In my early twenties I taught at a high school where kids who didn’t do “what they’re supposed to be doing” were called non-compliant. I was trained to think of these kids as deficient, troublesome, unmotivated, and I was expected to bully them like a firm leader should. Quietly they subverted my class and threw sticks in the machine whenever they could. Their resistance was intuitive, courageous and effective.

On this blog I’m trying to write in the spirit of their quiet rebellion. I like to write about art, politics, education, culture, and myself. In another world I do academic writing and I’m trying not to let that high mode seep onto these amateurish pages.


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