seanessay.com After a new milestone of 125 posts, it’s time to catch up and ponder blog status. Catch up The trouble with having a self-imposed word limit is you leave stuff out. In my recent posts, here are two things I could have said: During my Schizophrenia piece, in my part on celebrities being harassed […]
Conversations at University
seanessay.com As I found in Derek Siver’s notes on the book Geography of Genius: “We’re not talking about conversation as a form of entertainment. We’re talking about conversation as the piling up of premises leading to a conclusion. We’re talking about conversation that takes an issue forward, conversation as a way of getting somewhere.” As […]
Poetry as a Placeholder
seanessay.com My week has been productive, but not blog-wise, because I’ve been on holiday, then working on a piece for my “Creative Nonfiction” class. Derek Sivers e-mailed me from New Zealand to ask about the class, but it was too hard for me to describe without oversimplifying and thereby misleading. So I sent him an […]
Glumly Parsing My Clutter On Posting Day
seanessay.com Hello, it’s posting day, and I’ve got nothing… Except here’s a quote that speaks to me: “Consider what so many younger employees do for relaxation: climb rocks, raft rivers, bike mountains, surf waves, trek in distant locales. … So many come from sheltered backgrounds that the prospect of excitement entices them more than the […]
Struggling In College Again
seanessay.com There were 182 helpful blog comments after a smart, well-liked college kid, whose blog I follow, reported failing university, big time, repeatedly. None of the comments advised on emotional or mental health, no, not after the first comment was from the girl’s father to discouraged such advice, saying she was getting adequate counselling already. […]
Puritan Proposes Hanging Out
seanessay.com The Peanuts cartoons had an arc where Peppermint Patty (struggles in school) is trying to teach Monica (wears glasses and reads) how to “hang out” at the mall: Patty demonstrates leaning on the wall looking sleepy eyed. Monica doesn’t get it. Back when I was more uptight I shared a duplex—we chose the place […]