Teaching is mostly enjoyable. Grading, though… isn’t. And all my attempts to help the kids (like doing long-form problems instead of multiple choice so they can get partial credit) mean hours and hours of drudgery trying to follow their streams of unconsciousness. Is it any wonder that after the day was over yesterday, instead of buckling down and finishing finals grading, I decided to go out drinking? But here we are, the day after, and I still have a thick pile of papers to work through, and then spend a couple more hours with spreadsheets calculating final grades, and then going through the university’s arcane on-line process of entering all of the grade details… can’t we just solve the Schroedinger Equation instead?

And on the subject of details, one important one is whose birthdays fall on this date, and though notable ones are a bit sparser than normal, there is a guy who made a chunk of my childhood quite painful; a guy I can rightfully blame for how ignorant these kids are; a girl who became a metaphor and a Jefferson Airplane song; a guy who would come close to popping a major vein every time he was on stage; a guy who was inconvenient to Obama and consequently eliminated; some skinny chick who couldn’t sing; a guy whose name has been synonymous with state-of-the-art bass playing; a guy who Wikipedia assures me is a libertarian but is hilariously not; a guy who is the exact opposite of a libertarian; and a woman whose name became a joke but is actually quite bright and articulate.

What is not bright and articulate is the Links, but here they are anyway.

 

I’ll be fascinated to see what happens here at Oberlin East.

 

There are some things so shitty that even Gen Z won’t do it.

 

I wish I could find this story on their Pidgin site.

 

NOW they tell us. The irony, it burns.

 

Biden’s fingerprints (and TBH, not really his, but all the Obama retreads’) are all over this.

 

It’s just high spirits, nothing to see here. Besides, the problem is the Jews.

 

Plant food isn’t going to hurt us.

 

One more long-form Old Guy Music but sooooooo worth it. I remember this club from my teen years (sneaking in) and was lucky enough to see these guys several times before Morgan had an unfortunate marital spat.