missed writing last night,
aging makes the nights hard,
working all day,
talking to the computer,

why is it our fault when the kids check out?
when they don’t particpate, get out of bed??

this morning i woke to rain,
the condition i hate running in the most,
so i did it anyway, going jocko and goggins,
no excuses, get it done

why are the things we hate so important to do?
For reslilience, to show we’re still human..

being with friends was good,
the rain warm, cleansing, a perfect start to this year
more nature than virtual
more man, less machine.

I am too tired to write
My mind is dull from staring a a computer screen all day
It’s barely 7:30 (not even) and I’m ready for bed
Teeth brushed,
Bladder drained,
Covers tucked back,
I will sleep through this night
I won’t even know I’m here
My mind will be gone
Tripping on its own endorphins
With dreams of fancy
Hopes of being digital free

Free of the logarithms
Free of the advertising
Free of the blue light
Free of that kryptonite feeling

They are spreading an ultraviolent brain busting pixie dust on my forehead. All day on a computer, talking to initials, not faces
has me losing my IQ, common sense,
my verve, the Quaker light.

I ask them to turn on their screens, to participate in discussions,
but they only take…lectures, breaks, naps. It’s dulling, mind deadening, frustrating…

The new normal…

Watching an old Sinatra movie,
Sterling Hayden, too,
I’ve seen it a bunch of times,
Psycho war vet,
Manly man cop,
Smart ass kid with a fragile mom.

It’s great, the plot involving an assassination,
Evil looking to be in control
Before good saves the day.
The vet loses his edge,
The sheriff makes a play,
The kid saves the day,
But it’s the mom he comes up large.

The acting is eh,
The timeline is off,
Things happen conveniently,
But for some reason I love this flick,
Black and white,
Overly dramatic.


Movies clips,
John Paul Jones action,
Easy conversations about nothing,
The way it should be
Working ways,
The manner of speech when friends hash things out,
Gunny knows,
Shots across the bow,
When retirement is so close it burns the whites of the eyes.
You know what I mean?

My colleague described virtual learning this way,

“It’s like someone is reaching into my head and pulling my brain out.”

This morning, I’d agree,
I think the honeymoon is over,
The kids are mopey,
My energy is sapped,
The enthusiasm is waning,

My brain is getting yanked,
Both of them.

My friend says, “rebel.”

I’m not sure if he means that I’m from the south or
That I’ve got an oppositional streak within.

Professional learning communities are not about learning.
They are about control and compliance.
They are about power and order.
The are instructions from a model airplane kit,
The rules to a board game.

Have we not learned about the next greatest programming trend,
The consequences of a single-minded, unchallenged leadership?
Do we understand that people are complex systems and
That those systems are uniquely suited to deal with
Equally complex systems?
Have we figured out how frameworks are useful insofar as
The recognition that they are not absolute in the practicality
For no situation can be completely controlled.

Come now, leaders. See your blindspots,
Open your minds to true collaboration
Where the warts of your organizations are exposed,
Where the fallacy of your thinking shown,
Where the ego in your position is recognized.

“Professional” suggests competency. Trust us.
“Learning” is messy. Rid us of cookie cutter approaches.
“Community” suggests diversity which will not exist when we are all the same.

PLCs are anything but what the monicker suggests.

They are HOAs, stepford through and through,
They are over-regulation,
Consolidation of power,
A denial of ingenuity, creativity, and true human spirit.

Call me a rebel. You got that right…