I like teaching. It’s one of the several weird things I get to do on a regular basis. First there’s my grad school course at Georgetown (totally invented from my head!), then there’s there are the guest lectures that I give all over the country (and now, other countries). I’m incredibly honored to do this work, as I really find it among the most valuable things on earth to offer whatever paltry knowledge I may have amassed during my strange duration on this planet to those at least partially open to receiving it.
I mostly teach what I know: namely, a hodgepodge of intellectual property and copyright history, disruptive technologies and the nauseating grab bag of sheer terror that comes with the federal government trying to walk the fine line between protecting incumbent industries through blunt force internet trauma and its goals of advancing informational freedom abroad.
That’s plenty to talk about, right?
Today I spoke at NYU, and it was lovely. Given that my Georgetown hitch is wrapping up (for now), I’m thinking that NYU would be a great place to park it, at least for a semester. They made a pretty good sale, and I think it could be worth it for me to make the commute once a week. I’d do more, but there’s too much happening in the policy arena in DC for me to justify taking that much time away from the Belly of the Beast. Still, it could be cool to spend the occasional night in the City as opposed to hoofing it straight back to the District, which is what I usually do.
The Georgetown experience leaves me with plenty of questions about my performance. There’s no real way to objectively gauge whether I acquitted myself well, and I find that somewhat off-putting. I suppose that’s what the student evaluations are for. I’ll also be having lunch or drinks with the department founder soon, so hopefully he’ll have some insights to pass along.
At the very least, I enjoy teaching. In fact, I’m pondering whether there’s a way for me to make this the next phase of my life. As much as I love the intrigue of federal policy, there’s only so much one can take before one reaches critical burnout. A vacation would certainly help, but looking at my schedule, I have no clue when that might be accomplished.
Despite the confusion in my personal life of late, one thing is clear: sharing knowledge and information is a real sweet deal. I complain about a lot, but I’ll never complain about this. It’s the definition of privilege, and I intend to honor it so long as it remains an opportunity.