…The iterative practice of regular blogging has its own set of joys. For me, writing begets writing. The blog doesn’t distract from my formal academic or scholarly work. It feeds it. It becomes a form of discipline, like doing sit-ups every morning, a practice I long ago abandoned. My abdominal muscles are flabby, but when I sit down to write, whatever the context, I feel strong.
With any luck at all, the best teachers . . . are the ones who aren’t done learning how to teach.
Interesting comment today by Cameron Blevins:
History and its Limits under Trump
Being a historian right now feels like being kept awake through brain surgery.