My office was 64 today. That's with a south-facing window and some sunlight. It's hard to type when you can't feel your fingers.

Said with a straight face on the same day he told a female reporter, "quiet, piggy".

I warn my students, and then I play it anyway. I follow up with the Daisy ad. Nothing sets the tone in class like an ear worm followed by a nuclear explosion.

I still struggle with the fact my students were born after 9/11.

No reason to be concerned about Saudis killing their journalists; they're completely capable of hatchet jobs all on their own now. What a disgrace.

I'd make a Zoolander reference if this wasn't so infuriating and serious.

In the past few years, they’ve struggled in the first half and improved in the second. This year, the opposite.

Ugh.

HCR is a national treasure.