Another day of hybrid,
What’s out there in the digital land?
Ambivalence,
Probably not defiance,
But more like, “This isn’t real school,”
The kind of resistance that comes with
A lack of accountability,
Clear expectations, or
Maybe, just the realization that some things, well,
They aren’t that important.

Things like educational minutes,
Exit tickets,
Anticipatory sets, domains,
Flex periods, and nearly every
Classroom innovation that there is.

An old professor once said to us,
“Nothing matters to me because I can accept any consequence.”
She was terminally ill, although she never told anyone,
But she had lived a life that way,
Never in fear, never wanting, never being pressured,
She had a long log of speeding tickets,
“I’ll just pay the fine…”
Her point was, that unless a person decides something is important,
It can’t be important.

Kind of Vergara, if you know what I mean.

This day of hybrid won’t be fun,
It’ll be a day of talking to screens,
A day of waiting for kids to check in,
Another day.

Have I become my professor?

Answering some clues tonight
The trivia is in my wheelhouse.
It doesn’t me,
More like trivial than anything.

What do we really need to know?
How to wear a mask…
Basic math…
When to shut up…

Not that much, really,
Which is why I’m crushing the game show,
I don’t know much of anything,
“What is black swan?”

Remember the deck,
That thing we used to sit on
Back when the days were long,
The sun was hot, and
Time wasn’t eaten up with work.
That was awhile ago,
Summer,
The best season,
Chilling time.

Flipping the script
Paid dividends for the girls.
Keeping cool, staying strong,
Getting hot at the right time
Gave them the edge to win our game.

The news mentioned impeachment,
I struggled to remember the old president,
Was he even ever there.
Fortunately, the country stayed strong, cool,
Voting to edge him out.

Our game today, was much more enjoyable.
Seeing the girls come together,
To play with trust, teamwork, and shared inspiration.
Flipping the script
Makes everything better.

Buffering issues making streaming painful.
Not as painful as a turnover under the basket,
How do these things happen,
Throwing the ball to the other team?
It just does,
We all make mistakes,
It’s what we learn from them that matters.

Maybe they will come back.
Maybe the internet will come back stronger, too.

Is it routine?
Responsibility?
Work ethic?

Or plain old crazy?

Why are we working so hard?
Why is everything so expensive?
Is there even a point to us?

Or is it plain old crazy?

These realities,
Created, manufactured, forced upon us,
What are they for?

Survival, wealth, success,
Only the first one means anything
The other two are relative.

It’s just that the toil doesn’t much matter,
Nothing is ever good enough,
Never right.

It’s crazy.

Grades, diplomas, achievement
Salaries, benefits, pensions,
Likes, followers, “fund me” accounts.

I suppose that last one is begging legitimatized…

Crazy.

We had a meeting today,
To dance around “courageous conversations.”
We need norms, rules of engagement, proper etiquette,
The kind of stuff to make sure people
Don’t treat each other poorly,
Don’t get their feelings hurt,
Because, after all, “I’m okay, you’re okay,” right?

What I’m getting at is this,
You want to address problems with equity, race, tolerance,
Whatever the current term is,
We’ve got to start solving problems
Because we, society at large,
Are very good at talking about the problems,
But we SUCK at solving the problems.

Just saying…

A person can intellectualize the way another feels,
Maybe even empathize, but that changes nothing
Beyond the way those mindful of that moment are thinking.
Some might believe this is enough,
It’s a start, but only a fragile beginning, nothing tangible.
Enough with the talk, let’s solve some problems,
Ask the necessary questions, brainstorm solutions, choose the best option, and implement the solution.

We don’t need to muddy the issues with emotional excess
We need to treat people properly,
We need to build a representative society,
We need to look at all systems, not just the systems with power,
But also the disenfranchised systems,
To understand the forces keeping both from coming together.

We need to stop categorizing people by color,
Take those boxes out of the equation,
Stop checking with an organizational method that invites racism
For we know data should never be trusted
And those pushing data to make points of a cultural nature
Often only represent their statistics as “us” versus “them.”

So what of this meeting,
What can we do?
We need to know what our problems are,
Without that basic understanding there can be no solutions.
Once the easy problems are “solved,”
Later, the issues within people can be addressed…
The time to do is now, lest this fade away like the last initiative.

“The great blessings of mankind are within us and within reach; but we shut our eyes, and like people in the dark, we fall foul upon the very thing we search for, without finding it.” Seneca

New shows,
Old shows,
All the same shows.

New story,
Same story,
Just that one story.

Formula building,
Predictable and boring,
Must they all be the same?

Journeys,
Heroes,
At least hide the formula…

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Trail running enhances the soul, No doubt about it. Switchbacks, rights, lefts, No lines to follow, Rocks, roots, mud, All excuse making temptations, Offerings from the weak coming on strong That must be dealt with, Quads burning on descents, Glutes moaning on ascents, Doubt chattering all of the time. Attention focused, No time to dream, Feet up, Mouth shut, Running, bounding, parkour in nature. The best.