Why I teach…

Thinking this morning of why I like teaching and the poem My IQ, by Ani Difranco came to mind… and it, in so many ways, says it all.

My IQ
when i was 4 years old they
tried to test my i.q.
they showed me this picture
of 3 oranges and a pear
they asked me which one
is different and does not
belong
they taught me different
is wrong
but when i was 13 years old
i woke up one morning
thighs covered in blood
like a war like a warning
that i live in a breakable
takable body
an ever-increasingly valuable
body
that a woman had come
in the night
to replace me
deface me
see…
my body is borrowed
yeah i got it on loan
for the time in between
my mom and some maggots
i don’t need anyone to
hold me i can
hold my own
i got highways for stretch marks
see where i’ve grown
i sing sometimes
like my life is at stake
’cause you’re only as loud
as the noises you make
i’m learning to laugh
as loud as i can listen
’cause silence is violence
in women and poor people
if more people were screaming
then i could relax
but a good brain ain’t diddly
if you don’t have the facts
we live in a breakable
takable world
an ever available possible
world
and we can make music
like we can make do
genius is in a backbeat
backseat to nothing
if you’re dancing
especially something
stupid like i.q.
for every lie i unlearn
i learn something new
i sing sometimes for
the war that i fight
’cause every tool is a
weapon
if you hold it
right

© 1993 ani difranco / righteous babe music

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nog nog nog

Realizing that I have never had real eggnog before (sad, I know) I decided to remedy that situation this year and with the help of Jon (expert whisker and photographer) we now have proper eggnog and a lovely picture of it as well. I used Mr. Alton Brown’s lovely recipe for eggnog and I have to say that I am quite impressed. Initially I thought that I would just buy some eggnog, but I am so glad that I didn’t- because this stuff is wondermous!

First we were all like eggs and milk and then we were all nog, nog, nog.

Nesting

Our New Home

We have been deep in the midst of nesting in our new home. It seems like a very appropriate thing to do this time of year- nestle in and make a space. It has been lovely and I am learning a lot from the process.

Aside from the fact that this has been the year of the surreal- it has also been a year marked with learning. The pleasant part of this is in the contrast to other times in my life where I have learned a lot- this learning has not come at a high price. The year has been a calm and comforting teacher saying things like… “Well, have you thought about it this way..” instead of toppling me over and for this I am thankful.
As we approach Winter Solstice and the end of this year I begin to look back on all that has passed and also I am looking forward to the road that lies ahead.
So, we are nesting and I am doing lovely things with my time like cooking yummy soup and sitting around and staring at large oak trees in the sun, sipping large mugs of tea and cocoa, and just generally enjoying this time- for there is, I am sure, I lesson to be learned in that as well.

Happy Winter Solstice to you and yours.