*Note: I'm not currently accepting freelance gigs--building Purpose Portfolio has me pretty much at capacity :) Thanks for your interest, and feel free to drop me a line if I can help find the right designer for your project. `sj
*Note: I'm not currently accepting freelance gigs--building Purpose Portfolio has me pretty much at capacity :) Thanks for your interest, and feel free to drop me a line if I can help find the right designer for your project. `sj
Thank goodness for corporate types with money to throw around! The PWC folks are helping me make a first [slightly less complicated] attempt at freeing the puppets. [not cutting the strings per se, just giving them a chance to move themselves a little]
For an agricultural school with acres of huerta [vegetable gardens], we sure eat a lot of starch!
I was all excited until I started looking around and realized that fully two thirds of them COULDN’T READ IT! Aigh! Even the ones who could read it couldn’t understand the university-level research language it was written in. I think it’s fair to say I was bitterly disappointed.
Logically, most people call San Fransisco a “self-sustaining school” and what we’re working on is a plan to create more “self-sustaining schools.” But here’s the rub: a school is a thing, it is utterly incapable of sustaining itself. I feel like the school relies on students for work, nada mas.
They love it here…though the first time we had it, I didn’t even recognize what it was supposed to be [nor could I understand the word with the accent.]
I met up a Ulysses Team [it’s a leadership development program] from Price Waterhouse Cooper who have been sent here to work on the replication model for self-sustaining education. Que bendicione, no?!
I got a migraine last night. Hadn’t had a truly horrible one since I’ve been here [was actually rejoicing over that the other day] and they must have been storing up because this one was pretty awful.
The first morning I was here, something woke me up pretty early in the morning—must have been before 4am—and I got up and wandered around. It was still dark, and as I walked by an enclosure something, something large, made one of the most hideously frightening noises I’d ever heard.
I have been born of goodly parents who taught me well. The same is true of the youth I am working with here. And they have been taught somewhat in all the learning of their fathers. But, what happens when that’s not enough?
