Eirikah Delaunay

Heck yeah! Today’s a fantastic day to support local small businesses and local artists! ❤️

A heron sits on a pole in the water at sunset with mountains in the background

Mammogram day at my local Catholic hospital. The woman checking me in, my practitioner, and I all ended up in tears for at least a few moments at different points in our conversations about women’s medical research, practice, and patient experience. I stopped for some nature therapy on my way home.

Sitting in the Chronicle of Higher Ed’s webinar, “Donald Trump and Higher Ed: What’s Next?” We were invited to submit questions in advance; surprised that “WTAF?!?” has not yet surfaced on the list.

I spent seven years teaching at an R1 and another decade+ in community colleges. In my experience, it’s more about (older) faculty self perception as gatekeepers than about students’ actual preparation (which is also problematic, often due to basic needs deficits).

Honestly, I think it has a lot more to do with tenured faculty who have doubled down on being the sage on the stage whose core mission is to weed out students who “don’t belong in college.” (Not All Faculty, but enough)

Agreed. In my experience, though, Higher Ed breeds innovation as marketable intellectual property (research), while the instructional practice side of its mission has largely stagnated (education).

Once you have found a few of us, look at the list of folx we are following to help speed up locating mutual friends 💋❤️

Quadruple Taurus: no lies detected.

No lies detected.

From the speaker at the higher ed conference I’m attending this weekend: “Higher ed excels in resisting change, not making change.” Sounds about right.

I’m in a hotel in Seattle for a work conference and we still have power, as does my house (though the storm is LOUD and taking down LOTS of tree). Thankfully, we’re not in the snow zone.

Same, but swap Saturn for Mars…

It took me all week to find my copy on my shelves. Thanks for inspiring the search.

The cover of The Misfit’s Manifesto by Lidia Yuknavitch with bath water in the background.

It’s 5pm on a rainy Saturday. I have some linen being dyed one droplet of melting ice at a time downstairs while I lounge in the tub reading The Misfit’s Manifesto. I’m having vaguely intrusive dinner thoughts, but just added hot water so I can luxuriate for one more chapter. Small pleasures FTW.

Don't Hesitate by Mary Oliver If you suddenly and unexpectedly feel joy, don't hesitate. Give in to it. There are plenty of lives and whole towns destroyed or about to be. We are not wise, and not very often kind. And much can never be redeemed. Still, life has some possibility left. Perhaps this is its way of fighting back, that sometimes something happens better than all the riches or power in the world. It could be anything, but very likely you notice it in the instant when love begins. Anyway, that's often the case. Anyway, whatever it is, don't be afraid of its plenty. Joy is not made to be a crumb.

Nice to meet you, Bluesky. ❤️