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Tuesday, May 25, 2010

Nausea from my world...

A student recently commented anonymously in my evaluations for a class I taught this past spring on MACROECON 101: "He knows so much about this subject that he is forcing us to learn so much more than the other sections of the same course, and we are suffering."

So, learning = suffering. I don't really know how to respond to that except to ask...Dude, how far in life do you think you are going to get when your main concern is not how much you are learning but rather how much you are doing compared to others? Equality is murdering excellence everywhere in our world. Especially in the minds of our young.

Monday, May 10, 2010

Lessons from the Great Depression.

Here is a series of papers from a recent Conference in the UK at the University of Warwick regarding current policy lessons from the Great Depression. All are on the top of my reading list.

Friday, May 7, 2010

Any Questions?

Folk wisdom from Larry the Cable Guy.

So says Larry:

"Even after the recent Super Bowl victory of the New Orleans Saints, I have noticed a large number of people implying with bad jokes that Cajuns aren't smart.
I would like to state for the record that I disagree with that assessment. Anybody that would build a city 5 feet below sea level in a hurricane zone and fill it with Democrats is a damn genius."

Sunday, May 2, 2010

Oh my God! Hit the button!

Race Track Humor....

A group of second and third graders, accompanied by two female teachers, went on a field trip to the local racetrack to learn about thoroughbred horses. When it was time to take the children to the bathroom, the girls were instructed to go with one teacher and the boys with the other.
The teacher assigned to the boys was waiting outside the Men's room when one of the boys came out and told her that none of them could reach the urinal. Having no choice, she went inside, helped the boys with their pants, and began hoisting them up one by one above the urinal.
As she lifted one the last one, she couldn't help but notice that he was... unusually healthy. Trying not to show that she was staring, the teacher said, "You must be in the third grade."

"No, ma'am, " he replied. "I'm the jockey riding Silver Bullet in the seventh."