A bit in medias res, but here goes:

This post is almost overwhelmingly provocative. I need to mull it over. I feel a ferocious mull coming on. Good golly Miss Molly. My head just got spun. I imagine Bryan will find my response predictable, alarming, or both.

Yet I must say wow. The connection with pop at the end just feels perfect to me. Perfect. (Even though I don’t yet know how much of the main argument I agree with–or am ready to admit I agree with.) And it casts the conversation/issue in a whole ‘nother light. Not often that I find those kinds of breathtaking connections. Much to mull.

I do need to state here that “playing records” in the turn-taking/fragmented conversation Martin describes was one of the great joys of my adolescence and young adulthood. One of the supreme joys.

I think there are tremendous implications here for education. What they are ain’t exactly clear, but I know that they are.