The bubbles of Bushwick are majestic. I've seen bubbles sailing off rooftops, I've seen bubbles swirling around my feet while standing in line for Roberta's Pizza, and I've seen bubbles fly out of the Morgan Avenue subway station. Bubbles everywhere, and everyone seems to love them.
Clutching a teddy bear in one arm and a balloon in another, the little boy with a deep scar under his eye looked up and asked in Arabic, very gently... almost a whisper: "Khala (aunt) Rym. Can I have toothpaste for my sisters and I?"
It's amazing how many similarities there are between what happened in housing and what's happening in higher education. Considering the causes and outcomes of the housing bubble may help inform what might happen in higher education.
When was the last time you noticed and appreciated a bird building a nest, the color yellow, palm trees swaying in the wind, an extra 15 minutes when a meeting gets done early, sleeping in, stories from a senior citizen or hitting every green light?