Yesterday we hosted the last day of the Wedgwood Circle’s conference at the office, which turned out to be lovely. I met a bunch of people who I knew or knew about, but hadn’t met yet, and a few I had recently met, and we drank coffee and talked for a while afterwards. Really? My job is the coolest, accented by Michael Card’s pastor stopping by unrelatedly that afternoon to say hi on Michael’s recommendation. (If you knew my Dad, you know how HUGE of a deal that really is.)
So today I am here quite early to let the piano tuner in, and early this afternoon I am hopping a train and heading northward to spend time with my Mom this weekend. My birthday is on Tuesday (the universe’s gift to me will hopefully be that this election is OVER) and so my family is rather happy to see me this weekend, and I, them. In the meantime, Tom will be wrapping the current project and starting a new one soon afterwards.
I have no linkdump for you this Friday, but you should check out The Curator this week for fun with the Met and Doctor Atomic, a documentary film about exclusive Manhattan preschools, and a piece on bizarre performance art by a couple of my friends.
Lastly, for all those who giggle uncontrollably when someone says, “My SPOON is too big!”, this should be good news.
The New York Times discovers that homeschooling is growing in New York City.
I’m not a huge fan of the “unschooling” method (which has been around for a couple decades now), so I was kind of on the fence through the article until I got to this paragraph:
“In one sense it is hyperparenting, an extreme version of bourgeois parenting,” he said. Parents, he said, are anticipating a world in which children will have to be ever more flexible and creative, and some home-schooling parents believe their approach will provide that edge.
But Ms. Rendell and her group aren’t thinking about admissions to Stanford, she said.
Count me as one of those homeschoolers whose parents (neither of whom went to college) weren’t thinking about admission to Stanford. Oh, but wait; I earned my undergraduate at a top-tier private university, and now I’m in graduate school at another. Somehow, it didn’t matter. Every kind of schooling turns out some good students, some mediocre students, and some bad students.
Well, bloglets, I have successfully launched The Curator and am officially testing the waters of grassroots, no-budget, almost-entirely-digital marketing. I’m intrigued to see how far the interwebs can go in generating traffic for a web publication with no official marketing. Stay tuned.
This is my last full-time day, and a short one at that; we close a little early for the holiday. So I’ll shortly be heading out to spend the evening on a bus, fighting our way through the traffic (oh dear) to south Jersey, where I’ll be chilling on the beach (or in the cottage, since it looks like rain tomorrow) with Tom and my grandparents and possibly my Mom and trying not to do anything too productive. Last year we young’uns (that would be Tom and I) hit the boardwalk for mini-golf, arcade games, and cotton candy, and I’m expecting similar pursuits. And salt-water taffy.
We’ll be back in town Monday night to start the autumn with a vengeance - screenings, class, new jobs, all that good stuff. My favorite part of the year.