Posted by trules in 1960s, american culture, baby boomers, Bar Mitzvah, education, rate my professors website, retirement, teaching
on Dec 28th, 2014 |
General Constance Greene. Lieutenant Colonel Joan Colaprete. Those are the names of the two “teachers” in my life. Both high school English teachers. Both members of the legion of “teachers” we all hopefully remember from our childhoods throughout the course of our lives. Both were strong and unrelenting. Both eccentric and inspiring. They set the bar high so their students could rise. They got the best out of us. And they planted the seed in me, for the hunger to learn.
I use the word “teacher” as an homage to the great John Steinbeck, the Mark Twain of the mid...
Posted by trules in academia, ageing, american culture, baby boomers, death, john lennon, old friends, pensions, retirement, teaching, theater, when i'm 64
on Jun 7th, 2014 |
It used to be the “C” word. C-c-c-ommitment. Normally a young man’s word. Why ever get married, settle down, have a family, limit your (sexual) options? What about freedom? Opportunity? Spontaneity? Improvisation? Living in the moment? Be here now? What about the 60s? Sex, drugs, and rock ‘n roll?
I’ll tell you “what”. Life is what. It has a way of catching up with even the best (free-est) of us? Leaving us older, lonelier, less and less healthy and attractive with each passing year. Maybe even sadder, wiser, but more isolated… eventually, if we...
Posted by trules in academia, american culture, art from the fabric of my life, clay the dog, clint eastwood, college graduation, death, family, frank capra, hip, los angeles, movies, solo performance, students, teaching
on May 24th, 2013 |
may 17, 2013
beware. this is a story of curmudgeonliness turning into beatitude.
let’s start with the first.
it’s the merry month of may. time for college graduations. i never go.
never went to my own, never will. you know the routine: 1969… the me generation, protest, stick it to the man. my parents made me go to the college i never wanted to go to, just to save the dough. i certainly wasn’t gonna go to make them happy. i was socially inept, volcanic, and generally, i had a hard time making it out of adolescence. i didn’t need a diploma, recognition from an institution i didn’t respect. i...
Posted by trules in academia, ageing, american culture, annihilation, art, art from the fabric of my life, baby boomers, bobos, charlie chaplin, culture, death, gardening, gratitude and appreciation, jews, los angeles, nightmares, teaching, theater, when i'm 64, wizard of oz
on Feb 21st, 2012 |
look to the right, exactly 90 degrees from the terraced hillside back deck of lucretia gardens, and there are — the san gabriel mountains — gently looming over the hazy glendale flats. turn 180 degrees back to the left and there’s — the glassy silver rim of the pacific ocean, dividing the big sky of another multi-colored california sunset from the slightly high-rise sprawl of snarky century city and the equally-hazy flats of LA’s toney west side. turn back another 90 degrees to the right, and there, straight ahead, is the white dome of the griffith observatory, the shrubby...
Posted by trules in ottoman empire, romania, solo performance, teaching, transylvania, turkey, vampires
on Jul 7th, 2010 |
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