I knew Joe Cytrynbaum as a fellow graduate student, a friend, an organizer,
and a neighbor. I knew him as the student asking penetrating questions of the educational anthropologies we read in our doctoral courses. I knew him as a neighbor within our West Philadelphia surroundings, waving hello on beautiful autumn mornings and appearing at weekend get-togethers,
instantly transforming them by his energy, laughter, and warmth. I knew him as the voice at the other end of my apartment building’s intercom system wanting to talk about graduate student organizing, knowing intuitively and clearly that electronic organizing is only