Sometimes I really question what family ties are even good for. I just learned that a relation I have known all my life is a celebrated blues singer??? This is like the time I learned a cousin I see every single year was also some kind of secret famous grill master.
The after times family reunions need to be straight up speed dating style where you actually *meet* these people you are related to.
I have known you my entire life and somehow no one ever mentioned that you are basically a ninja? That’s what this feels like.
If these people would tell me what they do we might actually have something in common that isn’t high blood pressure.
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I am absolutely stunned at how many men just sit in public and pick their nose. This is why we have the plague right now.
I just stared this disgusting creature dead in his face as he picked his nose in a crowded room. No shame. I’m tempted to photograph him so his mother knows. I mean he is over 30 and cannot keep his fingers out of his nose.
In one of my classes, students wrote discussion guides for their final assignment. They could choose from: Audrey Watters’ “Teaching Machines”; Dan Greene’s “The Promise of Access”; and, Safiya Noble’s “Algorithms of Oppression”. They are very engaged with these texts.
I will use them again in future courses. Questions include: disability access and teaching machines; access doctrine and carceral institutions; and, should librarians give info seekers the answer they want (satisfy need) or the right/correct answer?
In my other course, almost all of the students wrote final reflection papers on Victor Ray’s racialized orgs or Greene’s access doctrine. These frameworks really captured their imagination. I suspect both theories/frameworks will dominate new work.
For those of you who don’t pay attention to how much mainstream country music is both changing and fighting to stay the same, this is the ACM awards right now 😂
They won’t let that death grip on radio play go but they have found every non-white person, however tenuously related to country music, to put on all of their award shows. Next up, CeCe Winans...
I did not know Maren's husband was this fine. Congratulations to you, ma'am. Keep him in those tight pants.
I believe this strongly, as a writer and just as a public person. I never — I mean never — google or search my name. People have the right to talk shit about me! It’s absolutely right that they do so without me creeping up in their mentions. Have at it.
I don’t login into goodreads. I don’t go see what Twitter people said about my book. I don’t troll the anon sociology boards. It doesn’t mean I don’t care about my audience. It means I care about myself, my work and my reader.
Some of this started for good reasons. The mean girl wars of the early 2010s. But it’s become a good practice. People with whom I haven’t entered into a covenant aren’t responsible for how I feel. I let them be.
Literally never reading about whatever it is Bari has done. Thank you.
I just don’t get this whole cohort of people. What are they? Why are they? How come they get to be here? Who can stop them?
I will also tell you a secret: about 60% of the time I have to google who you are talking about when the internet blows up with one of these. I don’t know one from another.