Nothing but Flowers
Wednesday, November 19, 2003
 
Every night on my commute home I come up with something I really need to blog about. Something interesting, evocative, and that I know enough about to talk about. Then I get home, check the mail, grab a diet coke and promptly forget everything I was going to write about.
I do the same thing, but backwards, in the morning. By the time I go to work I have composed the Great American Blog Entry. It's simply brilliant. And then I get halfway from my car to work and it is gone.

I linked Despair, INC a while ago. Adding to the proof that I should grow up to be Andrew Taylor he links to it today.
Oh, and while I'm on the subject of The Artful Manager, one of his "uncertain terms" is "the box". You know, the one we always try to think outside of? Or put certain students into?

Sometimes I forget that I live in a nice liberal bubble. And then I read articles like this one from Salon about young adults' opinions on gay marriage. And I remember: I live in a nice liberal bubble.

Salon also tells me that Colorado studying eliminating 12th Grade. I understand their fiscal justification (they'd add a year of preschool), but can you imagine college campus' stuffed with 16 and 17 year olds? That is, of course, provided colleges didn't hold graduate's early graduation against students.

Trust the Brits: The London Telegraph ran this article about museum's recent attempts to over-explain their art. It's an interesting article. You should read it. (don't I always say that? Well, I mean it about this one. So there.)
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