Archive for January 2008
Student to Be Executed in Afghanistan
What the hell is going on in Afghanistan? Sayed Pervez Kambakhsh, a 23-year-old male student of journalism, is awaiting the death sentence after downloading a report from the internet that states the Koran is being misinterpreted to oppress women. He was found guilty of blasphemy after forwarding the report to fellow-students and teachers. He had no legal representation.
Am I missing something? Did we not oust the Taliban and watch with great anticipation on CNN as women cast their ballots to elect a new “democratic” government?
If anyone is interested in learning more, or to sign a petition aimed at staying the execution, please visit The Independent online.
My Man, Obama
I think I have to go with Obama on February 10th in the Maine caucus. His relatively short tenure in politics and “lack of experience” do not give me pause. In fact, I see it as an advantage. First, he doesn’t have a laundry list of Senate votes that could be picked apart and scrutinized like John Kerry’s, who had a contradictory voting record twenty years long. There are no swift boats gunning for him, and he’s playing the race card well; a democratic candidate who happens to be black, and not a black candidate. Besides, what experience did golden boy G.W. have before being picked by the Supreme Court to ruin the country? Oil companies, record executions, and a professional baseball team? Read the rest of this entry »
The Learning Record
The following are questions about the Learning Record, a method of tracking students’ progress in a particular field of study:
1. The learning record could easily be broken-down into two parts: (1) Stated goals pertaining to the course material, and (2) Have I reached these goals? Why does the learning record have to be so complex? Read the rest of this entry »
Question of the Week
Why is belly-button lint always blue?
Shall We Dance?
When I was 23, I wanted to contrive a “chance meeting” with a very beautiful girl that had recently moved in next door. Every morning at 7:00 am she headed out her front door to go for a jog, and I saw the opportunity to introduce myself. “Oh, hey, just walking the dog,” I would say. And, “Oh, she’s so cute!” she’d say, and then the nakedness and rolling around commences. Gigidy, Gigidy. Read the rest of this entry »
