Apparently this is becoming a necessary weekly PSA. If you don’t want to read, write, and think, that’s fine. But then you have no business being a scholar. Especially if you’re TT/tenured, and especially in the humanities, if you can’t be bothered to do these things, you need to get out now.
My salsa, verde. My tacos, puffy. My fascist President roots for the Knicks. Spurs is six.
Couldn’t stop laughing at husband’s all-time Spotify top song (God Bless the USA, thanks to a kid practicing for a pre-k concert). Karma got me back—mine is “Rocking on Top of the World” from the Polar Express.
Being a parent who cares too much about data is rough some times.