What's up Indiana?

Dear You:

So, the Hoosier state legislature passed a law for "religious protection".  Meaning:  Freaky Conservatives can discriminate in the workplace, in business, and claim faith as justification.  What?  How does baking a cake for Jack and Jack or Jill and Jill instead of Jack and Jill violate anyone's religious freedom?  I just don't get it.  And I am really glad I don't.

Love this dude -- check out the sign:



 Well sir, if you are not booked with dates already, you will be after cool young citizens see this.  A man who loves liberty and dogs, priceless.

Happy end of March . . . there were some "ides" indeed.
The struggle continues.
Have a cold beer and dance it out . . .
XO

Your Joyce

Fangirl . . .

Shot of Channing Tatum in Jupiter Ascending . . . Only HE can save us now!

Dear you:

Yemen is now a chaotic mess; water shortages loom; Ted Cruz (or is it Kruz . . . or even Cruise?) is running for President; the random cat who adopted me had a huge tick on his neck today, and gossip mills report Kim Kardashian's brother is dissing her via Instagram.  It's a madhouse here on planet E!

Spring break ends tomorrow, and I shall be back in the classroom annoying students.  The assigned readings fall under the "power and responsibility" subject heading.  Me?  I'd like to be powerful . . . but mostly, irresponsible.  Perhaps I should send in Tatum's Super-Hero from Jupiter Ascending to lecture, a fictional role model, but at least a role model.   And I'm pretty sure he packs a piece, something I hear the Florida State Legislature is about to make legal on college campuses.  Seriously?  I lose my temper over weak content development!  Do you want ME carrying fire-power in a Composition class? 

Just another day in the northwest part of paradise . . .
Kisses and good luck :)
Your Joyce

Breaking the spring . . .

Hi You!

It is spring break here in PCB, and much bad dancing is going on.
Do you love the Tiki Bar postcard?  What is the sister doing?  Is that twerking gone wrong?
Whatever it is, I hope this was fun (for her at least) and I hope this year's visitors are enjoying themselves.

About the break concept, in general . . . why is complete euphoria allotted to only certain times of the year?
Why aren't these students this crazed and enthused in classrooms?  No one said they have to sit like narcotized lumps staring at laptops or professors.  And why not be this buzzed out at the workplace, mall or grocery store?  When I whistle or lightly bop around public places, I do get the "that is inappropriate" stare sometimes.  But WHY??????  Every day is spring break and every place should be the Tiki Bar.

This is where I am today:  As I close out a 15 year role as fabulous adjunct professor, I am still amazed at the fragmentation of our culture in all things.  Exuberance is set aside for time-off.  Then, time-on (be it in job world or school world) is clocked in at 50%. 

We repeat the phrase "life is too short" . . . trying to remind ourselves/others that THIS DAY is the ONLY day.   But the average day is considered a requisite dullness, preparation for that "special" week of bikinis, beer, and boys.  And fearless bad dancing.


But spring is breaking out all over.  And I am Tiki Bar glad about that.
Here is to fearless bad dancing, metaphorically speaking, every bloomin' day!

Kisses and get ready for tonight's new season of The Kardashians :)
The Joyce

Professor of the year . . .

Hi You!

The dude in the photo (with fluffy feline) is quite the catty professor.  I am not sure if the story I found is satire or truth, but he is quoted as saying:

"Don't give me any of your shitty papers and you will get an A."

So this is the way to win student approval.  And ease the workload.

On to an itchy new month . . . beware the ides of March. (I am not sure what that really means.)  Is the message warning us about a new season of Keeping Up with the Kardashians, due to air March 15?  Or is it alerting us to more shenanigans from the conservative camp?

Relax, have a martini, and stay tuned for March Madness.

Cheers to all, including the king of "Oh no he didn't", Professor Zizek.

Kisses,
Ms. Joyce  (note the "Ms." -- women's history month too!)