An idea and a question
In Which Your Humble Blogger forgets to repeat his great line about the economics of higher education.
In Which Your Humble Blogger forgets to repeat his great line about the economics of higher education.
In Which Your Humble Blogger hadn’t written an Independence Day post for years, and was only saved by the intervention of the Egyptian Army from writing about Robert Heinlein’s moon.
In Which Your Humble Blogger believes that people are different, one to another, and that’s what makes the world interesting and fun, and difficult to teach.
In Which Your Humble Blogger is really just attempting to spread the word that misbehaviour of this kind is no longer being tolerated in academia.
In Which YHB is being followed by an NSA contractor/I’m being followed by an NSA contractor/I’m being followed by an NSA contractor/and I don’t like it very much.
In Which Your Humble Blogger does not use the phrase ‘the Mayor had a guy whacked’ even speculatively.
In Which Your Humble Blogger is also concerned about the sock-tuckers, coke-stackers and of course those pleasant sons who pluck the pheasants.
In Which Your Humble Blogger is proud. And ambivalent.
In Which Your Humble Blogger is fucked with, and that makes him sad.
In Which Your Humble Blogger doesn’t really get the thing about drones.