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Maybe I won't be able to sleep. Best, Don Bauder
Kelly sprints out of the hotel, carrying her luggage. I don’t even recognize her. Kelly (not her real name) was always a beach babe, brown hair with sun-kissed highlights, skinny with curves. This girl running ...
You mean the entire world isn't at stake?!
I thought the future of the the entire planet had to be in question these days.
College used to mean something. Everybody who went studied Latin and often Greek. They studied They read the classics of Western Civilization in literature, philosophy, history, natural science, and theology. They studied mathematics. They came out well rounded EDUCATED people capable of thinking and feeling at a higher level than non-college grads.
Then colleges became super specialized with only lip service paid to core education. And then the silly majors started to work their way into the system... women's studies, ethnic studies, musical theatre, communications, et cetera. (There might be a place for those as part of a whole, but not as an education
So now, the only serious work being done is in the so-call hard sciences. But it's being done by a bunch of narrow minded wonks who aren't well versed in philosophy, literature, history, and theology. So they have no perspective for their work.
And college professors... once they were people devoted to the cause of knowledge. Now they're a pack of vultures fighting over the corpse of funding. They work short hours for long money, and their career advancement is based on publishing papers (of often dubious value) rather than on teaching. Half the time, their classes are taught by graduate students.
I haven't even started on the booze-crazed, sex-crazed culture of most campuses.
Why would anyone want to go $100k in debt for the above?
Are you Kundun?
Yes, take it easy my Goodfella, before Hugo nuts with angst and start acting like a Raging Bull. I Casino harm in waiting a few more months for Old Eyebrows and his Gangs of New York film editors to get it right. Meanwhile, don't give in to The Bules. Take a day for yourself. Get a Taxi Driver to whisk you through the Mean Streets down to the Gaslamp for an After Hours drink. Or maybe hire an Aviator to fly you out to a secluded Shutter Island for some some R&R on the beach. Go on a Public Speaking tour and Shine a Light on the virtues of your favorite furry-eyed filmmaker. Take a Voyage to Italy, like some kind of sentimental Italianamerican. Lickona will watch over the blog while you've Departed. I'm certain you'll return refreshed and ready to resume work as The Reader's resident King of Comedy.
The cards that you posted on Facebook essentially say, "You're a fool for having children because they steal your money and freedom during the prime of your life." And when you post that on Facebook, you're inviting responses. You attacked other people's choices to have children (even though you thinly disguised it as a joke), and they responded by defending their own choices. That's nothing to get upset about.
Entry for artcover contest.
Garrett Harris 6 p.m., Aug. 27
Matt Potter 5:30 p.m., Aug. 27
Dorian Hargrove 4:30 p.m., Aug. 27
Garrett Harris 4 p.m., Aug. 27
Bob McPhail 2:30 p.m., Aug. 27
Ken Harrison 1:30 p.m., Aug. 27
Don Bauder 11:30 a.m., Aug. 27
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