At the Tinariwen — band from Mali — show last night at Variety Playhouse in Atlanta. This guy’s dancing was probably the most memorable part … followed closely by the guy wearing a turban and playing a shiny red guitar, and another guy who was playing an enormo-gourd as a drum.
For the past several years, I’ve taught a class at the University of Pennsylvania called “Uncreative Writing.” In it, students are penalized for showing any shred of originality and creativity. Instead they are rewarded for plagiarism, identity theft, repurposing papers, patchwriting, sampling, plundering, and stealing. Not surprisingly, they thrive. Suddenly what they’ve surreptitiously become expert at is brought out into the open and explored in a safe environment, reframed in terms of responsibility instead of recklessness.
Found this via a paid e-mail list that circulates longform non-fiction. More here.
Had a great weekend with college friends up north of the 45th parallel. Water skied, canoed, sailed and jet skied (only briefly, because that’s completely terrifying). Super sore and kinda sunburned but it was totally worth it.