

I've been seeing this beast around town the past few days. And yesterday I found it parked out in front of our house! (When I took the photo of the skull, I was close enough to see people sleeping inside.)
"According to Don Armando, the number of pendejos, even as you read this, is innumerable. It has been estimated that if pendejos could fly, the skies would be darkened and we would enter a new ice age. The pendejos would get a severe sunburn." -Jose Antonio Burciaga


This morning I stopped by Dey House to make some copies before class. I looked down & found a bouquet in the trashcan. Afterward, I showed my class a documentary and journaled on the back row.
During office hours, I introduced one of my students (a talented young writer) to Jim McPherson, who sat and talked generously with us for about twenty minutes. The talented young writer's world was visibly rocked by the experience. I felt something I rarely feel: Sincere hope for the future. When Jim left, the young writer said, "He's like - like an oracle!"
"Yeah, man" I said, "He is."
It's Tuesday morning. Time to go teach. Outside, the trash collectors are emptying the cans that line our street.