Bloomsday Cat – a poem

Happy Bloomsday, Everyone. Here is one of the many unanswered questions about James Joyce’s Ulysses. (See poem.) The cat starring in the photo is named Molly, after Molly Bloom. She, along with her brother, Murphy (of Beckett’s Murphy), was born on St. Patrick’s Day. History is full of mysteries.

The ever reliable Mr. Rumpus.

I graded forty research papers over the last two days. As all teachers know, grading is what you do after work. So, it’s after work work–which doesn’t include committee work or coordinating events or attending professional development days or advising students or presenting at events. You get the point. Research papers require outlines, webs, thesis…

More praise for the productive value of inefficiency:

Recent news has drawn attention to how Silicon Valley parents raise their children. Many of these leaders in innovation place great importance on unplugging their children from the digital world and from the devices we use to access that world. These people are not uncritical luddites; rather, they have an understanding on what it takes…

Red lipstick.

I bought an Olivetti Studio 45 some months ago. The seller’s photo made it appear white. It turned out to be a dull gray, but I bought it anyway–for twenty or so dollars, if memory serves. It was my first paint job, and it turned out rather well. I went for Ferrari red. It’s Italian,…