Text of an email that I sent to Dairy Queen: I went to the DQ near my office the other day in search of a Blizzard. I have enjoyed many of the special Blizzards of the Month, especially the Girl Scout Thin Mint Cookie Blizzard, and I was looking forward to discovering this month’s tasty … More Special of the Month is Not Special
On the way home from work the other day, I stopped at a mostly empty strip mall, anchored by an office supply store and a home improvement store. I wanted to look for a clearance deal on a digital camera and some sort of noxious chemical to keep spiders away from my house. The emptiness … More Desperation is a Stinky Cologne
I recently went to a gathering that included a reciting of the pledge of allegiance. After mumbling through the pledge by rote, I thought about the words. I realize there has been no small amount of controversy regarding the pledge in the last few years, but I hadn’t given it much thought until recently. The … More Pledge of Allegiance version 1.9
My optometrist was going over the results of my Optomap scan with me the other day, and he attempted to assuage my concern over one of my symptoms by saying that it was typical of middle-aged guys. Nobody had ever called me middle-aged before, and I don’t consider myself middle-aged. But that sort of got … More Am I Really Middle Aged?
So, last semester I took MAT187, Precalculus. The course was conducted using MathXL, which is produced by Pearson. I think it’s safe to talk about this now that I’ve finished the class and I have my passing grade. This was an actual test question the chapter quiz on matrix operations. I copied it verbatim when … More Matrix Operations Made Eas[y](ier than necessary), or Always Read the Whole Question
So, a couple of weeks ago, we were having dinner on the patio at one of the restaurants in the Tempe Marketplace. There was a giant screen over the courtyard playing music videos, which everyone was ignoring until Michael Jackson’s Thriller started. Now, I’ve never been a Michael fan. I was in second grade when … More The Congregating Power of Nostalgia