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A Few Seconds Every Night

Identity, ego, love, self-loathing, acceptance, validation, who would have thought just be yourself could be so damn complicated. Yet,  everyday we guide our students, our children, our friends to just be themselves and everything will be alright. Find your voice, express yourself, and all that other bullshit, when it reality, at least for me, everyday is much scarier than that.

I am a thirty six year old father of two beautiful girls, married to an amazing women who loves me more than I could ever imagine any one person could, I have a group of friends I have had since I was thirteen year olds, I have been living overseas- a dream of mine since childhood for over ten years doing work that I love, I have enough money to live a comfortable life, I go to bed every night awash in blessings I can never truly appreciate, I have hobbies that satiate my soul, my every experience is tainted with passion, and I ain’t bad lookin.’ I tell you all of this because despite this apparently successful life,  I am often scared and feel utterly alone. I lose myself in unsubstantiated anxiety and need to be reminded that I matter. I want my voice to be validated and be told that I am unique and special and important. Sometimes the feeling is so strong that I feel I could disappear completely if I don’t speak up. I am sure there is a medical term for this condition. I am sure there is a series of lectures at a great many yoga hall and Zendo to help me get through my attachment to my ego, but like most things in my life I am working through it on my own.

Do I reek of insecurity? Am I a shallow egomaniac? Perhaps, but I am willing to bet no matter how you play your mask in the grand stage of life you feel the same way. John Spencer once wrote, and I am paraphrasing here that: he is a good teacher because he is broken not despite it, and I couldn’t agree more. I am tired of acting like needing to be accepted and loved is a weakness.

My journey, like all human trips has had its ups and downs. I will not go into the details here, wait for the book, but one thing that has persistently stayed with me, my entire life has been me. Yup the ole ego, the desperate clinging to me, myself, and I. Various Zen texts and Yoga T-shirts have advised me to let go of the self to truly connect to the greater universe, but no matter how I try here I am again. A fragile little boy wondering whose body I am walking in now.

There was a time when I drown out his voice in alcohol and self-destruction. But after ten years+ of trying to silence the scrawny eight year old from my photo albums, I am proud to say he appears to have made it. These days I find it easier to listen to him when he speaks, or allow him to sing when he needs to, I encourage him to take over, you may have met him as he often Tweets. I ask his advice and let him father my children and teach my students. He doesn’t have all the answers and is often confounded by the simplest emotions, but he tries hard and seems to live life with an enthusiasm I sometimes find embarrassing. He is gaining confidence and is finding his voice, but he still likes to be told he is special. He likes it when people read his words and agree or disagree, he doesn’t care as long as he is heard. He likes it when people listen to his music or admire his photos. He likes it when people enter his head and look out through his eyes, because when they….. you, are in here it doesn’t feel so alone. And really do we need art for anything more than passageways into each others souls?

Don’t get me wrong!  I will do this, everything I do, because I have no choice. The voice inside my head simply needs escape; it has for as long as I can remember, but I am not embarrassed to admit that I like to be recognized, I need to be heard, I want to be loved. I want to blow up my ego to the point of not needing it anymore, but in the meantime an award saying that people value the randomness of my spirit and that it is relevant to them, or that my words have meaning in some small way in this vast lonely universe will be just fine.

I have so many more stories to share about this topic, but I will save them for the book. There has been much talk about awards, and pandering, and ego and validation, and….and….and….At the end of the day, all this award will prove is that I have the loudest echo in the chamber, or wait:

Will it somehow prove that a lone voice, different than all the rest, a voice of honest raw practicality, the voice of a true artist, a sage, a shaman if you will, has entered the conversation…..That must be my out of control ego again. Quick, let him hit publish and see how many retweets he gets, how many comments, how many votes he garners from this ploy. Wait he? Is that the little boy, my ego, is he me? Told you this is complicated

Talk amongst yourselves, we’ll be out on the stoop admiring the tree in front of the house. It brings us peace and quiets the noise in our head a few seconds every night.

This post is dedicated to the memory of Elliot Smith.

The Facebook

I saw the Social Network last night and I was very impressed. I do not want to turn this post into a review of the film, except that I will say I found the script hilarious, sharp and witty. The acting, especially Justin Timberlake, was natural and compelling, and the music by Trent Reznor was a perfect complement. It was not just background music, but at times felt like another character helping to move the plot and add tension. (I am actually listening to it now as I type this post.)

I know some people have criticized the movie for not having any positive female characters, and while I agree this is a valid criticism, I would like to state that while we may not agree or like to admit, the mind of the college man dwells in dark places, and most of our time in those caves is spent pondering one thing and one thing only- Women. I am sure there are balanced, well-intentioned, sensitive, young men out there, who do not spend every waking minute of their college life obsessing about women, but for most of us college is a time of great insecurity and is most often consumed by trying to find ways to be as close to the opposite sex as possible. The sexualized fantasies of the film may have been exaggerated and unrealistic, but the obsession was not.

But like I said in the beginning, this was not meant to be a review of the film. As I was watching the film, I couldn’t help but thing about how the Internet is changing the way we create and understand self, and more importantly how does this newly developed public self go about creating social groups and/or communities? How do we as adults who did not spend our schooling years making friends online, learn to understand this change and work with our students to understand the new phenomena?

One of my favorite lines of the film was when Timberlake’s character is at a party and says, “First we lived on farms, then we moved to cities, and now people live online.” While this idea may terrify some, or feel like hyperbole to others, I feel it is pretty close to the truth. While it may appear quaint and nostalgic to champion face-to-face interactions, please believe me I am an advocate of the organic as well as the digital, the reality, whether we like it or not, is that we spend a great part of our lives living online. I am not talking only about those of us who have embraced the social web, those of us with blogs, youtube channels, twitter and The Facebook, I am talking about your average person who Skypes friends, checks status updates and photos, and stays connected through the web. We are all slowly migrating from the cities to online.

For most adults, this living online has been a slow shift. We knew how to make friends, some of us better than others, before the Internet, and so transferring the ability to maintain relationships in “real” life, to life on the web has been a steady continuum. But how do kids these days deal with it? They are learning how to make friendships online as they learn how to do it face-to -ace. This is a fundamental shift in how we foster and maintain relationships and build communities.

It is important that we acknowledge the fact that sites like Facebook are where young people to go to be social. Many nervous administrators want to block social networking sites, like Facebook, but they must realize that this is where kids hang out. While this idea of hanging out on the cloud or in cyberspace feels strange to those of us who did not spend our time there as kids, we owe it to the students we teach to begin to understand the dynamics of online social life. We must begin to ask students what life is like on the web, so that we can help them understand the value in face-to-face relationships. On a more selfish level, it would behoove us to learn more about socializing online as many of these kids will be in charge of the world as we age, and it is always a good idea to understand how they operate. Teachers have a tendency to think that the way they did thins was better than the way they are being done now, so they are constantly trying to force students into the model they feel the most comfortable with. Social networks are here to stay, and we can pine for the good old days when life was private and people knew how to have conversations, but the reality is that those days are gone. We can help students understand the importance of face-to-face interactions, but not until we show them that their digital social rituals have value.

I think the film exposes some important areas for exploration. The main one being, why are we social at all? On the web or off. What is that pressing need that we have as humans that makes us want to fit in and be loved. To be accepted. It is easier for mature adults to look back at our teenage years and scoff at our juvenile behavior in middle or high school. Or to be embarrassed of the days when we considered joining a fraternity or a “Final Club” so that we could be cool and find a date. All of these activities, merely, highlight the need that people in general are insecure and looking to fill the gaps in their personalities with the acceptance of others. We want to be understood, accepted, and if we are lucky loved for who we are. The problem becomes how do we articulate who we are to others.

In the past before the Internet, we relied on what I think are more superficial indicators. For me, in middle school I was judged by how I dressed, which reflected my economic class status, by how I looked, and by the way I acted in class etc…None of which were remotely accurate to the person I was. Like most adolescents and young adults, I had a rough of idea of who I was, but most days even I was confused. So to be judged and evaluated on how I presented myself to the world seemed unfair. No one got me and I had no way of setting them straight.

I think this need to present ourselves as we create and recreate ourselves and change and grow is the central theme of both the movie The Social Network and social networks. Zuckerberg’s goal was to give people a place to stake claim and announce to the world who they are. He wanted to level the playing field. You could, by publicly sharing your profile, dictate to the world how to perceive you once and for all. You no longer had to be the quiet wallflower or the dense jock, if people could see the books you were reading or the music you listened to. Suddenly, you became much more multi-dimensional. Social networks allow us to create who we are much more accurately than non-digital life.

I think I may have more material that will fit into this post, so I will wrap up for now. In closing, I just want to point out that life has changed, is changing, we are in the middle of a very exciting time. The very nature of who we are and how we connect with others is in flux, but this change need not be terrifying. Yes, our children socialize in radically different ways than we did when we were kids, yes young people tend to stare at screens instead of at each others eyes, but we must keep in mind that behind every screen is another person, or two, or three. While staring at a phone and texting may appear anti-social to us, it is actually the most social of acts for them. We cannot ban or force kids to abandon a form of socialization simply because we don’t understand it or because it makes us feel uncomfortable. Make me think of a line I just read in John Spencer’s book Teaching Unmasked: Criticize the tools you use and use the tools you criticize. I for one am going to tack that up on my classroom walls and jump in feet first to help my kids find their voice, find their passion, and their confidence to build and maintain meaningful and mature relationships, both face-to face and online. You can choose to stand on the sidelines and fear the world as it comes at you, or you can choose to go with the flow and move forward.

20,000/ 2000 My Voice Matters And So Should Yours

Numbers don’t matter. That’s what we say right? But then in the same breath we sing the virtues of helping students create authentic audiences. Well if numbers don’t matter than who is sitting in the seats?

I hit a bit of a bizarre synergistic milestone today. I reached 2000 followers on Twitter and the exact same time I sent out my 20,000 Tweet.

So what? First off, I am a bit weird about numbers and how they line up. I don’t like the maths but I like symmetry in numbers. There seems to be some kind of secret to the universe or an explanation of chaos when numbers randomly fall into step and align.

So I was excited when  a few week ago, I saw that there was a good chance I could make my 2’s connect. Adrienne Michetti even went so far as to publicly mock me for my OCD tendencies, but we are tight like that and I took it in stride.

I will admit that when both numbers were in the high 19’s I did curb a few tweets to make sure that the numbers would sink, but that seems like a tiny step considering I have sent out 20,000 Tweets in a few years and somehow 2000 people seem to care or at least tolerate the random things I seem to spew out endlessly. I have tried to keep the numbers authentic by blocking spam followers, but I am sure that the number of people actively listening is much lower then 2000, but what ever the number maybe it is higher than the 10 or 15 I started with.

And that matters! At least to me. Because that is my audience. These are the people, sorry, you are the people I have painstakingly culled from the entire world and convinced that what I have to say matters and is important. You are the people who read my words, give me advice, and yes often validation, but more importantly you are the people who have chosen to listen, and no matter what we try tell ourselves the larger that audience is the better. If we believe what we teach kids about how their voices matter, and that the new digital age is fantastic because it allows them to articulate, express and share that voice with a global audience, then I feel we too should find our voice and help it grow.

Now, I am not so vain to think that all 2000 people are hanging on my every word, and I would agree that  I only truly have close authentic interactions with maybe 50 of you, but as my audience grows there is more of a chance that I will meet a few more kindred spirits who will connect me to a few more and so on and so on. This isn’t about fame or popularity, this is about using the power of a network to help us find our tribes and build communities working toward change. There are many much more intellectual voices out there who can write about the science behind networks and collectivism, I am just writing how I see it, in my own simple way. The more people who care about and listen to what I have to say, the stronger and more attuned our tribe.

A few years ago I had a personal blog my mom read, now I have several blogs, a youtube channel, and many other places online  where I spread out my life to share with as many people as I can. I have created remarkable relationships with people all over the world, and have created an authentic audience for my voice. Isn’t that what we are teaching our students to do?

The best part is, I haven’t followed any scripts of what “good” blogging should be, or changed my style or ideas in anyways. I have been honest, open and passionate, and apparently 2000 of you think that is a good thing.

In closing, let me say- Thanks for all the support and energy you spend keeping up with my grammatically error ridden ramblings and for paying attention and caring about what the world looks like through my eyes. Here is to the next 20,000 Tweets and 2000 followers. See you soon at 40,000 and 4000! Bring your friends.

Oh and I must thank Kim Cofino for introducing me to this world of connectivity and offering me advice and guidance whether I wanted it or not. I’ve come a long way since she was my first and only follower. Thanks Kim.

Broken Record, or School is Not a Path to Wealth

I feel like a broken record, but I have to say it again: when education is being discussed we should refrain from focusing on  words like: grades, academics, work, success, and achievement. I think it best to frame our conversations around words like: growth, change, reflection, understanding, honesty, curiosity, and yes love.

As a middle school teacher, I work with students who are still quite fresh and just put into the oven. They are dealing with identity creation, understanding of social norms and expectations; in short they are messed up. I know because when I was thirteen I felt no one understood me, and now 23 years later I am still trying to recover.

I feel this is a critical stage in helping kids understand how to express themselves and feel comfortable in their own skin. This pastoral care guides much of what and how I teach.  For the second time in a week, I have been reminded how right I am, and to be honest the validation feels great!

A few students from my old school in Doha  are still blogging. I know because I have stayed subscribed to their blogs and continue to get updates. I think it is so amazing that  these kids have found a voice and use their blogs for more than completing homework. Anyway, I opened this post from Nadia today and was moved to tears:

Two special people kept me calm and happy. One was my old English teacher. He was an amazing, inspiring person. He helped us to express our emotions, put them on to paper. He reminded me that lots of others have it much worse than we do, and we should be happy about what we have, everyday of our lives. He left us last year but I wish he could have stayed. He helped me become a better person and express myself, I wish he was here to help me now.

Education has a much bigger impact when we are focused more on creating kind beautiful people than  collage applicants and corporate job seekers. For the  record, I can “teach” a mean set of skills and convey large amounts of content and knowledge when needed. Go on and leave Nadia some advice…show that she has many teachers who care.

Life as an Open Book

On June 4th, I gave a talk called Life as an Open Book at Qatar Academy for the first ever Tedx event put together by Julie Lindsay.

I spent quite a bit of time planning the talk, but the execution was not exactly what I had in mind. I was plagued by repetition, false starts, and a general sense of incoherence. I have attempted to piece together as much of the original talk as I could.

The main idea is:

How can we encourage teachers to look beyond their fear, follow their passions and begin to create open honest online identities that reflect their true selves in order to better connect with their students for a more authentic learning environment. Eventually creating a system that not only allows for teacher creativity and expression but actively promotes and encourages it, so teachers are not too busy or scared to express themselves online, and actually given time to reflect, create, and share.

Life as an Open Book from Intrepid on Vimeo.

I would appreciate any and all comments.