Thoughts on living in times of a pandemic from William F. Pinar

Thoughts on living in times of a pandemic from William F. Pinar

Not spending 90+ minutes driving to the UBC campus (I miss it: not the drive but the campus) has meant more time for work, but there is more work: more emails, more meetings (via Zoom) and, thank goodness, more research time. Maybe too much work, reminding me of the long days I spent writing and typing (yes, before the computer became personal) my doctoral dissertation, a physical feat I repeated just over twenty years later writing The Gender of Racial Politics and Violence in America. Besides age, the number and multivariate nature of my UBC obligations – almost all of them occurring now on screen, not en personne – leave my attention splintered and my eyes glazed. Thank goodness we live in the countryside, so I can punctuate this virtual life with an actual one, with birds chirping, the daffodils now beginning to bloom. But (too much Edgar Allan Poe as a child) the ravens remind me that while I walk people are dying, hospitals overflowing, health professionals endangered through overwork and insufficient protective equipment. More than anything, perhaps, it’s the news that needles me, rotting my resolve to carry on. Time for a walk. – William Pinar, March 26, 2020, 10:40AM.