In the wake of news that Bank of America and other such noble institutions were planning on charging exorbitant monthly fees for debit card usage, this gentlemen offers a way for us plebeians to gently, yet effectively voice our displeasure. I’ve heard that BOA specially has reneged it’s plans due to public outcry, which is great, I guess. BUT I motion to stick it to them whenever possible.
I’d update this more regularly if I knew that my sister wouldn’t be the only one reading it, besides three or four porn bots. It’s ok, I suppose. I’ve learned that a bunch of my students have migrated to tumblr, which was surprising to me (because they’re lame). Trying to get followers on twitter is harrowing and pointless enough, so this platform will serve as probably nothing more than a thought dump and platform for silly pics of dogs that look like wookies.
My furry son of fury.
Bill Nye, the harmless children’s edutainer known as “The Science Guy,” managed to offend a select group of adults in Waco, Texas at a presentation, when he suggested that the moon does not emit light, but instead reflects the light of the sun.
As even most elementary-school graduates know, the moon reflects the light of the sun but produces no light of its own.
But don’t tell that to the good people of Waco, who were “visibly angered by what some perceived as irreverence,” according to the Waco Tribune.
Nye was in town to participate in McLennan Community College’s Distinguished Lecture Series. He gave two lectures on such unfunny and adult topics as global warming, Mars exploration, and energy consumption.
But nothing got people as riled as when he brought up Genesis 1:16, which reads: “God made two great lights — the greater light to govern the day and the lesser light to govern the night. He also made the stars.”
The lesser light, he pointed out, is not a light at all, but only a reflector.
At this point, several people in the audience stormed out in fury. One woman yelled “We believe in God!” and left with three children, thus ensuring that people across America would read about the incident and conclude that Waco is as nutty as they’d always suspected.
This story originally appeared in the Waco Tribune, but the newspaper has mysteriously pulled its story from the online version, presumably to avoid further embarrassment.(via rotegarde)
2614 Friday is yet another moving day. A day I enjoy as much as Root Canal Day, DNA Match Day, and Oil Change Day. This move brings with it some wild optimism, namely getting the fuck out of my current situation, and also the company with which I’m moving (future wifey).
Being nomadic ain’t bad, as life out of balance can be fun and fresh. It’s just that as you average 1.5 moves a year the past 10 years (no exaggeration), you tend to shed everything but your most material of material possessions. I own NOTHING, save for my car and Apple products. Literally. I have a desk, books, some records and a buttload of clothes. I travel light.
This go round, I find myself making that “fresh outta grad school money” which means that I will indeed have a place to sit down in my new apartment (new couches), and will be able to watch Twin Peaks on Netflix on something better than my 13 inch MacBook (new LCD boyeee). Basically I’ve spent more money on goods the past 3 weeks than I have in 30 years. I never thought that paying for something would make me proud, but it feels pretty decent to own something more utilitarian than my iPad.
Come over for dinner sometime! Donations accepted at the door.
Ever have one of those weeks when you feel like you run into Dennis Hopper every day?
1 Tomorrow we have our international food celebration for a school full of maladjusted teenagers who would rather mug an Ethiopian cab driver than take the time to learn what type of bread he eats.
I do a lot for my students daily. Grab a bagel for Joey, a cocoa for Jenny. Share my lunch with Jebidiah. I’m an alright dude who is comfortable being a lower middle class lifer doing what I love to do.
Then why is making a 3 dollar package of falafel tonight such a moral jihad?
I don’t care that they won’t appreciate it. I don’t care that they’ll probably swear at me inquiring about them tomorrow. I’m numb to that stuff. I suppose it’s that we’re trying to open their minds (and mouths) to something bigger than their shitty world by shoving grub from Thailand into their lives. And maybe that’s fine.
I just don’t think that making them something from the Middle East will make them think twice about calling someone a ‘sand n-word’ next time them go buy butts at a convenience store.
Happy International Food Festival Day!
Student: If you had a pet bear, would you dress him like Boba Fett?
Me: Yes. Absolutely.
We drink and bowl heavily.
