Golden Gate Turns 75
The Golden Gate Bridge opened 75 years ago today on May 27th, 1937. On the first day, only pedestrians were allowed to cross. Drivers had to wait one more day.
I wish we were still a country a dreamers who actually built big things not just war machines.
An Army of One (Video)
I’ve been thinking a bit about this topic and decided to make it the maiden voyage of the videoblogging edition of my blog. There are tons of good ideas out there, lots of brilliance happening in the higher ed space. But how much of that thought is geared towards one person or small organizations?
I think there’s a penchant to believe that everyone is hearing everything that’s out there. That if we’re producing it and if the myriad of conferences out there are talking about it, that people are going to go home even at the smallest places and be able to implement all of these awesome ideas at a high level.
Of course, it doesn’t work that way. What does that mean for the tastemaker/thought leader types out there? I don’t really know, because most people have their own schools to worry about and despite all of the collegiality that goes on, things can be competitive to the point where only so much can be truly be shared.
Who I’m really targeting is all of those firms and startups out there who might trying to ship something or fulfill a need or close a gap. Having spent the majority (gah) of my career thus far in rural areas around the country, it’s become increasing apparent that there’s a low-to-mid range institutions that most of the top firms aren’t going to waste their time with and that smaller firms outside of their regions can’t get to because they don’t often know those people are there.
I am talking with my hands. But preferred you look at my posters.
Beef in Tagine sauce served on yellow rice, served with Moroccan Mint tea.
“It” is fife and drum, an African take on colonial English marching songs, and one of the oldest forms of distinctly American music, played by the slaves of Jefferson’s Monticello and still played today — by one family, once a year, at this, one of the last of the traditional farm picnics celebrating the end of the growing season. I first met Tamke earlier in the day, before the sun had gone down, when the party was still getting going. He sat beside me on a hay bale, friendly-like, and struck up a conversation. He introduced me to his father, John, who sat nearby in a wheelchair, his left leg amputated above the knee due to the ravages of Agent Orange (and who has since died). After coming home from Vietnam, Tamke Sr. became a local judge. Back in those days, he told me, it was a point of family pride to “take care of the minorities,” and he reminisced about his grandfather bringing him outside, 50 or 60 years ago, to hear the drum call the field hands to the picnic.
Blues Travelers - Adam Fisher, NY Times
It’s not a game until the coaches almost come to blows.
Amen! (D’Angelo’s Back)
A profile of the singer as he returns to the stage for the first time in a dozen years.
| GQ | May 2012
Sometimes you’re just in the mood for Luther.
Farewell, Kerry Wood.
The Tallest Man on Earth - 1904
A new single! Looking forward to another album from him.
168 5th graders, 30 minutes to speak and me with a mic. What could possibly go wrong?
