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Random sortie of lame bullets:

• Over the weekend I was riding my bike through the city and ended up right in the middle of an attack by a large hawk on a cat. It was very strange to see this in the middle of a city. The cat got away without harm, escaping to a drain tunnel. I think my sudden appearance disrupted the attack. The person I was riding with said that we just saved the cat's life. I replied that maybe we just starved a big bird.

• What the iPod shuffled as a playlist while I just washed the dishes a few minutes ago:

1. Fruit Bats, The Wind that Blew my Heart Away
2. Rolling Stones, Wild Horses
3. Hank Williams, Long Gone Lonesome Blues
4. Wilco, I Must Be High
5. Old 97's, St. Ignatius
6. Destroyer, Beggars Might Ride
7. Lyle Lovett, This Old Porch
8. LCD Soundsystem, Disco Infiltrator
9. David Cross, a comedy routine about The Simple Life, Terrorism, and Freedom
10. Johnny Cash, I'm So Lonesome I could Cry

• Why do we have to always turn in all of those annual reports and self-reflective apologies about our student evals and publishing records right in the heart of the Spring semester?

• My chair did not seem amused when I pointed out that I taught more students this school year than all five full professors combined. I was just trying to make the case that I'm worth a couple thousand extra dollars. Collectively, those professors make about 12 times my salary. Throw me a bone.

• I almost never go shopping, but I needed new shoes. I went to the shoe store and came back with four pairs: one for exercise, one for hiking, one for hanging out, and one pair of sandals.

• Even though many of my students aren't doing well in my classes, they don't seem to be blaming me for their bad marks.

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