I had this happen in Syracuse this year. We were parked at a museum—legally parked, I might add—in the morning. It wasn't packed, and it wasn't empty; heavy parking lots always bring the vultures, and empty ones bring on wishful thinkers. My sandy oldsmobile was just one of an unremarkable crowd.

Not that I needed confirmation, but yeah, the wife and I work full time, we're both college-grads, and we don't even come close to the lower-threshold. We live in New York.

Hail Hydra!

I'm finishing my master's of education now, and here's the core piece of advice I've given to others entering the program: you have the summers and winters off. Use that time to pre-read course texts. It makes assignments much easier, makes lectures clearer (and can explain inexplicable instructor tangents), saves you…

Doesn't matter. Tipping still sucks, and contributing to the system, happily or uncomfortably, doesn't alter the veracity of Barret's claim that tipping gets the restaurant manager/owner off scott free by forcing the customers to take on 15-20% more expense on account of their under-paid employees. It's still wrong to…

Yeah but like, gas prices fell a buck. We're all good on hippy dippy daydreammobiles for a bit.

There's a whole list of these teachers are taught not to say, because it alters the nature of a conversation. Such items include,

Food is not love?

"...and then mount dashcams on every car."

The woman in black at 00:27 seems immune. She's an atheist. Get her!

It's the tone of the PR in tandem with the design, I think.

"We've been hearing a lot of discussion from players"

I really like the clarity of point 2. My students often wonder about this, as do my "mentee" friends whom I edit and help with their projects. I don't "do anything" to get in the creative mode. I don't "wait" for opportunity to strike. I schedule a time for it to show up.

Good point. Perhaps she's the proprietor?

Maybe she's the driver.

And yet my wife plays it every night before going to bed. I don't understand why, or what the hell she's doing, but there she is on her iPad, dragging away at the terrain, one layer at a time, and, I think, collecting rent?

Can the title get any lamer? I don't want to print it, and add the the number of uses some SEO spider can grab, it's so awful. But seriously, it might as well be Generic Guns: Time to Shoot.

Why does that first anchor look like she just stumbled out of a fist fight?

Given Oklahoma's track record in the last year, I'm surprised the serfs are even allowed to have Fifty Shades merch.

My wife read it a few months ago, and I got her the sequel for Christmas. And I promised to read the first one. Could be worse!