Lights for cats

Being trans is embarrassing.

The following poem is about suicide.

For my last birthday I visited the Boulder Museum of Contemporary Art during an exhibition called "Divine Rest Nests".

In a previous blog post I discussed how popular humanist and neoliberal ideals are at odds with "drill-and-kill" techniques that seem useful in early mathematics education and language learning.

I want to force myself to think about and subsequently write about something, and writing about Sophie made me realize that I want to write more about music in specific.

On February 1st, 2021, we learned that the musician Sophie had died the night before, a simple slip and fall.

It feels bad to imagine a student memorizing their times tables, right?

The mobile game LGBT+ Flags Merge defines heterosexual as a combination of man and questioning.

As of today, I've released two YTPs1: Bob Dylan goes electric and Huge Henry's love-hate language.

"We have been expected on this earth," writes Walter Benjamin in On the Concept of History.1 "For it has been given us to know, just like every generation before us, a weak messianic power, on which the past has a claim."