I went out with colleagues and students last night. Had a great time, the students are wonderful and very different in civilian life than in class. But I’m looking at them and thinking, “God, I so wouldn’t want to be this age again.” I shared this feeling with colleagues but they didn’t agree. I guess their youth was more pleasant than mine.
Facebook is not your friend. For some mysterious reason, I started running into Brazilian colleagues (meaning, academics in different fields from Brazil) everywhere. I don’t know anything about Bolsonaro except for what I saw on Facebook. But the mildly disparaging comments and a couple of jokes I tried to make about Bolsonaro elicited a displeased reaction. I guess he’s not a candidate of uneducated bigots and nobody else, as FB suggests.
I was inducted into an organization as an honorary member yesterday. Part of the induction ceremony was a ritual that involved new members lighting candles from the fire of a larger candle and then reflecting, as we looked at the glow, on the warmth and the light of our candles and their symbolic meaning. The ceremony was rendered utterly meaningless, however, by university regulations that don’t allow candles to be lit in campus buildings. And we couldn’t do it outside because there was snow and winter weather advisory.