One’s things are tuned to the wound

Tom Tomorrow would like a word with some of you.

Always True

(After this cottage at Harwood and Bidwell in Vancouver was emptied out prior to demolition fifteen or more years ago, it was covered with delightful tags.)

Teaching

This week I start my twenty-first year of teaching at Kwantlen Polytechnic University. Artificial Intelligence technology like ChatGPT has required that I prepare a layer of adaptations to my curriculum this semester. It will be a new experience and perhaps a fun one.

I started university teaching forty years ago, at Stanford – as a graduate student TA in Larry Friedlander‘s famous Shakespeare class. Heavenly bliss (and no personal computers, let alone no internet). I went on to create and teach my own classes there.

Before Kwantlen and after my initial Stanford years, I had taken a couple of lengthy breaks from teaching but stayed in the same mental neighbourhood (writing, editing, mentoring, and publishing). I have always known what I wanted to do.

A career highlight

I was a guest on the original version of “The Jerry Springer Show,” in 1991, before it was transformed a couple years later into the outlandishly vulgar circus that became so popular. The producers did, however, encourage some pugilism in a way that the people working for “Larry King Live,” for example, did not.

I believe the topic was “Near Death Experiences.” In these TV discussions I was typically presented as “the skeptic” and, more often than not, I would appear after the first commercial break, after the true believers had had their say. As I was getting ready to go onstage on the Springer show, a producer told me that Jerry would start the segment by asking one of the earlier guests a question and that, before she started her second sentence, I should raise my voice and call her a liar. (I didn’t.)

Springer had an unusually varied career. When I met him and in interviews I saw later on, he seemed like a very nice man. RIP.

Ô Canada

… where Good Friday and Easter Monday are national* holidays. I will always find this odd (and oddly satisfying). I love my home.

*Exceptions: Folk from Quebec have to choose just one of the two days for their holiday. In Alberta employers have an “option” to give their employees Easter Monday off; in Medicine Hat everybody sleeps in on Good Friday.