Fiery Falcon

Super Special Summer Mixtravaganza is here!

After four straight days of slaving away over my grotesquely swollen music collection, I have assembled my most awesome summer playlist yet! Because I wanted to get it ready before my summer travel kicks into gear, I threw it together much more quickly than I normally do. As a result, this is without a doubt the most schizophrenic summer mix I have ever created, in addition to being the most awesome. Hopefully the listening experience is not too jarring, but I haven’t listened to all 7 hours (that’s right, 7!) straight through, so who knows. As with my previous summer playlists, this is meant to be played on shuffle, although I am sure is there some Platonic tracklist ordering that will yield the best possible mix. I leave that task up to you. So without further ado:

(120) Songs of Summer 2012

And for your additional listening pleasure:

Summer 2011

Summer 2010 (never before seen!)

Summer 2009 (Tumblr exclusive!)

You’d think a university chancellor would know a bit more about academia

Contrary to what this article assumes, professors do not work 15 hours a week. This dude seems to be ignoring all of the time spent doing work that isn’t in a classroom. From what I’ve heard from various faculty members, a competent professor spends at least two hours of class preparation, administrative work, and paper grading per hour spend in the classroom, which brings the workweek to about 45 hours, if not far more (depending on the school). Of course, that doesn’t count the time that goes into scholarship, even at a school with an emphasis on teaching. Can the tenure system be abused? Sure. Do some professors get away with doing little work for substantial benefits? Absolutely. But this is true in every profession, and increasing the workload on all professors does nothing to address those issues.

Not with a bang

Having just finished Super Sad True Love Story, I can’t help but feel like this company will eventually bring about the downfall of human civilization.

Sometimes it’s good, as a straight white guy with progressive friends, to get called a fag by strangers, just to remind one that much of the world is still cool with doing that.

My sole criterion for putting a song on my summer playlist is whether I can visualize myself singing along while blasting it in my car with the windows rolled down, gliding down the highway on a sunny day.