I saw the woman with the big big dog again!

Transposition.

From inside my empty new apartment I can hear something like Brian Eno off in the distance.

That's not why I chose the apartment.

It was just an adventitious consequence of having made the choice.

Singling out an object (cf. Cavell on others).

"What I Call a Sound"

'I never imagine myself as anything. I’ve never had a goal or any future vision at all. I just do what’s in front of me.'

'Necessitarian', a strain in philosophy, rel. 'authoritarian'.

—The type person who'll rank things relative to which side of the Mississippi they're on.

In the line for coffee at the new job, an old student; old enough that I don't remember. Sort of. Maybe. I'm not sure. But she remembers me. She's going back to school, doing it again. The first time that happened to me, several years ago, it was with a recent student, ringing me up at the co-op. I like it. Not the being remembered, exactly—I know how people pass through one another's lives for a while and then forget, and I don't want my teaching to be about me (much). I just like the idea that school and life are knit together, that people could think that the teachers keep going on, the school keeps going on, that it's still a place to be, maybe go back to. That the school and the city belong together. I often think of my teacher, some fifty years into his career (in the same job!), and his story of being recognized, years later, by the former student who happened to be driving his shuttle to the airport. 'Best class I ever took', the guy said. He still thought about it.