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Yearly Archives: 2025
Abraham’s Smirky Smile
Sat, 26 Apr 2025, 06:12 PM (-06:00)
1. Precalculus Abraham came to class every day, always on time. He paid close attention from his seat at the back of the room. He took notes. He wasn’t afraid to ask questions. He did the practice problems and meticulously showed his work. Still, his test scores were mediocre. He was putting in a huge […]
Attendant Contagion
Thu, 17 Apr 2025, 08:46 PM (-06:00)
There is perhaps good news in this unambiguous appeals court rejection of the White House. Written by seasoned conservative judge J. Harvie Wilkinson, each sentence burns with quote-worthy language suggesting that we ought not abandon hope, that the judicial branch might yet say no, recent tentative facilitating wishy-washy-ness from the Supreme Court notwithstanding. I reveled […]
Leadership. Courage.
Wed, 26 Mar 2025, 06:53 PM (-06:00)
John Gruber on the difference between leadership and the Washington Post and The Atlantic: If it had been a Washington Post reporter who was inadvertently included on the Trump national security team’s Signal group chat, would they have run the story? No fucking way with that abject lickspittle coward Jeff Bezos running the show.
Jackson
Mon, 10 Mar 2025, 12:22 PM (-06:00)
Jackson was loud. His low, raspy voice would wake you up as good as coffee. It must have done that with the students in his math classes. And his athletes at practice. He could get the kids to listen. With his booming voice, he would coax them to the whiteboard where they would solve math […]
Pledging Allegiance; Salivating In Rapture
Sun, 9 Mar 2025, 11:49 AM (-06:00)
I do not pledge allegiance to the flag. I pledge it to the republic for which it stands — one that is withering away. The constitution in which we had so much prideful confidence, which we boasted was a template for others, which led us in blind hubris to claim to be so exceptional, that […]
Ham and Cheese Croissant
Fri, 14 Feb 2025, 09:03 AM (-06:00)
“Mr. Hasan?” An algebra student was walking from the doorway to the front of the room, where I was standing at my desk. “Yes?” “Would you like a ham and cheese croissant?” “What!? Yes! What’s the occasion?” “Valentine’s Day, Mr Hasan!” “Oh gosh. Thank you.” I so needed something like that.