Brevity @dantebrevity@wandering.shop

There was this nice woman who worked at out local paper that I'd emailed once or twice. She profiled kids from the high school that won awards or were helping the comminity.

Anyway, some motherfucker shot and killed her along with four of her coworkers yesterday.

I am so, so tired of this bullshit. I am so tired of entitled losers with rage issues thinking they can make the world pay attention to their whining with a gun.

Well, American evangelicals: What does it profit a man to gain a Supreme Court justice, yet forfeit his soul?

In the future, we'll have AI that get their personalities from machine learning. The cheapest ones will be trained on Facebook. I imagine I'll have a food replicator that is kind of racist, but will get pissy if you call him on it.

In North America, the sour cherry season is about 20 minutes long. Luckily, it's right now!

What proceeded was a very delicate conversation where I tried not to dump on a set of beliefs that a lot of people in her life will share (friends, grandparents, most politicians) while still trying to promote Mommy and Daddy's worldview (non-specific theism). I thought I did fine until she concluded the chat with, "Well I want to go to church!"

Our daughter's daycare shares space with a church, but we were careful to ensure that there was no affiliation and that she wouldn't get religious instruction or proselytizing. We thought we were so smart. Until she told me this morning, "Daddy did you know that Jesus lives at my school?"

"Who talked to you about Jesus?" I asked.

"One of the boys at school. Is Jesus really there?"

It would be nice to visit 1066 or 1430 or 1848 or 1969, but I wouldn't want to live then. Unless I can be a rich land-owning white man. And even then: no internet.

Father's Day breakfast in bed. That drink is sparkling lime mixed with grenadine. Breakfast of champions.

Grilling in the summer is lovely, but I have smoke on my hands, in my hair and clothes. I am now one with the fire. And kielbasa.

Classes are over! Just need to get through a day of nonsense with no consequences, then I can sit on my couch and play Skyrim (again).

This week was all about boxing up old books my school has taken out of the curriculum. On the block: Antigone, Death of a Salesman, Slouching Towards Bethlehem.

Tonight I spent an hour chopping vegetables to make a sweet potato, parsnip and quinoa salad that is extremely healthy that precisely nobody in my family but me would eat. Tomorrow I will order pizza and be a hero. My incentives are misaligned.

I just need the school year to end so I can clean and fix my house, get back to exercise, start a diet, read more books, get my garden in order and be truly happy.

My mother-in-law is here watching the Great British Baking Shoe and this Mary Berry lady is a stone cold killer.

If we in education can take implicit association tests, consider our biases, complete training on diversity and equity, why can't law enforcement? Or maybe they do, but their failures are more tragic and public? Whatever, I'm tired of all these dead kids.

A friend is telling me that her English-monolingual father consistently referred to popsicles as "chingaderas" through her childhood. She was unaware of its meaning in Spanish; she just thought it was a funny word her dad made up.

According to NPR this morning, only 1 in 4 white evangelicals in America believe that the U.S. has a responsibility to take in refugees.
Fuck you, hypocrites!

My 5yo daughter is paging through my Netflix account.
"Daddy, am we watch that?"
Star Trek:TNG.
"Yes. Yes we can."