Oct 18


An Earthworm’s Perspective.

This soil tunnel was a big hit for kids of all ages at the annual NaturePalooza event hosted on the east campus of the University of Nebraska.

Staff from NSSC Kellogg Laboratory built a large scale model of the soil, using donated materials and their own artistic talent. Stretching almost eight feet, the soil tunnel allowed children and adults to crawl through and see a realistic representation of what’s underfoot.

Learning and fun go together like soil and earthworms.

Oct 16


Two items we have to tell you about! Two are from the world of books, two are from the world of New York. (That’s right, they’re the same two, because books and New York are a cranky married couple that can’t get enough of each other.)

  1. NY Through the Lens (above left) is becoming an extremely attractive book, and that book is available for pre-sale right now. If you like your New York to be at once intimately familiar and constantly smitten with its own newness, then this book is destined for your coffee table. 
  2. Never Can Say Goodbye (above right) isn’t a Tumblr book, per se, but it’s a fine collection of New York essays (a genre unto itself) and it’s thick with Tumblr luminaries like Alex Chee, Jenna Wortham, Rachel Syme, Jason Diamond, Isaac Fitzgerald. (We stole that list from the perfect Maris Kreizman, whose own essay touches on how her Tumblr, which is both “silly” and “singularly mine,” helped her find her way into the whole New Yorky, internetty, Tumblry community.)

Whew. Two mouthfuls up there, but it seemed important that we let you know about this beautiful stuff that, hey, you’re pretty much already a part of. 

Manhattan skyline photo via nythroughthelens 

Oct 16


Help for Billy: a beyond consequences approach to helping challenging children in the classroom
By: Forbes, Heather T.
Beyond Consequences Institute

And then pep rally happened #littlelearningtoday #soloud #pompoms #kangaroos

And then pep rally happened #littlelearningtoday #soloud #pompoms #kangaroos

Oct 14


My Favorite Things

Oct 14
My grandmother died this past January, and I did not attend her funeral.

I live in Boston now and she lived in Hisarya, Bulgaria, and I could not afford the plane ticket. This is the equation every emigrant tries to solve: distance times the cost of travel equals helplessness equals heartache equals guilt.

I carried my grief like a bruise on a part of my body hidden from others. I told my husband about my grandmother’s passing but did not want to discuss it, and I didn’t tell any of my friends except one, weeks after the fact, in a text message. I could not bring myself to talk about losing my last living grandparent, because talking about her would mean talking about the literal and figurative ocean between where I come from and where I am now.