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 firstname.lastname@example.org 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.
This is the back cover of the most amazing book I've come across this year - maybe this decade. It provoked (or should I say legitimized?) a kind of stream of consciousness experience that will most certainly affect this blog, and will likely affect a book I'm trying to put together (while badly afflicted with procrastination and distraction) but which I cannot write about further until after dinner. Hmmm, procrastination again? There: I've had a bowl of granola with a banana, and now I can carry this story a little further. I discovered this book during my end-of-May drive to Pittsburgh, PA, to see my daughter, the art professor. This book, backside up, was on a table full of books and papers in her living room. The words "writing the unthinkable" caught my eye. I turned it over and saw the title: WHAT IT IS: The formless thing which gives things form. Some sort of paradox? It would have been easy to ignore this book because it looked so unconventional (euphemism for quirky?), but I already had a copy of Lynda Barry's Syllabus, so I was hooked. Since my mind is frequently racing all over the place, I am often told by others watching my work, my office, etc., that I need to get organized. Then I claim that I am organized, despite appearances. So, after another break - maybe even a good night's sleep - I will try to give form to the formless messages I got from this book. As I write this, my mind frequently flashes on another interesting book I found this past week: Kerri Majors' This Is Not a Writing Manual, which definitely is a writing manual. So, I do think I need some sleep before I can give form to it all. For one thing, a blog in this format is inherently linear, but the processes of thinking and writing I am alluding to definitely are not. Will I be able to fit a round peg into a square hole?