This is not the blogpost I intended for my first contribution to Societal Innovation– that was to come next week. Funny, how life unschedules intentions. The day I began reading other Societal Innovation postings from my University of Minnesota office, six time zones away from Salford, the turbulence, mayhem, riots broke through via Manchester Evening News live blogging – in that beat, my heart leapt straight away to it’s other home, to that geographical place I’d left only a week before: that neighborhood where Churchill Way bends to Fitzwarren Street and from the 14th floor window of a building nooked among flats, the immediate view is of the Lidl Market, but also sweeps toward the Salford Precinct, and offers a long view across the span of housing and parks between to Langworthy Road shops and then onto the flash of the Lowry and MediaCity. Across the next several hours, Twitter, Facebook and GChat kept me in touch with my friends who call that corner home.
For the rest of this week, my brain has been working between the thorough revision of a Teaching in Higher Education course and the thorough tussling about that comes from reading and asking, as always, what’s learning and teaching got to do with this moment? Two wicked problems, really – the first a lovely wicked problem, the second certainly a pernicious wicked problem. And any wicked problem involves conflict, specifically how we (who’s that) approach the work (what’s that) of conflict (please don’t mention that).
So, what if – as a societal innovation – everyone’s everyday thinking included considerations about resistance? conflict? and about their own answerings to my grandmother’s everyday question to me when I pouted or raged or passively shrunk from situations tinged with either of these: What are you going to do about that?
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