Henley
Out of the night that covers me,
Black as the Pit from pole to pole,
I thank whatever gods may be
For my unconquerable soul.
In the fell clutch of circumstance
I have not winced nor cried aloud…
Read more at Poetry Foundation
Black tea, chunks of fresh fruit, goodness…
As I try to dig my heels into some semblance of spring, of course it decides to snow today (with accumulation). So if we must have more winter in spring, I’ll just have a little summer in my tea. Yum.
Zen Cha Tea Salon (by the way, they have great brunch until 2pm on the weekends)
It’s no secret I’m a fan of the even-handed, savvy politics of Newark, New Jersey Mayor Corey Booker. He and Newark are the center of the fast-paced hypnotic docu-drama Brick City, and now both will be at the center of another fast-paced reality drama: March Madness. This year Newark will host the Elite Eight at the Prudential Center arena. More reasons to watch and root for this burgeoning city.
Listen as Mayor Booker talks politics, brackets, and the spirit of Newark
March Madness in Newark
This spicy sweet won’t pay your bills, or help you look younger. But just a cupful might settle your anxious belly and soothe the woes away.
I’ve been receiving quarterly handwritten notes from the store manager at DSW for the past year now and I’ve been thinking what a nice touch, I’m so impressed by their level of customer service. Here I am so busy wondering how this store manager finds the time to invite random customers in to shop that I didn’t realize I wasn’t a random customer. In her last note (about a month ago), she proclaimed I was one of her top 25 customers (I hope my husband isn’t reading this).
I don’t know whether to be embarrassed or relieved that someone else knows about my shoe addiction. Well, maybe it’s not quite an addiction–we’ll just call it an appreciation for the finer things on my feet. But there is no way I could be one of their top 25 customers. That just sounds crazy. I love shoes but…that just sounds crazy. Business must be slow.