My muse has suffered lately. Rather than the words flowing straight from my brain, down my neck, across my shoulders, along my arms, through my fingertips, and straight into the keyboard, I have struggled. But not now. I have ideas for new entries out the (metaphorical) wahzoo.
Write already, then.
But no. I have no time. The end of the semester is upon me. I have wall-to-wall grading and no room for much else.
Here is a start on the cascade of ideas that have come to me lately. The first is a commentary concerning Michaela Salahi and Teddy Buenger.
Who really deserves fifteen minutes of fame more?
And for the discerning among us, why the period before Fri?