Grand Rapid’s red-wing black bird isn’t a fan of social distancing.
Lessons in Doing Nothing
Last night, someone slept through my class. But it wasn’t a student. It was...
What I Did On my Summer Non-Vacation
Am I the only one, or did some of you feel like your vacation sat on the tarmac all summer? Between masks and protests and swabs stuck up our noses to our brains, the summer of 2020 hasn’t been a relaxing holiday.
Dropped Change
Now, the drop-clothes are gone. The BLM murals blend in with the same-o same-o. The homeless melt back into the concrete searching for dropped change.
My 小家 small house
One more caveat: the instructions are in Chinese, including those for the miniature IKEA shelves which are impossible enough to make when you are using a Philips screwdriver, not tweezers and a glue gun.
Twenty Six Letters
I cannot think of one emoji with the impact of a postage stamp or a font as endearing as Leaky Fountain Pen
Signs of the Times
Hopefully, George Floyd will not be forgotten in a few weeks when people go back thumping their Bibles, and care more about the extra ketchup in a supersized meal than the single mother that handed it to them.
Adverteaching
I’m not a real teacher. I just play one on the internet.
Everything that I know about teaching I learned from advertising.
Stay Away From Me!
As they cut flowers out with paper and transform toilet paper rolls into works of art, Americans will continue to die at a rate of one per minute, still not understanding that man is at the mercy of nature.
Sharing Life’s Lumps
The amount of deaths is like Six degrees of Kevin Bacon. But it’s not six degrees; it’s two. And it’s not Kevin Bacon—it’s the Grim Reaper. And the deaths are limited to people. The casualties include ma and pa diners, graduation parties, and baseball season.