A transition from a dictatorial regime to democracy is almost akin to breathing life into a corpse.
When Bangladesh bleeds, no one scores any political point, however lofty their political ideologies are.
Universities are not teaching entities, per se. Universities are, instead, transformative sanctuaries.
What we euphemistically call student evaluation of teaching is, in fact, a “Customers Satisfaction Survey.”
The correlation between writing and technology is as old as writing, for writing IS technology. Technological advances such as papyrus, the printing press, the mechanical pencil, the fountain pen, and the typewriter have complemented writing.
When it comes to writing, ChatGPT is a BIG nothing
Writing is not an art suddenly discovered. It’s a craft gradually developed. Writing–both creative and critical– is formulaic, the way math is.
Why does the year 2020 still linger around? The Covid-19 pandemic has brought our civilisation to its knees this year. We’re already tired, scared, and hopeless.
A transition from a dictatorial regime to democracy is almost akin to breathing life into a corpse.
When Bangladesh bleeds, no one scores any political point, however lofty their political ideologies are.
Universities are not teaching entities, per se. Universities are, instead, transformative sanctuaries.
What we euphemistically call student evaluation of teaching is, in fact, a “Customers Satisfaction Survey.”
The correlation between writing and technology is as old as writing, for writing IS technology. Technological advances such as papyrus, the printing press, the mechanical pencil, the fountain pen, and the typewriter have complemented writing.
When it comes to writing, ChatGPT is a BIG nothing
Writing is not an art suddenly discovered. It’s a craft gradually developed. Writing–both creative and critical– is formulaic, the way math is.
Why does the year 2020 still linger around? The Covid-19 pandemic has brought our civilisation to its knees this year. We’re already tired, scared, and hopeless.
We are almost at the tail-end of the year 2020. What a year this has been! We haven’t lived it.
Back in the mid-90s when I was majoring in English literature at a public university in Dhaka, Bangladesh, I was a cricket buff. For the Bangladeshis, cricket was a transnational love affair in the 90s.
