New book on “teachers” gives only one important lesson

I’ve just finished my latest read, Alexandra Robbins’ The Teachers: A Year Inside America’s Most Vulnerable, Important Profession. With a subtitle like that you know it’s got to be good, right? And just look at those celebrity blurbs on the back!

This is the problem with teachers. Er, The Teachers. I thought it was good… until I read it. Think every blurb writer read this piece of garbage?

Let’s hope not.

Teachers begins with the premise that the titular profession is under attack, and so are the players themselves. Sometimes literally.

Ms. Robbins intends to show this. And she does. No doubt with some hard-hitting research, like doing a Google search of “sensational news stories about teachers.”

Brilliant.

Actually, there’s a great lesson here. English class lesson. Vocab word: self-fulfilling prophecy. I want to prove a certain thing, so I will open one eye and find examples to fit my hypothesis. And after I’ve found enough news articles, I go out and make a few of my own, going “undercover” with my biases in mind. It’s the teacher equivalent of Nickel and Dimed.

Want to make teaching look hard and its brethren suffering? Take the most wild examples you can find from the news and cobble them together under a fancy book jacket. Use some tearjerker anecdotes to string the narrative along and you’ve got a bestseller.

It is worth noting that many of the tearjerker anecdotes involve teachers being “underpaid,” or some similar description. Potential remedies for such include things like, well, finding money on trees I guess. To those who’ve taken Econ 101, that’s just as laughable as “underpaid.” Nobody’s underpaid for a job with a voluntary contract. Are we drafting teachers these days like conscripts of ancient wars? Public school teacher is not a gig one accepts under duress. Like every government job, there’s a line out the door with people clamoring for it.

So yeah, read Alexandra Robbins’ The Teachers if you’re looking for a little escapism or to pat yourself on the back a bit more because you gave 50 bucks to some charitable cause at your kids’ school.

Be nice to your kids’ teachers, sure. But it’s not anything to write a book about.

Biggest news of the weekend

Why it took them 55 years to come up with this I’ll never know, but the folks at McDonald’s have done the possible and started offering Big Mac sauce a la carte. Like, you just want the sauce on the side.

The sauce is what makes the Big Mac, let’s face it, and now through the magic of capitalism one can enjoy it with or without the meat, bread, and cheese. (Not to mention the lettuce, pickles, onions, and sesame seeds.)

Forget the politics and international intrigue today, this is page one.

One hundred in the books

I’m always one for celebrations, and today’s is a good one: the 100th episode of Math and Musings.

Today’s story takes place in the old country, Binghamton, New York.

There’s danger, heartbreak, chivalry, intrigue, and a plot twist you won’t want to miss.

The show’s the story of my life 15 minutes at a time, and this quarter hour is a particularly good one.

If They Read This…

Front-page headline of Loudoun County Virginia’s paper of record (that would be the Loudoun Times-Mirror) this week reads: “If They Build It…”

This is a reference to the aforementioned stadium project (potential one, anyway) in my backyard, potentially the potential home of the organization formerly known as the Washington Redskins.

If they build it. Like some mysterious Field of Dreams-like spirits are coming to Loudoun County and building the stadium themselves.

As alluded to Monday I have no doubt this project would include a heavy burden on Joe Q. Taxpayer, whom I suppose politicians would rather refer to as “they.”

Sounds so much nicer than “your wallet.”

Snyder STILL owns the team?

I leave for a few days and I figure by the time I get back somebody else will own my local NFL team. (That would be the Washington Commanders.)

We’ve been hearing about a potential sale for years, though this past week it really seemed imminent, as even folks outside the DMV were expecting this thing to happen. (News has even reached Binghamton, New York.)

More interesting for me, of course, is the issue of a potential new stadium. Like, new stadium possibly in my backyard.

And it’s the classic thing-I-want versus thing-I-believe-in, as my personal desire to see that stadium built (no doubt at taxpayer expense) conflicts with my political principles that say such things are borderline criminal.

Hmm.

This real-life event reminds me of something I saw on television not long ago. (Actually it was very long ago.)

If you’ve never had the pleasure, do yourself a favor and watch the final episode of the BBC’s Yes, Minister from 1982. This “football”-themed episode was Ted Lasso before there was Ted Lasso, and damned if it isn’t still relevant today.

Though I really don’t think something from 1982 should be considered old.

My mind was blown

The only thing better than a new episode of Ted Lasso is when said episode channels one of my all-time favorite cartoons, the Disney classic Donald in Mathmagic Land. (If you grew up in the 20th century you saw it in your math class; here was my take.)

Worlds colliding, so beautifully. And this was only a minute and a half of a stellar one-long episode. Unusual, yes, but everything we expect from Ted Lasso. It’s not really just Ted’s story anymore; there were half a dozen side plots last night worth your time.

But damn that cartoon sequence topped them all.

This week’s report on unusual food items

I’m thinking about making this a new feature: report on unusual food items.
Report #1
Intel gathered April 16, 2023, re: new menu item at Little Caesars… Pretzel crust pizza.

Wow. One wonders why this took so long, but hey, it’s here now. Unbelievably the crust is somehow the worst part. It’s the nacho cheese sauce, or whatever that yellow goo is between the cheese and the dough that brings it to another level. What evil genius came up with that one!? I’m never eating tomato sauce on pizza again.

Not to be outdone, hours later at McDonald’s… new menu item called the McCrispy. It’s a straight ripoff of the Popeyes chicken sandwich. In other words, it’s delicious. That is all.

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There’s got to be something between episodes of Ted Lasso

Three new baseball documentaries I’ve seen recently have one thing in common:

old guys.

Old guys playing baseball.

A long-ass time ago.

Right up my alley.

A few weeks ago I reported on Last Comiskey, pet project of one Matt Flesch, just a regular guy who one day thought he could produce and direct a baseball documentary. I aspire.

Since then I’ve also seeing Facing Nolan, Netflix-backed puff piece from the Ryan family on strikeout king Lynn Nolan Ryan, and Reggie, Amazon-backed puff piece on strikeout king Reginald Martinez Jackson. (Struck out a lot but he hit a few dingers too.) “Puff piece” here isn’t even really a knock, just a statement of fact. Heck, Last Comiskey is a straight-up love letter to Comiskey Park and I think that one’s the best of the lot.

For what it’s worth, all three are worth your time.

Gotta watch something between episodes of Ted Lasso, eh?