After a slow first five months, I'm back to blogging in earnest. In the forthcoming few months I plan to keep on tracking the blooming of wildflowers, the activities of bugs and reptiles and any other critters I'm quick enough or lucky enough to photograph, and to comment on ecological relationships. Since there is an increasing sense of ecological crisis among many people and more vigorous denial of such on the part of others, I will inevitably comment on the social and political dimensions of survival as I see them.
I am still an adjunct instructor in the English Department at Feather River College, but time permitting, I am available for hire as a nature guide in the region in and around Plumas County. A brochure describing my usual kinds of natural history adventures is in development. Email me c/o email@example.com with your mailing address and a statement of interests, and I'll send you a rough draft.
I have been teaching since 1965 and have recently joined the English Department as an Associate Faculty member at Feather River College. Recently taught Nature Literature in America and am currently teaching Interpersonal Communication and Basic Reading and Writing.
In academia, we talk about metacognition. Even spell checkers don't recognize the word. Maybe that's why it exists - sort of like a secret handshake. One of my sons knows well how I wrestle with the ups and downs of trying to teach college students to think. He finds images and statements like these two during his late night net surfing and forwards them to me. I don't know if he thinks they'll help my teaching, or if he's just trying to tease me. Ignorance is not "bliss."
Speaking of brains, is there hope for people who sport bumper stickers like "Keep the government out of my Medicare"? Probably not. I think that on my early morning walk up to my office, I will go slow and pay particular attention to the Ravens, Grey Squirrels, Oak Treehoppers, and much else that lies along the path. That always restores my hope.