Who’s the last person you’d like to see working at your kid’s daycare?

I just can’t catch a break. 

Somebody very important says my CV is like that of an advanced Associate Professor even though I only recently got tenure. I’ve been swollen with pride about this comment for days. I constantly feel like I’m not even trying as hard as I could. And hearing this supportive comment helps.  

Next month we will hit 4,000,000 blog visits on this platform. Who will be the person to effectuate the 4,000,000th visit? I’ll be tracking and will congratulate the winner if he or she leaves a comment while visiting. (I can’t track non-commenters on this platform). I will be posting announcements as we approach the four million so that people can leave targeted comments and claim the title of the anniversary visitor.

Neoliberal economy – instead of a career, you will have Facebook.

Neoliberal politics – instead of collective action, you’ll have delightfully provocative tweets.

Neoliberal justice – instead of any tangible gains, you will have symbolic victories you can post on Facebook and Twitter. 

“Since the dawn of time” I’ve been hepeated and I didn’t even notice. But now my eyes have been opened to this tragic victimization.

Readers, have you ever hepeated or shepeated me? Used any of the ideas you found here? If so, please keep doing it. Hesheitthey-peating makes me happy. I’m a freak of nature. 

My students are geniuses. Geniuses, I tell you, because this is what other people have to contend with.

Thank you, Alex, for the link. I’ll be exuberantly happy to see my students tomorrow because whatever they do, it won’t be that. Or maybe it will but I won’t understand it because their Spanish won’t allow them to express it. 

Forgot the most important thing about the yogurt. It’s made and sold in little glass jars, and the spoon clinks against the jar instead of scraping against plastic. It’s a very nice experience. Also, it’s made directly in the jar and not in a huge vat.

OK, I need to go collect myself because the yogurt made me a little hyper. 

Folks, I just discovered this great thing, and please don’t tell me it’s horrible and I will die an instant death for eating it. It’s called “French-style yogurt”, and it’s fantastic. It’s nothing like the horrible “Greek yogurt” that you see everywhere. It’s more like that delicious thing I tried once in London but without sugar because I can only have the plain variety now. 

So Merkel won, eh? It feels good to be able to cheer the loss of ultra-right nationalism. But it’s sad the the only possible winner is aggressive neoliberalism. 

It’s still a win but a disappointing one. 

I have many weird little hobbies, and one of them is to read blogs and FB pages of Ukrainians who recently moved to Scandinavian countries. It’s really funny because they always start out thinking they are moving to this really great place. And then there is always a gradual realization that they hate it there. You have to work a lot more to be able to afford a lot less than back in Ukraine. Everything is super expensive. Everything in the area of service is downright unaffordable yet of ridiculously poor quality. The possibility of professional growth is non-existent because nobody cares about your hard work and talent. It’s all about seniority. Life is regimented in the extreme. There is no space for standing out, deciding for yourself, etc. 

These blogs are like Bildungsromane in miniature. People have this whole awakening within a couple of years. It’s fascinating.