That is what a former Florida “Teacher of the Year” who was sentenced to 40 years in jail for sexually assaulting a fourth grader told The Florida Times-Union in a profile they did of him in 2012.
Way to go, Florida. Way to go.
(And yes, I do seem to be on the “awful teachers of Florida” beat.)
Which one is worse?
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When I was teaching The Selling of the President 1968, I sent McGinniss an email asking if I could ask him questions. He responded that he’d be more than happy to answer any I had, as well as any my students might have, which led to a series of exchanges between him, me and my kids.
People that generous with their time are rare, and should and will be missed.
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Now it is off to write about the True Detective finale, as well as finish editing — and then posting — a few Game of Thrones podcasts.
Who is the bigger asshole? The person I wrote about
- in this story (about which I’m providing no information)
Or the person I wrote about
- in this story (about which I’m also providing no information)
I’m The Management here, and I aim to make sure no one forgets it.
(Also, feel free to comment on the quality of the accompanying images in those stories, because I’m the visual rhetoric guy and all.)
How do you think Twitter reacted to the recently released trailer of the Will Smith-produced Annie remake? Pretty much as you’d expect…
"God, why did you create so many fucking idiots?"
Given that I also write for The Onion, I feel I should point out that this article is not from The Onion. But if we were better people — did less of that awful sinning against the Lord and stuff — we could live in a world where it would be.
Mere mortals bleg for money on occasion — and only in the direst of straits — but Jeff Goldstein does it every month, so he can handle the pressure. He’s been here before.
This month, however, he’s turned it up to eleven, and needs you to answer his call so he can hit it on all cylinders, because now he wants you to buy him a house.
The man is just putting on a clinic, I tell you, and he needs you to peak at his right time. He has a chance to do something special here, in terms of representing for the fiscally responsible.
I just hope he’s up to the task, because when it comes to payoffs, anything can happen.
Lucky for him, though, it doesn’t matter whether he wins or loses — he’ll go home.
My new “Internet Film School” column is up. Sample:
Typically, romances rely on a small stable of predictable-but-effective techniques that convince the audience it’s witnessing the first, chemical blush of fresh love.
The most basic of these techniques is the two-shot, in which the director places both prospective lovers in the same frame. A series of two-shots, stacked one after the other, has a cumulative effect on the audience, which begins to expect to see these two characters together in every shot. After a while, shots that only contain one of the lovers will strike the audience as oddly empty, even if the sole lover in it is centrally framed in a way that would make it impossible for the other to be in the shot. By manipulating audience expectations in this way, the missing lover becomes an absent-presence in the film, something the audience wants to see. If the director only includes one lover in shots for an extended period of time, the audience will begin to feel that something is “wrong,” because the director is confounding the expectation he or she created. When the director relents and fulfills that expectation with a two-shot of the lovers reunited, the frame suddenly seems somehow more “correct” to the audience.
The problem Jonze faced in directing Her becomes obvious…
GUY AT SEK’S DOOR: Hey friend, it’s windy, ain’t it?
SEK: I guess.
GUY AT SEK’S DOOR: Mind if I park in your driveway?
SEK: A little. I might need to use it.
GUY AT SEK’S DOOR: Thanks, I’ll just be a while.
SEK: I didn’t say “Yes.”
GUY AT SEK’S DOOR: You want me to park in the street?
SEK: It’s not a heavily trafficked road.
GUY AT SEK’S DOOR: It’ll just be a while. I won’t block you in.
SEK: You will, in fact, be blocking me in. And what happens when my wife gets home?
GUY AT SEK’S DOOR: Can’t she park on the street?
The head SEK doesn’t have explodes.
While at The Raw Story retreat last weekend in San Francisco, my colleague Arturo Garcia and I had a long conversation about the show that went something like this…