I haven’t written much lately; I’ve been quite quite under the weather. Finally, pulling out of it a bit…
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This article about public (private?) children’s educational structures really rang a bell
Superficially, this article is about “why nerds are unpopular”, but it also deals with the endemic structural problems with educational institutions in general. Which I tend to agree with. I thought junior and high school was a prison then and I think so now. The high school kids that I see on the public transit in the morning don’t seem particularly happy to be going there. They don’t seem like monsters either.
coughcough
ye olde phlegm factory, been rarin’ all these past corple days. makes the head to sneezin.
It makes sense: a theory about WHY the war with Iraq.
Sadly, I tend to believe that most geopolitical craziness in the world boils down to a simple: where is the money going? It seems like a good beginning place, anyway.
in me very own towne
ah…. those evangelicals….
I’ve been inside the house, so to speak. I’ve seen it first hand (as in the first person) and been witness to the social awkwardness caused. Did I learn this the hard way? Perhaps, so. But only partially. Like me mom said from time to time: “You catch more flies with honey than you do with vinegar.”
Try to imagine the kind of person who would use vinegar to catch flies… And why would you even want to? With honey, the catching isn’t the thing. You can’t KEEP THEM AWAY. I don’t know what I’m trying to say here, though. So I’ll just stop.
pretty pretty quislings
the dove and the hawk
Eye-droopingly dull economic summary
*Granted, my understanding of economics is sketchy , at best. Perhaps I should run this by my mum. Oh, and if anyone feels like reading this quite lengthy article and issuing a rebuttal, I’d be happy to hear it.
halfpikes and rumplytods
trust the mechanicals to make a box of it,
eluding contrary brown fields of rice
all the hunting dogs ride down
dying long sheets of paper bright red
juggling clamshells with a beggar’s ease
in spite of, though instead of
all the fumbling gasps at heaven
pete’s left his keys at the gate again
there’ll be no fetching the rollyball now
all the giant’s raging, storms
and beaching whales brigade
fiddle-dee-dee
bash the crankshaft open with your hammer
we’ll never get these melons to market
broke down on the shores of Monteczuma
shoals of goats–yikes!–wave in herds
further, the bardo’s long face just strums,
his mouthwhistle longing for the old ‘stache