This is me, having my say.

I wrote two letters to the editor of the Salt Lake Tribune last week, and both of them got published! So what, you say? Okay, you have a point, but still.

It's an occupational hazard for all sorts of academics to want to have their say, I feel. (Praise to those of my colleagues who are not discourse-space hogs. I used to be worse, that's all I can say about that.) Today I was in a last-of-the-year committee meeting, where members of two different committees and the academic vice president were all in attendance. Everyone--including me, of course--was waving his/her hand around, and then just completely blowing off the etiquette and speaking over one another. Everyone having his/her say, till we all wanted to die and hopefully take someone else in the room with us.

Anyway, as of Sunday, I have spoken my piece to the sports editor, and through him, to the columnist I can't stand, as well as called out some official at the Great Salt Lake Council of the Boy Scouts of America. Hear me roar, y'all.