About

Bob Shepherd is a writer, editor, graphic designer, and teacher.

Résumé

Name: Robert D. Shepherd, previously known (at age 4) as Bobbie Dale

Contact: Sure, feel free

Address: Various liminal interstices in a truly tiny portion of space-time as perceived by certain Third Chimpanzee lifeforms, e.g., Turtle Island

Position sought: None, but, seriously, thank you

Experience: O yes yes yes! More of this!!!

Skills

• Listening, laughter, song, massage, prayer (pardon the redundancy)
• Monkey dance
• Presentness
• Quietness at center
• Being the eyes, ears, skin, paws, cirri, antennae, mandibles, notochords, tentacles, pilifers, ampullae, lateral lines, pseudo-pods, papillae, flagella, and other sensory and cognitive extensions/manifestations of the One
• Disrobing of fruits
• Rapid phase transitions
• Wrapping burritos, veggie sushi, babies (adept)

Languages

Of some trees and birds, various kami, past/still present laughing masters, several languages of the guitar

Hobbies

Aie yie yie! OMG, of course!

References

Trust your Self on this one! LOL.

Enthusiasms

Curriculum design, pedagogical approaches, open- and crowd-sourced educational materials, linguistics (syntax, semantics, child language acquisition, history of writing systems), hermeneutics, rhetoric, philosophy (Continental philosophy, Existentialism, metaphysics, philosophy of language, philosophy of mind, epistemology, ethics), classical and jazz guitar, poetry, the short story, theater, film theory and technique, archaeology and cultural anthropology, prehistory, cultural history and variation, history of ideas, crazy speculation about the future, sustainability, veganism and vegetarianism, Social Democratic politics, exobiology, odd lifeforms, mycology, Anglo-Saxon literature and language, states of consciousness, systems for emergent quality control, heuristics for innovation

Credo

To paraphrase Tom Joad, in The Grapes of Wrath:

A person ain’t got a soul of his or her own, just a little piece of a big soul, the one big soul that belongs to everybody, and then . . . then it don’t matter. Whatever happens, I’ll be all around in the dark – I’ll be everywhere. Wherever you can look – wherever there’s a migrant family walking a thousand miles to apply for amnesty so that the children can eat and live safely, I’ll be there. Wherever people are shouting down some white woman who called the cops on folks for barbecuing while black, I’ll be there. I’ll be in the way people stood up to the thugs with badges who came to arrest them at Stonewall. I’ll be in every Pride parade. I’ll be in the way trans kids laugh when they’re accepted for who they are, and in the way women walk out on the company that wants to arbitrate away their right not to be pawed at. I’ll be in the crowd taking pictures when the cops are beating up some black kid. I’ll be standing between the woman on the subway wearing a hajib and the young men taunting her. I’ll be in the cell with the guy talking to the law school students who’ll find the DNA evidence to exonerate him. I’ll be at the factory gates with the poor people sick of being sick, of being poisoned. I’ll be with the pigs in the transport truck heading to the slaughterhouse, with the chickens in the battery cages. I’ll be in the next desk over cheering on the kid who writes, “My mind is not standardized enough to formulate the required responses” and nothing else on the standardized test. When the old people march on the capitol to protect their healthcare and Social Security and extend Medicare to all because it’s cheaper and more decent and every other country has done it, I’ll be there. And when the young people working at McDonald’s or Walmart fight not just for a living wage but for a union as well, I’ll be there, too.

 

And a final note: OK, I’ve been turning over ideas for my next career. What do you think? Beauty influencer on Instagram and TikTok because I’m fabulous that way? Japanese pop music idol? Dirigible driver? Cat wrangler? Crow whisperer? King of Thailand? Masked avenger? Low-wire artist? Rock trainer? (“Sit, rock, sit.”) Alienist? Ghost buster? Yoga pants designer? Poet taster? Evolution research and development engineer? Plant psychotherapist?

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