I don’t have time to write what I want to write to say what I want to say to convey all the ideas I have. So, I concoct this: the perfect excuse.
leesdiscipline
Recent had ik weer een van die lessen waar leraren altijd over klagen. Ik lieg (digitaal) binnen en kwam er snel achter dat mijn eerstejaars studenten het boek Cal door Berhnard MacLaverty niet hadden gelezen. Hoe kwam ik erachter? Ik gaf hen een kleine online quiz met de vraag: “ik heb het boek gelezen (van… Continue reading leesdiscipline
#8
“There are things I wish I hadn’t said” should be my life’s motto. It should stand engraved under a crest, of a man, a duck, and an ass. “He never really learned anything at all” is what they will print when I’m dead. My obituary will be read by a few, who are older, dumber,… Continue reading #8
Poetry and not prose
Since COVID-19 I’ve had way too much time on my hands. I’ve had to transform my normal neurotic tendencies into something more productive. I became a very diligent writer of diaries, but after recording the minutia of your day, day after day, especially in a time in COVID when everything is the same, you begin… Continue reading Poetry and not prose