Wearing my tuff grading tee for finals week. This may be false advertising on my part.

We got angry today, here in Wisconsin.

Conference hotels have a strange spatial dimension—endless corridors and enormous ballrooms divided by temporary walls. Repeating patterns. Weird lighting. Quiet. They’re disorienting, especially when you’re here for a short time. A friend explained the Backrooms to me, and I see it.

Heading to Philadelphia to attend LSA 2025. Filled with that mixture of joy and dread that introverts approach giant conferences with. If you see me looking particularly imposter syndrome-y, say hi. I’ll appreciate it.

The Elon-Donald memes are all very entertaining, but can we please skip the homophobia?

Last day of the semester! Submitting grades, taking care of a couple of school duties. I even got out the ol’ snowblower and cleared yesterday’s snowfall. One more day of “on” and I get to be blissfully “off.” Can’t wait.

Obligatory intro: I’m a linguist teaching at a state comprehensive university in the upper Midwest. Trained in historical syntax and socioling, now focusing on equity, SoTL, and power in language. Linguistic discrimination is objectively bad, and I want to help folks see that.

I also love dogs!