The students who stayed to talk to me after told me to a one how much they loved the chance just to be quiet with their thoughts and the physical product of their hands. This experiment will replace one of their essays. Graded not for content, but for engaging in art and the creation of art.

I thought about my lecture a couple weeks ago about William Blake and his infernal method informing German Expressionism and thought why I never lived what I believed in. Touch what you create. Infuse it with your breath and flesh. We evolved, hand to chisel. Fingerpainting is primal. Let's go.

I looked out over them while they were doing it and felt emotional. A room full of youngsters bent over pen & paper in the physical act of writing. No screens, no keyboards. Nothing from me, most importantly, giving them my practiced/processed thoughts before they can form their own first thoughts.

I yam what I yam.

That's me laughing at Ryan getting vetoed like 20x.

Bill, however, is in hospital. I'll forward your regards.

I'm fine.