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And over at the University of Alberta:
As an academic drag queen, Tommy is uniquely embodied in their scholarship and praxis of teaching and learning and has authored numerous peer-reviewed publications, including their forthcoming co-edited collection of essays on RuPaul’s Drag Race as it relates to teaching and learning.
Tommy, we’re told, has a “decolonial, anti-racist, and equity-driven intersectional vision,” which is just the ticket, apparently. For an Executive Director of a Centre for Teaching and Learning. At a university with serious budget problems and supposedly gripped by austerity. Our cross-dressing educator will nonetheless bring to bear “strategies and resources for positive engagement with gender pronouns,” while prompting the less enlightened to “reflect on whiteness, marginalisation, trauma, and continued struggle.” Against reality, one assumes.
Also, open thread. Share ye links and bicker.
Speaking of educators, I’ve just been watching the candidate forum for my local School District election (it’s a thrill a minute here at Chez DeWynter), with the five people running answering questions put in by audience members. About 5 minutes in came one about CRT potentially being added to the curriculum.
Candidate 1: “It’s terrible, this is why it’s terrible, and I utterly oppose allowing it to poison our children.”
Candidate 2: “We’ve all gotten more emails about this than any other topic, but I don’t care what my constituents want and won’t research it or take a position until I absolutely have to.”
Candidates 3-5: “We’ll rubberstamp whatever the State Board sends us.”
I’d never heard of Candidate 1 before this week and am now willing to crawl over broken glass to vote for him.
I, Hypocrite deserves some kind of award for documenting just how often the ostentatiously woke have mental health issues.
He calls it “depression checking.”
He must have done several hundred by now. And as a result, if you see, say, a left-leaning journalist boasting in print of how she’d expose her children – an 8-year-old and a toddler – to fetishists and exhibitionists, complete with whips, leashes, ball-gags and studded leather thongs, because she thinks this makes her look sophisticated among her fellow leftists, then you can be fairly confident that tweets about depression, therapy and/or suicidal thoughts won’t be hard to find.
I’d never heard of Candidate 1 before this week and am now willing to crawl over broken glass to vote for him.
I imagine this is the kind of thing parents will be obliged to do with increasing frequency. Quite a lot hinges on it.
There’s too much Maddie.
I’m only one episode in, but I have a vague suspicion this may be another season six.
I’m only one episode in …
Oh boy, are you in for a surprise.
I’m not going to spoil it for you, but there is one particular subplot involving two police officers that … well, you’ll see.
Oh boy, are you in for a surprise.
A “Puppy-for-Christmas” surprise, or a “That-stain’s-never-coming-out” surprise?
Definitely the latter, not the former.
At least, that’s how it struck me (although perhaps might not even notice it?)
although perhaps might not even notice it?
[ Splutters indignantly, falls out of chair. ]
That-stain’s-never-coming-out” surprise?
Hmm. I always had good results from Bosch. We’re talking dishwashers, no?
Over at Tim Worstall’s, the Guardian is Guardianing.
Over at Tim Worstall’s, the Guardian is Guardianing.
OK, she is cheesed because now you have to pay £1.46 for a week’s access to use the pond, but body recovery isn’t cheap.
77F, or as we call it, a cool day.
Meanwhile back in academia, you can pay for 11 years of pond access with your “Anti-Racist Liberatory Pedagogy Academy” stipend.
Speaking of dead bodies, the course features noted cop killer Assata Shakur, now enjoying the anti-racism of Cuba.
OK, she is cheesed because now you have to pay £1.46 for a week’s access to use the pond
Note the careful omission of the actual sums involved, as mentioning them would undermine the entire premise of the article.
Needless to say, the Guardian has a history of omitting pertinent facts in order to inspire resentment in its readers.
Note the careful omission of the actual sums involved…
Apparently the 1.46 Imperial Dollars is wrong, now swimming sessions are charged at £4.05, or £2.43 for a concession whatever the latter means in American.
I suppose if one were swimming daily that might be a bit pricey, but I doubt many are, and in any event is probably no more than the gal in the article blows on coffee daily.
I suppose if one were swimming daily that might be a bit pricey,
A season ticket results in a cost of £2.42 a week, or £1.46 a week for low-income concessions, which is hardly a sound basis for indignation.
In addition to the above concessions for the unemployed and people on low incomes,
People who help out with occasional volunteering also get free swimming. Again, this doesn’t strike me as the last word in cruelty.
A season ticket results in a cost of £2.42 a week…
Thanks, I didn’t notice your link at the bottom of mine which I mistook for something official, and I do now know what “concessions” means in hot dog lingo, so I got that going for me.
The people likely to pay full price – all four quid of it – are casual, spur-of-the-moment visitors, i.e., not the people complaining in the article. Hampstead, for readers overseas, is known for its concentration of wealthy people and millionaires, its eye-watering house prices, and “Hampstead liberalism,” a variation of champagne socialism.
Even now the greatest of all Hampstead thinkers and fount of left-wing prejudice, Mrs Dutt-Pauker, will be reflecting on this unjustness as she looks out over the Heath through the tall drawing room windows of her fine white mansion, Marxmount.
She’s not really a load-bearing character, or actress.
I can’t be the only one who finds Madison Lintz annoying, then, and the major weakness of what has otherwise been A Very Good Thing (season 6 notwithstanding).
She seems to have four stock facial expressions: annoyed/angry (furrows brow and pouts); mildly surprised (eyebrows skywards, mouth slightly opens); confused but still willin’ (eyes slide to the right, mouth slightly opens then sets firmly); generically happy (wide-eyed and smiling). Her posture is often stiff and awkward, too. What might once have been slightly endearing in the early days, when Maddie was a traumatised teen trying to cope with her mother’s death and an enforced move to Harry’s House, is just plain irksome now that the character has aged a little. Ms. Lintz is evidently a very limited actress.
It’s probably the right time to end it- Mrs. Oik and I both reckon we can see the shark’s fin in the water ahead, and the engine is revving up…
I can’t be the only one who finds Madison Lintz annoying, then, and the major weakness of what has otherwise been A Very Good Thing (season 6 notwithstanding).
I don’t find her annoying, but I don’t think she’s a particularly gifted actress, no, or charismatic. She does seem rather limited in her range. And season six definitely fell short of the usual standard. I’m not entirely sure why, but it may be the lack of interplay between the parallel threads. It felt… perfunctory. It’s the one season I haven’t bothered to watch again.
That’s that bugger done. Should materialise just after midnight.
So…I’ll play a little Devil’s Advocate here…here being 4200 miles away from the mythical sounding land of Hamstead Heath…as the crow flies…assuming you can find a crow so inspired…whatever a Heath is…presuming it’s as stupidly wealthy as you say, and assuming I were wealthy enough to live there comfortably…I do kinda get why I might be a little…arsed as y’all say…to pony up a measly fist of quid to use something I previously used for no charge (note, I didn’t say free as nothing is free). The bother of futzing with such a small sum seems silly for such a well to do locale. Makes me wonder if it isn’t more of a jobs program or make-work for some gubbermint clowns to employ more gubbermint dependents to collect and track that new income flow. Similar to something I have been repeating as often as possible lately, it’s not the taxing (or in this case fees) it’s the spending.
Not that such specifically is this young lady’s complaint but then we were all stupid 20-somethings at one time. Maybe she has responsible parents (bwahahahaha …I kill me) who put her on an allowance. And this Guardian article was written for a much broader audience than the well off. But again, I’m 4200 miles away so…grain of salt.
And there was much rejoicing
[ Slumps across desk, emotionally spent. ]
[ Slumps across desk, emotionally spent. ]
[ Slides paper plate with dollop of grey sponge on it towards the spent host. ]
That oughtta perk ye up. I think…
[ Slides paper plate with dollop of grey sponge on it towards the spent host. ]
[ Peers over spectacles. ]
Makes me wonder if it isn’t more of a jobs program or…it’s the spending.
Embrace the power of and…what with dredging the dead bodies out and all, according to this Guardian article (I know), it costs nearly 750,000 Imperial Dollars to maintain the ponds, not counting the newly added lifeguards and health and safety crap because of the dead bodies.
Government being government, they’ll get their spondilux one way or the other, either direct fees, or jack up taxes somewhere else.
Tommy is uniquely embodied in their scholarship and praxis of teaching and learning
Praxis? That just means practice. I really think they keep working to come up with obscure words for simple ideas in order to keep people confused and off-balance about what they’re really pushing.
Just when you thought the lockdowns, masks, and other silliness was coming to an end, Radioactive Mutant Hybrid Boars
No word if this is the alpha, beta, or gamma variant.
Praxis? That just means practice. I really think they keep working to come up with obscure words for simple ideas in order to keep people confused and off-balance about what they’re really pushing.
I vaguely recall hearing that “praxis” has a particular meaning in Marxist circles. Maybe someone can confirm/disconfirm that?
a particular meaning in Marxist circles
I’m guessing it stands for “the lies we tell.”
According to this…
I.e., standard commie arglebargle, applied to everything including doing the dishes.
According to this…
So, “praxis” means “practice” but with a revolutionary purpose. That sounds about like what I think I heard.
Thanks, Farnsworth.
No word if this is the alpha, beta, or gamma variant.”
Omega Mu.
They know how to party.
Heh.
An idiot offers idiotic opinion.
Combining the radioactive boars thing and the Marxist lingo thing,
I used to read a nifty little journal called “Isotopenpraxis”.
For relaxation. Yeah. That’s the ticket.
(Physics library, too floor, LeConte Hall. Still my #1 favorite on the list of small libraries at UC Berkeley.)
Hey. That sponge just stole my beer. Wtf.
It’s probably the right time to end it- Mrs. Oik and I both reckon we can see the shark’s fin in the water ahead, and the engine is revving up
Chicago Fire seems to be reaching that point. It’s become progressively more soap-opera-y over seasons 5-6, to the point that it’s no longer quite so unvarnished a positive experience. The “cheaters never prosper” theme has taken a bit of a beating. It remains based, though; after four seasons of allowing his shrewish paramedic wife to control all the important decisions in their marriage, the passive firefighter finally puts his foot down. She responds by ****ing off to Puerto Rico, permanently. He promptly begins banging her hotter, blonde, blue-eyed partner.
A friend’s verdict on his time at U of A ca. 1984: “Many avant-garde types wearin’ it like a badge.”
although perhaps might not even notice it?
Consider it noticed. It would be nice if they could give Grace Billets something to do that didn’t entirely revolve around her being a woman and/or lesbian. I mean, if almost every narrative reason for the character to be there involves the supposed woe and injustice of being female and gay, what you end up with is a dull, rather miserable character.