In case you’re wondering why all the Chicagoans on your TL are rejoicing at the news that our truly terrible mayor will not be running for re-election, allow me to present a curated selection of Rahm’s Greatest Hits. In no particular order.
he defended one of the school board members (who he unilaterally appointed) even when it was discovered she was personally profiting from her position, to the tune of millions of dollars #RahmsGreatestHits
I’m not gonna even get into the school closings because I wrote a whole book about that but others can feel free to chime in. I’m gonna go frost my Goodbye Rahm cake and put on my Goodbye Rahm party hat
in my experience, you’re unlikely to develop a strong mentoring relationship by saying to a person you don’t know well, “will you mentor me?” Instead, I’d advocate getting to know them over time, starting w/a simple, substantive question about something you really need to know.
Sometimes people cold ask “will you mentor me?” and although I know they mean well and I understand their position, I don’t know what to say. If I don’t know you, anything about your goals or personality or needs, about the ways I can be helpful, no, I can’t really mentor you.
alternative good questions for seeking a mentoring relationship:
can I ask you some questions about your journey to __?
I’d like to learn more about ___. Do you have any suggestions on the best way to do that?
Imagine a bunch of people are in a tent. It’s an awful tent. Call it the Awful Tent. why is it awful? I dunno. Uhhhh there are bears outside and maybe a bunch of mosquitoes inside. It just sucks. It’s an awful, sucky tent for everybody.
Periodically people in the Awful Tent have discussions about their circumstances. “How are we gonna get out of the Awful Tent?” “I’m sick of being bitten by mosquitoes.” “Omg the constant growling of the scary bears outside gives me anxiety.” Everyone commiserates.
But the thing is, not everyone’s position in the tent is the same. Some people have staked out a spot in the center where they can’t hear the bears. Some people are more or less prone to getting bitten by mosquitoes. Some people are allergic to the damp, mildewy, Awful Tent.
since I talked to some of the P&W folks at Brooklyn Book Fest today, and saw this issue of the magazine being given away, this cover is on my heart today. I’d like to share that I and the other poets pictured here received horrible, offensive harassment in response to the cover.
I haven’t talked about it bc I don’t want to affirm the person who did it by providing them w/ what they want (attention) but it’s important to talk about an issue Mikki brought up recently: institutions wanting to diversify but not being prepared to protect us, “diverse” people.
We received emails saying we didn’t deserve to appear on the cover, deriding us for lack of talent, and in some cases (including me) featuring extremely awful and offensive caricatures of us *and* CCing our employers and campus publications.
not to be biased but it’s a scientific fact that we had the best honeymoon ever in the world in the history of time
because we spent it doing exactly what we like to do: watch movies, eat, chill, walk around the city, and hang out together
we were gonna spend a lot of money to fly to a far away place and lay on the beach. And I love doing that sometimes. but I can only do a day or two of beach laying before it’s like........ y’all got museums or...?
Damon, also not great at beach laying for long periods of time. Here’s him in Hawaii
okay I just found out about another member of this black family from the 1920s that I’m kind of obsessed with because they have this incredibly cinematic story.
So, I read about this guy “Binga Dismond,” and I think.... BINGA? He’s gotta be... it can’t be a coincidence...
Sure enough, his full name is HENRY BINGA DISMOND. He was a quite the athlete, a poet & a physician trained at Provident Hospital. he invented a medical respiratory treatment device. He went to UChicago med school. Paid for by who? HIS COUSIN JESSE BINGA. blackpast.org/aah/dismond-he…
Who is Jesse Binga? A black banker in Chicago who has kind of a sad story. See this thread.
academics (or any people) who are engaging in the practice of putting words on paper, but don't recognize that as a creative act, are maintaining the fiction that their writing can possibly be neutral, that their own authorial voice doesn't matter. writing doesn't just happen.
ignoring your own agency or role as a deliberate actor in a creative process is dangerous.