This last weekend was Muskie Days, the annual celebration in my hometown of Nevis, and it corresponded with the 100th anniversary of the Nevis School. Such great fun. I saw so many people I haven't seen in years, caught up with classmates, got to see their kids. And I got to hang out on Sunday with my high school history teacher, Larry Smith, and his wife Julie--their daughters are the same age as my sister K2 and me. I sometimes still have a hard time calling Mr. Smith by his first name. But we got to talk history and politics and as we did, I was reminded of how much difference good teachers make. The last of my English teachers retired this year, after 38 years. Another of my English teachers MC'd the opening ceremony. I reread my senior yearbook and saw that my science teacher wrote that he hoped he hadn't turned me off to science--and I wished I could have seen him this weekend, because I think he'd be as surprised as I am that most of the classes I'm teaching are science related in some way.
But Mr. Smith--Larry--told me a while back that he was curious about my Natural Disasters class and wanted to see some of my materials. I'm in the process right now--as I'm still trying to pry my eyelids open and focus my eyes--of sending them to him. But the reason for this post is that the universe seems to align when it's supposed to: last night on the Daily Show and last night on the Rachel Maddow show, two different segments on energy policy. I wish I could consider the Daily Show segment funny (though I will always love John Oliver), but it hits too close to home, too close to existing arguments about the value of land, resources, and commodities.
So, here's your food for thought for the day: