Oof. Returned late last night from a graduate class, spent most of the day preparing for it, and attending the Humanities Fellows research symposium, where colleagues were honored for their research (AMAZING). I delivered class-sets of books and, as always, participated in the 2025 #VerseLove challenge of EthicalELA.
I cannot speak highly enough of Fade Factory in Stratford and the ownership of Jerry Simeon. Your barber becomes your brother, and the other barbers become family. It's a once-a-month gathering, but I cherish the conversations and all the great work they've done on so many over the years. I kept thinking about a beautiful dialogue from last week about genetic engineering, and for some reason (the idea of colors) simply said, "this is the poem." It helps that Beatlejuice is the perfect verb and he, too, wore a black and white suit...and I tried to stay in the gray scale with aspect of the usual froggy-green.
