…you’ll never be on time.
We baptized our daughter yesterday. Being an Atheist, I’m not entirely sure where I stand on it. Raised Catholic, I can’t see much harm in it. Family pressure being family pressure, I guess I cannot resist. The reed which does not bend to the wind will be broken.
And I hate to even call it “pressure”. More like it “made my mother really happy”.
And sometimes that’s just enough in the end, isn’t it?
First up, someone sent me a like to sexypolitics.com. I haven’t spent the time to get farther than her glasses coming off. So exciting.
As if that wasn’t uplifting enough, try the FAIL blog on for size. Now you’ll be looking to stick your head in a gas oven for sure.
And lewdness now taught by porn-loving caretakers in Pima County.
Domenic’s has a myspace page. Really. I’m not kidding. -> myspace.com/domenicscycling. Will wonders ever cease? Not fucking likely.
Bill O’Reilly meltdown remix:
And one with Angry Producer dialogue added. I only wish this was how it went down.
At least I don’t have this guys job:
I wonder, sometimes, at the conclusion of a course, when I fail nine out of 15 students, whether the college will send me a note either (1) informing me of a serious bottleneck in the march toward commencement and demanding that I pass more students, or (2) commending me on my fiscal ingenuity—my high failure rate forces students to pay for classes two or three times over.
What actually happens is that nothing happens. I feel no pressure from the colleges in either direction. My department chairpersons, on those rare occasions when I see them, are friendly, even warm. They don’t mention all those students who have failed my courses, and I don’t bring them up. There seems, as is often the case in colleges, to be a huge gulf between academia and reality. No one is thinking about the larger implications, let alone the morality, of admitting so many students to classes they cannot possibly pass. Read more: theatlantic.com
I’ve thought about this one I bit since I first read the article. The question is not whether your students were ready for college level courses when they enrolled in English 101 – rather, the question is, are they ready now that you have been their instructor for a semester.
And that, sir, is on you.
The fact that you commonly, and unapologetically, fail half your students (you do not give them a C or D, you give them an F) speaks volumes to this point. What the hell are you doing at the helm for 16 weeks? Aside, of course, from lamenting your students marked lack of schemata.
They are but empty vessels waiting to be filled with knowledge. Turn on the tap. You might surprise yourself.
Not exactly current news (the article is from April 24th) but ya’ll ain’t here for current events: looks like people might be changing the EPO molecule around to avoid detection. And, after what BALCO was up to, I have no problem believing its entirely possible something like this could be happening.
A French medical adviser facing prison time for inciting cyclists to cheat with drugs says efforts to fight doping are a hoax, and that the market for banned products is in full expansion. Bernard Sainz said in an interview published Thursday that he hoped authorities would crack down on the real culprits saying drug labs are now producing new versions of the oxygen booster EPO without facing prosecution. Read more: pr-inside.com
Sainz talking about the “real culprits” is like OJ looking for the real killers of Nicole Brown Simpson and Ronald Goldman – a bunch of horseshit.
If you want to see what doped cycling looked like in the 90’s, watch some videos of Sainz’s boys in action. And then wonder how they ever got beat by supposedly “clean” riders.
I’ll end it with this guy who calls himself Johnny Heartless.
Johnny Heartless needs to check his math. I was coming in at more like two bills, not a buck o’five, back when I got tapped. I got hurt pretty bad, sure, but I lived. They guy that hit me got five years in jail. That’s where he is now. In jail. And his family is here in town without ’em. Wife, kid, here without him.
Who “lost really bad” on that one, Johnny Heartless? You ready to do five years for knocking somebody up? Is it worth it?
I hope I never meet you.by