Graduation
I guess it is foolish to expect better of our varied and variable institutions, but, as you may have seen, my alma mater invited David Zaslav, currently in the running as one of history’s greatest monsters, as this year’s commencement speaker and he got his ass summarily roasted.
I missed seeing Scabby, but I was happy to be on the picket and happier still that I’d remembered my thigh grease as we walked some 12,000-odd steps in a smallish circle, up and down Comm Ave. It was a good expression of the kind of community that matters to me—in the absence of school spirit, a school fuck off, solidarity with people who believe in better for everyone.
Graduation is also the start of the best time of year in Boston—the brief period when the students are gone but before the height of tourist season. The weather is mostly just right; the same languid, lazy, end-of-semester vibes I remember are still alive and well. Waiting for something to end, waiting for something to begin. 🎶School’s out, for-ev-er.🎶
Programming note: It’s almost my birthday! I’m taking next week off but will be back in June, probably with a review of my birthday.