I love life, I really do.

Grow, expand –
believe, push,
take a deep breath
and think and say
some more.

Narrow in on your
goals; watch, feel the
distractions, hindernesses
fall not like feathers
but big bricks that
smash double-pane
windows.

Not your windows –
No.
The hindernesses.

I love school.
I love this class.
Agency; histories; epistemology.
Assemblages; ontology; sedimentation.

We used to focus on the paper and pen; then, computers. How computers and the way we write changed. Now, computers are blended into our communities and relationships. We discuss ontology and how we circle back to the material –

We discuss and try to think of an object having its own agency. Its own history, the woods and the grains – the material. Most classic example is a table.

Think about the people who created it, the people that are employed and have histories linked and in relationship with that object. The long chain of steps, the hands exchanged, the craftsmanship, the journey for that table to be in your presence.

That a table does not have value because humans placed value on it – it has value as a separate identity. Yet – it also part of a collective; an assemblage. It is now part of your home.

Tables are the essence of a home, of a family, of children, of meals and gatherings. Tables sometimes act as desks – for thought and exploration, writing, figuring, and typing. Discussion and timeless exchanges. Tables, as a structure, have been around forever – they have their own agency and sedimentation; their own history.

Tables can be known or described as a kinship object. Kind of fun. How it relates to you, is how you relate to it.

I am still learning, but this is some of what I have learned.

That is all for now. Not really, but I have work to do.

Goodnight. Be well. Much love.

An adorable picture from Beatrix Potter’s The Tale of Mrs. Tiggy-Winkle and her hair-pins sticking the wrong end-out.

Work cites: Sara Ahmed “Orientations Matter.” New Materialism.