relatively speaking, but still scores of people have time to argue about tipping baristas at your local coffee shop. For the record, I’m far from rich and I always tip (assuming the service is good). It’s a service job, the work isn’t performed by committee, and I appreciate the work being done right.

1. I wonder why the Airport Burger King menus have a line of text that indicates “picture menus are available upon request.”
2. Joking about “carry ons” and “carrion” isn’t funny. Hearing it from two different people in the span of two flights is downright disturbing.
3. If you turn on the tap and it spits out what looks like mud followed by water of a color that makes you think “well, they wouldn’t put these cups here next to the sink unless the water were safe to drink, right?” you can be pretty sure you picked the wrong hotel.
4. A dinner of yogurt covered pretzels, no drinking water, hours of creating web curriculum, and falling asleep while watching the Sopranos can lead to bizarre– even horrifying– dreams.

I’m off to (probably not so) sunny Bethel, Alaska (way out West) to do some faculty training at the fab Kuskokwim Campus.

Among other things, I’ll be teaching faculty about weblogs, wikis, and RSS as a means of creating classroom community and a collaborative learning environment.

I’ll be back in the wee hours Sunday morning where a dirty house and a sink full of dirty dishes (and three days worth of work backup at the office) anxiously await my return…

In the immortal words of Soundgarden: “I have fell on black days.” RIP Third Sector, goodbye regular job, welcome to the ranks of the victimes of the burst tech bubble.