This was the most satisfying moment in the game last night. Watching Jacoby humiliate that homophobe was brilliant.
My favorite comment regarding this: “Culliver is so homophobic that he won’t even touch the dudes on the other team.”
Let’s put ourselves in the undergraduate student’s position. Someone eighteen years old, embarking on an academic career, might well ask: Will this world welcome me, welcome my potential abilities? Or am I being trained for a life on a hamster wheel? Is my value simply the value of a hamster that can run, a bioform for the Matrix to plug into and extract my essence for the benefit of a larger machine? Is this world full of possibilities, is it asking me to contribute, welcoming my contribution, valuing me for the things known and unknown that I may one day be able to contribute? Or am I being wronged from the start, treated as a “customer,” which all too often means, alas, someone to fleece?
Is the world full of smart and welcoming adults who are interested in what I have to say, encouraging me to work hard and learn and try things, or is it full of thieves and charlatans who are out to rip me off and saddle me with debt and enslave me before I even get a chance to start my adult life??
Let’s consider this from the educator’s point of view, as well. Doesn’t the quality of a culture rely in part on a deep, dynamic interaction between those who are adults now, and those who will be soon?…
Let me suggest that it’s not the young workers who are being trained wrong. It’s the bosses.
Client: We don’t think you’ve delivered the quality of work that was in the reference video we sent you.
Me: Well, sir, that’s because the reference video had an $8,000 production cost, and you have a $400 budget.
Client: Why would that make a difference?
I just saw Django Unchained last night and I have to say it has my vote for best film of the year. Brilliant.
The part of a book where the title actually starts to make sense.
I re-watched the Hobbit the other night and this remains the most ludicrous yet oddly enjoyable part of the film.
The Sean Beans of our world need our help. They have been crushed to death by secret agents, shot full of arrows by uruk-hai, and beheaded by little snot nosed brats. Help us lead the fight against unfair and unethical treatment directed towards so noble an actor.
Just sold this shirt the other night. I forgot I made it. Now that song is stuck in my head all over again.