My chili peppers?

Hot.

As a history professor, I consider this guy full of shit.

Hi, folks. I’m looking for at least one more person to create a panel for AHA 2027. I have a working paper on the legacies of the Indian slave trade in the 20th and 21st centuries and I’m working with someone who is focusing on slave patrols and the Southern system. Anyone interested? #historians

Ah. So a short-term intervention and certainly no profit motive.

I can see I’ll only be making minor updates to my classes on the Drug Wars and Modern Latin America for the spring term.

Application for intramural research grant—submitted. Letter of interest to be president of my university—submitted. Granted, those are two radically different futures.

Babylon 5 arguably did this first with an ending planned from the start and arcs woven throughout the series.

Yesterday I thought it was okay to build today’s to-do list around my last goodbye to a beloved family member and writing 250 words on the horrific proportion of Indian children in adoptive/foster care services in the 20th century. Time travelers can feel free to kick the shit out of yesterday me.

Same as it ever was

Taking one of my brothers and his fam to a Chihuahuas game (minor league baseball) tonight. He’s always been big into the sportsball.

I always enjoyed watching my kids in everything from dance to sports to academic competitions. I’m surprised but loving that I’m still in the stands cheering them on. Today it’s watching my thirty-something speak to legislators about her analysis on early childhood spending.

Is there a programmatic accreditation that would encompass history programs specifically or humanities programs in general? #academicsky

Such a terrible fate and far worse of a situation than the folks searching for political and economic sanctuary face.

Jobs won’t come back because “globalization has conditioned the average American consumer to want what the average American worker cannot provide.”

A margarita with the El Paso Margaritas (Chihuahuas)!Tonight’s giveaway is a reminder that Día de los Muertos is 100ish days away. And now it’s time to put up the phone and brace for incoming balls.

A threat and the shape of things to come all rolled into one.

Make Coke Mexican again!

#academicsky

If you see this, quote with a robot that isn’t from Star Wars, Star Trek, Dr. Who, or Transformers.

If you need a cure for insomnia , I’m at your service.

I passed through an I-10 border patrol check point once again last night on my way home because, you know, freedom. Instead of the customary citizenship question the agent asked where we were born. It took about 10 minutes for irritation to turn into shock that this is the shape of things to come.

After they were done laughing, my insolent children suggested that I ask for help with Photoshop from Redditors who would treat the video editing process with due dignity. I remain suspicious.

In one of several cool but solemn moments in this past trip I was able to snorkel near Manaha and free dive 20 feet to touch the wreckage of a Japanese Zero. All went well until… I rolled to come back up, started kicking hard, and my swim trunks pulled down.

Hafa Adai! I’ve flown out of some small commuter terminals before but this one has more character than any of them. Off to Tinian we go!

Peanut butter and jelly M and Ms. Best thing ever or affront to the eyes of god. 

I’m so sorry man.

53, married, and positively thrilled to have gotten my hands on these, sooooo….