
Thought of this one after witnessing a grown man have a tantrum in public. There but for the grace…
Thought of this one after witnessing a grown man have a tantrum in public. There but for the grace…
In last Tuesday’s newsletter, I wrote about “Comfort Work”:
We talk about “comfort food” and “comfort viewing” but I’ve never heard anybody talk about “comfort work.”
Comfort work is work that I do when I don’t know what else to do.
I know I need to work, but I don’t know what I should be working on, or I can’t work on the thing I should be working on because I’m too tired or depressed or otherwise unmotivated.
Comfort work must be comforting and it must be actual work. This sounds simple, but it’s an odd combination. Comfort work is work I’ve done before that I know I can do, but it still must present enough of a challenge to be considered actual work.
Readers filled the comments with their own forms of comfort work. Read more in the newsletter.
After I posted Tuesday’s newsletter about how I hit an “invisible wall” at the edge of a map of my understanding, I came across these two familiar quotes:
1. “A map is not the territory.”
—Alfred Korzybski (via the comments)
2. “It’s not down in any map; true places never are.”
—Melville, Moby-Dick (misquoted in Bob Dylan’s Nobel lecture)
Filed under: maps
In today’s newsletter, I demonstrate how I use a dry erase marker and a transparency sheet to make poems like this one:
I made this blackout after observing my wife teach my kids math out of a workbook that uses techniques that confuse our Elder Millennial brains. Here’s a decent explanation for why Common Core math problems look so weird:
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