Jim, the musician

Jim and Todd and Boris playing music at an indie record store. Jim is playing Melodica

I knew when Jim and I started dating that he was a musician. Over time I learned that he could play nearly any instrument, that he has nearly perfect pitch, that his biodad was a working musician and that his musical tastes were as varied as the types of instruments that he played and collected.

Over the past five years he’s reconnected with his friend Todd from The In Out, the band Jim played with in the 90s, before he became a father and wasn’t in bands for a while. They’ve been playing together in each other’s living rooms for a bit and a few months ago, somehow, got a gig playing in a record store. I haven’t been to a record store music show (or even a record store) in quite a long time but I trucked down to Florence Massachusetts to go to Feeding Tube Records to see The In Out play their first gig in over a decade, the first time Jim’s played with them this century.

It was neat to just be in a weird record store, hang out with Matthew and Michelle, old friends from Hampshire, and get to see my best guy play eight or nine songs to an appreciative group of indie music aficionados. What a nice time.

On Hampshire

a set of shelves in the Hampshire College library

I don’t usually comment on the news here but people have been texting and emailing and messaging about the news that Hampshire was closing and I have a very specific thought and then some longer ones.

The specific thought is that I have wished, since the original “Hampshire is in trouble!” stuff started in 2018, that Hampshire could have just wrapped it all up with a bow at 50 years (in 2020) and just said “We did the stuff we set out to do, and now we are done.” I understand why they didn’t do that, but just to say I’ve been saying goodbye to Hampshire for a long time.

Hampshire made me into ME. I discovered that I loved library work while I was there, and that librarian jobs could be cool. I made a group of fast friends many of whom I am still in touch with regularly and who have all turned into really interesting, principled people. As someone who felt like a weird misfit in high school–I had friends and hobbies and whatnot, but the overall vibe of that place was not one I clicked with–I felt like I could mostly just be me at Hampshire. I had a lot of Jewish friends who informed me that I, too, was Jewish. I met people from different countries, classes, and backgrounds. I modeled for art classes. I helped lead a marching band to the St. Patrick’s Day Parade in Washington DC. I stayed involved politically and got to learn how to do so tactically and well. I wrote a lot, I met writers. I realized that my strengths as a writer were more expository and less imaginative, which was fine. I studied linguistics and wrote a thesis paper on the use of singular “they” (in 1990!). I didn’t do much there with computers, though I could have. I met the people who would eventually help me make the decision to move to Seattle, and later Vermont. I was the boring student who went there for four consecutive years and then graduated. An atypical Hampshire student. I lived on campus two out of the three summers I was there.

And then, once I graduated and moved away, my connection to the school faded. My communications from them were all about money. I had been a full tuition student, so was clearly on a list of “people with resources” but I think they really should have been talking to my dad. I didn’t understand class at all until I went to Hampshire. I decided it wasn’t worth me continuing to explain that to them, so I eventually stopped interacting with them, asked to be taken off of their mailing lists. I went back for occasional alumni events but more as a gate-crasher with local friends than as an attendee. I was invited to be on a panel of library workers there once. It was good to be in the library again (picture above).

My last interactions with them were a few months ago as I was trying to get my thesis into their digital Archives. I had a scanned version of my paper which I tried to upload (which involved reactivating my Hampshire College email from 40 years ago). There was a lot of tech support involved. However, because I was from an earlier decade, they needed a bound copy of the thesis as well. That’s where I hit a wall and hadn’t revisited Hampshire stuff since.

I have less of a sense of the loss to the world, of an America with no Hampshire College. There are similar places, but nothing is the same. I’m happy they didn’t have to “pivot to AI” in some stupid way like the academic homes of many of my friends. I’m pleased they didn’t get into an ugly wrestling match with the current administration which forced their hand. Above all, I am glad they were decisive, this time. There’s so much which is uncertain and kind of awful right now, especially the not-knowing. I will feel weird with a closed alma mater, though I always feel weird, but in some ways it’s better than having a might-be-closed-soon-but-who-knows one. I dream about the place a lot; that’s unlikely to change. Good for you Hampshire, you helped a lot of people become better people.

Photo of college graduation: Tim Shary, John Elstad, me, Lisa DeGrace, Scott Stockburger, Mike Singer, Joe Schloss, John Kitzen, Dave Wettengel

a poster from a Hampshire graduation which says DIVISION FREE in a typewriter font with a bouncy ball type illustration above it. It is green with yellow.

Eighteen Years

Me and Jim look into the camera. We are sitting in front of Walden Pond.

This is a picture of Jim and me at Walden Pond on our first anniversary which was seventeen years ago this past Sunday. He’s so great.

Tracy Kidder RIP

Black and white photo of Tracy Kidder and my dad both as young men talking in front of a room full of people
Tracy Kidder and my dad Tom West speaking to a room of people in 1983

A few people reached out to me after learning that Tracy Kidder died this week. I knew him when I was younger and he was friends with my dad who has been gone since 2011 so this has been an interesting time to be thinking back to the 1970s when everyone was alive and things were happening. This is a combination of a few things I wrote to people who have written to me this week. Continue reading

Voting Day 2026

a ballot made for children showing a race between Monkey and Robot. There is a writ-in line and a kid has written in "Gecko" and drawn a picture of one

I was correct, Saturday was the most-attended Town Meeting in a long time. I worked the polls at Voting Day, telling people how to put their ballot into the tabulator for six hours. It’s repetitive work, sort of calming really. You get to see everyone in town after a long snowy winter and while I wouldn’t call it fun exactly, I do enjoy it. My kid ballots (above) were a hit. There will be a write-up of the results in the newspaper this week because it’s that kind of town. It’s really the first election in a while where things just worked. No major “wrinkles to iron out” for next year.

I stayed to count the votes (one of the two candidates I was supporting won, the police ballot I was not supporting also won, the library budget did not pass but that was what we were hoping for) and then headed home full of free vote-counter pizza with my social batteries recharged. Already scheming for what we want to do next year. Here is a pretty small set of photos of the two days, since I was super busy.

Town Meeting Day 2026

people sitting and standing in Chandler Music Hall at Town Meeting Day

I’ve been fed up with a lot of things lately, so I’ve been working with a local group of do-gooders to try to increase participation in things like Town Meeting and various civic stuff which isn’t done by paid staff members but also has to get done by someone. Community engagement is kind of my thing, but it’s also challenging work because you get a lot of people with ideas and many fewer people who are willing to turn those ideas into action. This year’s Town Meeting, held a few days before voting day, on a weekend so that more people could attend, was (or felt like) the most well-attended Town Meeting I’ve been to since I started going to them in Randolph back in 2009. I’m not sure if that is thanks to the do-gooders or people are just mad about the police budget (too high) and the library budget (too low). At least no one was mad about the food shelf or the fire department(s) as they have been in previous years. I’ve become a person who stands up to speak, and my group of friends are the people who stand up to speak also. It’s a lot easier being activist about some things if you have a posse. It was a good day.

A new gmail address? In 2025?

In an effort to blog more and also to see if my “classic mode” of WordPress can handle emojis (update: it can’t, further update:YES IT CAN), here is a short story in bullet points and emoji.

  • I found an old copy of my college thesis on generic “he” pronouns because someone was talking about that concept on Bluesky. Was very excited how quickly I could find that document. 🥳
  • Was able to scan it (thanks, my local library!) and share it with researchers. 🤓
  • Decided to ask my alma mater if they’d like a copy for their archives 🤝
  • They said sure, there’s a self-serve digital archive tool, just use my college email address. 📥
  • I haven’t used my college email address in forever, no idea if it still works. 🧓
  • Six IT tickets to get it going again. 🎟
  • Upload thesis. Scrutinize language as to whether AI can be trained on it (probably). ⬆
  • Log in to new email account. 📧
  • SURPRISE, I HAVE ANOTHER GMAIL ADDRESS NOW 😭