Don't look directly at her. Avert Your eyes. The Gorgon entices, fangs dripping with Darkness nectar seducing with undeniable cherry, chocolate and coffee notes and an atomic hop punch. One glance and she'll turn you to stone, leaving your darkness vertical in the hands of Keith, the brother-in-law-who "doesn't like craft beer all that much". You, a modern-day Perseus, armed with an appreciation for the epic Surly 2020 Russian imperial stout and terrific peripheral vision, must find a way to drink deep. Become your own legend.
Walt Jacobs is the Dean of the College of Social Sciences at San Josà State University. A sociologist, this blog chronicles his journeys in collegiate administration, where he applies his view of academic leadership as both a social science and an art.
"Where is there a pilot foolhardy enough to ignore his hunches?" Markham wrote in "West With the Night" (1942). "I am not one. I could never tell where inspiration begins and impulse leaves off. I suppose the answer is in the outcome. If your hunch proves a good one, you were inspired; if it proves bad, you are guilty of yielding to thoughtless impulse."
Similarly, clouds - their movement, thickness, and relative brightness (or darkness) - provide a palette for thought and even inspiration. To fly among them is to feel enfolded. To fly within them - bumped and jostled by the currents of air that have brought moisture and temperature together just so - is to let oneself be a part of nature.
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