Phyllis Christopher

‘The Guardian’ interviews wonderful photographer and friend Phyllis Christopher. Her book “Dark Room: San Francisco Sex and Protest, 1988-2003” is being published this year.

There have been few times in history where women run the camera, the press and the ecosystem of publishing. But the world we created in San Francisco felt like a beautiful laboratory. It wasn’t separatist by any means – we didn’t seclude ourselves from men and non-lesbians – but we were making work for each other. I think that’s evident in these images.

I wrote about Phyllis Christopher’s work a few years back.

Happy birthday, kat

The new term

My term starts on Monday (delayed a week because of Omicron). I can’t wait. This has been too long of a break, considering. I had to cancel a trip to Portland because of an eye operation, and then a visit from my partner and her daughter because of our crazy weather. It would have been a complete bust without a stack of books to read!

This semester’s classes are both for third- and fourth-year students at Kwantlen Polytechnic University: ‘Advanced Professional Communications’ and ‘Technical Report Writing.’ Very oddly, it seems, this latter class has become hugely popular in the last year or so; thirty people are on the waiting list. Technical Report Writing is no breeze!

“righteous certainty”

I’m a big fan of Atrios and his blog, Eschaton. Here’s a worthwhile thought on which to end a year that ought to have been instructive:

There’s a kind of righteous certainty among people who succeeded because they knew how to check all the right boxes when they were 15, a belief that if they (and you) do check all the the right boxes then everything will go as planned. High fives! (Snuffy Walden score!) [link added]

Not a lot of self-doubt, not a lot of self-recrimination. Among other things, it’s a worldview which is very unsympathetic to the failure of others, failures that could not have resulted from anything other than a failure to check the boxes.

This is from a post called “Good Boys and Good Girls.”

Sweet sea

Morning walk restored my mood.