Ingredients:

1 filet of salmon, about 1–1.5lb, perhaps 6” by 4”

Stuffing:

1 can of lump crab meat, drained

Squeeze of fresh lemon juice

1 Tbs mayo

1 Tbs minced shallot (one small one)

1/3C panko

1 tsp capers

Old Bay, Kosher Salt & Cracked Black Pepper for seasoning

Gear

Butchers twine

Plastic wrap

Preparing the Roulade

1. Mix up the stuffing ingredients in a bowl

2. Book slice the salmon filet. Skin the salmon if it has come with skin on. Place the filet with the skinned side down. With a sharp filet knife, work from the center line outwards and stopping about 1 inch…

Or to be a cephalopod

and go with unduluous

connection instead of

swinging levers to step

in tick-tock, bipedal, motion.

The notion flashes

over my consciousness

like chromatic waves across

a cuttlefish. Integumentary

invention exceeds my grasp,

alas, feet opposite head,

limbs, distal, canted, shuffling

forward.

Masks are medicine.

Can we talk about that?

Most medicines we take work by blocking something. Drugs that do this are called “inhibitors.” What they inhibit are processes that have negative effects like an allergic reaction (histamine cascade). Some drugs can slow or stop a virus from reproducing.

Inhibitors can work in different ways, but the most basic way is to act as a physical barrier, preventing something from entering or attaching to a place in the body. Masks do this mechanically. By putting a physical barrier between the virus and the body it needs to enter to reproduce itself…

It is the end of May, 2020. The United States is confronting a grim future and a brutal past simultaneously. It feels like a culmination of something, and also like a repeat. I want to give it a name here to set a boundary, to describe a limit with the hope of marking an end of an era. Let’s call it the Era of Bad Faith.

In 1920, a name for the previous half-century or so in America began to coalesce: The Gilded Age. That time spanning post-civil war reconstruction created immense wealth as the United States built a rail…

This scaled-down recipe makes four biscuits. It uses a scone trick — namely an egg for added structure in the dough — to make up for the smaller amount of flour to work with. Biscuits are all about mixing. So be gentle.

Dry

1 C. flour

½ tsp baking soda

½ tsp baking powder

Pinch salt

1Tbs sugar

Wet

½ stick of butter, cold

1 egg, beaten

2 Tbs half-n-half

Instructions

1) Preheat Oven to 400 degrees.

2) Sift dry ingredients together in a medium bowl

3) Dice butter finely and cut into dry mix with a pastry blender until…

The sudden shift to remote teaching and learning in higher education and, in many states, in K-12 schools too, seems likely to be a watershed moment. It calls for us to invent an approach to learning that is more resistant to disruption, more resilient.

To be clear, this is work that lies ahead of us. It is not something most of us are doing presently. The work we are up to now, amidst the COVID-19 pandemic and its effects on schools, is more like what my colleague Steve Krause has called “lifeboat teaching.” We are getting by. …

A message from Bill Hart-Davidson

This is a note of thanks and solidarity to our colleagues and friends, from me, Bill H-D, one of Eli Review’s founders. As a company, we find ourselves in the odd position to be helpful in a time of international crisis: the COVID-19 pandemic. But we also want to be clear: this is not a moment to be opportunistic.

I’m writing here with a message that I think is going to be useful in the coming days about a key challenge in teaching remotely. This is something that is so powerfully associated with learning in…

It is March.
The Ides approach, and
I am raking leaves.
It is work that needs doing.

Leathery oak leaves,
wet and matted maple
lay where they fell, late.
Snow in October
fell dazzling on
the saturated palette of Autumn.

Each morning I pass a sign,
askew now from the spray of snowplows.
Faded letters read ‘Fall Cleanup’
with a number that nobody had
a chance to call.

I line up rows of leaves blown against the fence dragging them to the edge of the driveway tarmac. Each pass reveals fresh Earth. The smell of Spring clashes with the work…