I know I'm wrong about the New York Post Editorial Cartoon
I know I'm wrong about the fourth wall
I know I'm wrong to use "Straight White Guys" as a blanket term
I know I'm wrong about facebook
I know I shouldn't end a sentence with a preposition, even though it's generally acceptable now. As an English teacher, it's my duty to be a last holdout on things like this, like the English Teacher in "Frindle."
I just don't feel much like arguing, lately.
And I'm anemic, that's why I have to eat hamburgers. I could die.
English or Math?
We were fighting over which was better for expressing complex ideas, English (which is unruly, but apt) or math, (which is precise.) Dan translated a line from The Love Song of J Alfred Prufrock into math. We gave that to a mathematician, who decoded it. But the question remains unresolved. Please weigh in...
The Theorem
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