God damn it

I just almost went three days without posting, and I don’t remember the last time that happened. I was about to say “…without serious illness being involved,” but I genuinely don’t remember the last time I missed three straight days. No real reason; I’ve been busy with various things (lots of housecleaning and rearranging going on, and I’m getting the office ready for my new desk, which ought to be here in a couple of weeks) and we’ve had family over for the last couple of nights, but … damn, I meant to post today, at least.

Oops?

Today was better

I am more or less taking tonight off, but I thought I’d let everyone know that my student from yesterday was back in class today and all appears to be well.

Today kinda sucked

Trigger warning: suicide.

Spoiler alert: everybody is OK.

Note that, at least if you’re reading this on desktop, there’s a “pages” link underneath the like button at the bottom of the post. Or you can just click here, I guess.

Small victories

I’m not going to get into the details, because it’s a very long story and not rewarding enough for its length, but I found out about a week ago that I had to give a final for the first semester to my two Honors Algebra classes. That’s not a typo– the first semester. The one that ended two months ago, at the end of December. I was, to put things mildly, not exactly chuffed with this development, particularly since we were already behind and this was going to cost us even more time.

I am exceedingly pleased to announce that, given a total of five days of class to review an entire semester of material, most of which I had not directly taught because I did not work there when the material was presented, and a fair amount of which had never been presented since they went over a month without a teacher, of my 32 Honors Algebra students, 30 passed the exam, one has not taken it yet because she was ill, and all but about three got a C or better.

This is great for them, and not for nothing, it makes me look pretty fucking good too.

God, do I love teaching kids who want to learn.

On boycotts, again

I am, and have been for many years, boycotting Chick-fil-A.

Why? Well, you probably already know: the company and its ownership are far too mired in anti-LGBTQ bigotry for me to be willing to give them my money. Critically, I would like to give them my money, as their chicken is fucking delicious and I have two Chick-fil-A restaurants within easy dining distance. I am both capable of eating at Chick-fil-A and, were they to recant their bullshit, entirely willing to eat at Chick-fil-A. I miss their Goddamn sandwiches. That is, you see, what makes it a boycott. I’m also not eating at Jack In The Box. They don’t exist in my part of the country, so it’s not a boycott even if they gave all of their proceeds directly to Nazis. I don’t eat at Applebee’s despite their easy availability because by and large I think their food is garbage. That’s not a boycott either.

I am– and this is far from the first time I’ve said this here– not willing to call something a boycott unless I am deliberately withholding my money from a business or other organization, for political reasons, when in the absence of said political beliefs I would be both willing and able to spend my money with that business or organization. And before I wrote this post I actually sat down and spent some time looking into Tesla to see if I could afford one. The surprising answer: under certain circumstances, yes, so the fact that I will never willingly purchase a Tesla because Elon Musk is a shitstain actually takes precedence over the fact that they have that weird habit of catching on fire or running children over. I wouldn’t buy one if they were good cars. Which kinda makes me think I should rework my definition a bit, because there needs to be som room for “This thing sucks and I hate it, but even if it didn’t suck I wouldn’t buy it because politics.” It’s also kind of weird to talk about boycotting something like a car company, where I’ve had the same car since 2018 and have no intention of replacing it anytime soon. I’m not buying another Kia anytime soon either, and I drive one of those right now.

But anyway. That’s actually not the point.

I just today became aware of an app called Goods Unite Us, which purports to allow you to look up companies to find out where they direct their political contributions that you can … well, so that you can do whatever you want with that information, I suppose. And what triggered this post was me thinking about exactly how far the don’t want none won’t be none policy goes, and whether I should be applying it to corporations. That’s always been my policy regarding people; J.K. Rowling and Dan Simmons and Orson Scott Card and insert whoever here have all made it very clear that they are boils on humanity’s collective asshole, so I don’t read their shit any longer. It’s entirely possible that any of the authors I do read torture puppies in their spare time; the deal is, I’m not gonna go looking, but if you make your jackassery clear in public, well, I’m going to respond accordingly.

But what about corporations? Is the line there the same? I mean, the single corporation that I spend the most money with is absolutely Amazon, and it’s not close, and I know Amazon is shady as fuck, beyond a shadow of a damn doubt. Has that altered my behavior? No. The second-highest, at least before I start looking at bills, is my local comic shop, and the owners run the place. I have abandoned a comic shop in the past when the owner turned out to be an asshole, but I’m pretty sure that’s not going to turn out to be the case with these folks. Beyond that … Target, maybe? A restaurant of some sort? Verizon? Are we counting the bank that holds my mortgage? My local credit union?

And the thing is, capitalism (and America) being what they are, I know full and Goddamn well that if I look hard enough I’m going to find something shitty about just about everybody sooner or later, or at least “everybody” in the context of large companies or corporations. How much research do I owe it to myself/my ideals/whatever to do, and where’s the line on corporate malfeasance? Like, it’s interesting to me that I dropped Chick-fil-A when on balance Amazon is almost certainly more destructive than they are. But CFA’s evil is specific, and I can point to how what they do harms friends of mine. Amazon is shitty but I’m not sure I can point to a specific policy of theirs that has caused harm to someone I know. They treat their workers like shit and are viciously anti-union; I am myself a literal union member, but the one person I know who worked at Amazon actually liked the job.

There is also the minor detail that part of the reason I use Amazon for nearly everything nowadays is because Amazon has been so destructive and has made it so difficult for brick and mortar businesses to stay alive. I don’t go to a brick and mortar any longer unless I know I can find what I’m looking for there; the notion that I might hit three or four stores looking for something is just no longer a part of my experience.

I dunno. I’m mostly thinking out loud here, and I find it useful to occasionally step back and examine my decisions and thought processes on these things once in a while. What about you? Will you use that app? Under what circumstances?

Two quick things

  1. I’m on Spoutible now, if that’s relevant information to you. I’ve not explored the service other than creating the account, and I’m not sure what distinguishes it from the umpteen Twitter clones out there, but feel free to follow or recommend others to follow if you use it.
  2. The Zincirli fundraiser is up to $33,000– I believe it was just at 20K or so when I posted the initial announcement a few days ago– and is still live. If you were considering donating, the funds are still very much needed and appreciated.

Ooh, I know this one

WordPress has been doing these post prompts for a while now, and I’ve generally ignored them, but today’s kind of entertained me: “Is there anything you feel too old to do anymore?”

Motherfucker, everything. All of it. I’m too old for all of it.

I asked my wife earlier today if we had any plans for today. She said as far as she knew, we did not. I said I wanted to do something.

“Okay. What do you want to do?”

Thinks for three seconds.

“Never mind. Nothing.”

I don’t want to leave the house, I want to be home, after having left the house and having done something, but I don’t actually want to participate in the activity itself. I just want, like, the memories.

I dunno. It’s weird– I just read through like two months of blog posts and it really feels like I’ve spent the entirety of 2023 just completely miserable. That is, I swear, not the case; I’m just really tired and working a lot, and I’ve been sick off and on a couple of times. I went to work five days this week and I think between actual days off, sick days, and various and sundry trainings and meeting days it might be the first time this year. But I got up every day this week and went to work and didn’t have to force myself, and the fact that the next two weeks are four day weeks– four days, then a four-day break for Presidents’ Day, then four days– is not my fault. But we’ll see if I can put together thirteen straight days where I don’t have any reason to call off. That would be nice.

Thursday cover song

Trust me on this one.