Another good, solid, fun teaching day - I got to talk quite a bit about sex and reproduction. This is always fun. I've been at this game long enough that I can throw out the name of various anatomical features and sexual activities without batting an eyelash. The same is not true of my students, so out of the corners of my eyes I can watch them slowly cross their legs, shift slightly away from the person next to them and raise eyebrows.
I promise, the bits about sex were entirely appropriate and fully relevant to the course materials. All students are 18 or older. (grins)
Sam is thoroughly tired of heat indexes of 105+. He desperately needs a walk, but neither of us has the fortitude to do it properly. We've grown soft in the last few years, he and I, and can no longer brave the elements. I do worry about taxing his heart and nervous system. He's almost ten, pretty old for a dog. With all of the news accounts of death due to heat indexes in the news... all right, I worry too much, but Sam is a pretty special fellow.
Wednesday, August 02, 2006
Monday, July 31, 2006
time well spent
Did anyone else watch the first episode of Alton Brown's new show on Food Network on Saturday night?
It was a two hour bonus - first an hour of behind-the-scenes insights: how do they get all of those wacky camera angles? Who are the visiting faces - how many are crew, how many are friends, how many are actors? (His chiropractor appears on a regular basis, did ya know that??!) As a frustrated actor who did plenty of tech work, I like his line that "if you work on Good Eats, you appear on Good Eats."
Then the new show, Feasting on Asphalt - Alton and three other motocyclists, plus men in a support truck, drive about, sampling "authentic" cuisine. (Authentic cuisine sounds to me like the original Iron Chef, but no matter.) The definition eliminates any and all chain restaurants and I suspect that before the month is out he'll have eaten a vast amount of grease. Nonetheless, all of last week's food looked great - except for the pig's foot. From careful examination of the promos, next week's authentic cuisine all looks good too, except for the brain sandwich.
Hey Jason 266! Can you get Food network to play in the neonatal ward? Perhaps a little Alton Brown will inspire Jacob's efforts?
I've been working on the last class of the summer. I've thought of about eight hours of material, plus numerous musical, film and artistic images I'd like to show. The question is, which ones? Jacob seems to eat better when I've had a good teaching day, so in the traditional quirkiness that fuels my ambitions, I feel like I really need to make this last class as fantastic as possible.
It was a two hour bonus - first an hour of behind-the-scenes insights: how do they get all of those wacky camera angles? Who are the visiting faces - how many are crew, how many are friends, how many are actors? (His chiropractor appears on a regular basis, did ya know that??!) As a frustrated actor who did plenty of tech work, I like his line that "if you work on Good Eats, you appear on Good Eats."
Then the new show, Feasting on Asphalt - Alton and three other motocyclists, plus men in a support truck, drive about, sampling "authentic" cuisine. (Authentic cuisine sounds to me like the original Iron Chef, but no matter.) The definition eliminates any and all chain restaurants and I suspect that before the month is out he'll have eaten a vast amount of grease. Nonetheless, all of last week's food looked great - except for the pig's foot. From careful examination of the promos, next week's authentic cuisine all looks good too, except for the brain sandwich.
Hey Jason 266! Can you get Food network to play in the neonatal ward? Perhaps a little Alton Brown will inspire Jacob's efforts?
I've been working on the last class of the summer. I've thought of about eight hours of material, plus numerous musical, film and artistic images I'd like to show. The question is, which ones? Jacob seems to eat better when I've had a good teaching day, so in the traditional quirkiness that fuels my ambitions, I feel like I really need to make this last class as fantastic as possible.
Thursday, July 27, 2006
more on teaching
A good teaching day - I was extremely nervous about how well I'd be able to pull off today's unit. Then, mid-stream, I realized that it truly was all coming together, that today's hook was working even better than I'd dared to hope (all ideas sound good at midnight) and through some miracle I managed to program exactly as much material as needed for the full class time.
Thanks be to Clio, the summer's race is almost done and fall semester should be calmer.
I'm more and more inclined toward giving up the frantic dash after the PhD. I feel better and happier than I have in years and, in an odd way, knowing that I don't have to be the perfect professional is a great release. Of course I say this without having yet handed out teacher evaluations...
Thanks be to Clio, the summer's race is almost done and fall semester should be calmer.
I'm more and more inclined toward giving up the frantic dash after the PhD. I feel better and happier than I have in years and, in an odd way, knowing that I don't have to be the perfect professional is a great release. Of course I say this without having yet handed out teacher evaluations...
Wednesday, July 26, 2006
musings
The challenge to teaching in the summer is that the heroic instructor (moi) must cram four months of material into four weeks. This means that not only am I designing a class utterly from scratch (I've never taught this course before or even done it as a TA or even took it as an undergrad) but I have to come up with a way to make hours and hours of endless me entertaining as well as informative.
My students are a hard bunch to read - maybe it's a survival tactic. I have a couple who occasionally reveal their amusement or horror through a flicker of the eyebrow, and I've come to rely upon them more heavily than I think they know. Oh, they know the answers if I call on them and all of that and when I move onto an unusual or outrageous topic I can tell that I have their full and utter attention, but here's only so much you can say about President X that will elicit enthusiasm.
This has forced me to make all sorts of teaching choices I would usually avoid - I've showed a lot of film and documentary clips, played and analyzed music and disected pictures. I'm painfully (self) aware that this summer hasn't been my most effective teaching experience, but I think (hope) that having, through desperation, tried some new techniques and made them work, that I'll be that much better in the fall.
Perk #2 to not being a PhD - if I fell flat on my facethim summer, it wouldn't prevent me from being able to get a job somewhere else
My students are a hard bunch to read - maybe it's a survival tactic. I have a couple who occasionally reveal their amusement or horror through a flicker of the eyebrow, and I've come to rely upon them more heavily than I think they know. Oh, they know the answers if I call on them and all of that and when I move onto an unusual or outrageous topic I can tell that I have their full and utter attention, but here's only so much you can say about President X that will elicit enthusiasm.
This has forced me to make all sorts of teaching choices I would usually avoid - I've showed a lot of film and documentary clips, played and analyzed music and disected pictures. I'm painfully (self) aware that this summer hasn't been my most effective teaching experience, but I think (hope) that having, through desperation, tried some new techniques and made them work, that I'll be that much better in the fall.
Perk #2 to not being a PhD - if I fell flat on my facethim summer, it wouldn't prevent me from being able to get a job somewhere else
Monday, July 24, 2006
Distractions
Dave Barry (the humorist) has a Bacon number of two.
Someone with whom I was once in a play is now in the Bacon database, so I suppose that means that in theory I have one, too.
Someone with whom I was once in a play is now in the Bacon database, so I suppose that means that in theory I have one, too.
Thursday, July 20, 2006
perks
Perk #1 - no PhD means I don't have to go through the dehumanizing crunch of getting tenure. Graduate school is bad enough - don't even get me started on what profs have to do to get tenure. These are the folks who passsed the PhD hurdle, mind you.
More perks later. Meanwhile, a bit of great timing: I'm going out to dinner tonight. I met Martin when I was his TA. He being no fool, Martin would drop by office hours to discuss class, whch eventually devolved into discussing other safe topics (books, TV, that sort of thing.) A year later, he enrolled im a class but couldn't decide, based upon the description, if he wanted to take it. He showed up for the first class, saw me sitting in the TA row, and stayed.
You get the idea. Very flattering, to be sure, but also very reassuring - if my teaching inspired this kind of loyalty I must be doing something right.
At graduation, Martin e-mailed me to say that he'd always intended to take his favorite prof out for drinks and that was me. "Surely you'd rather have a PhD!" No, he wanted me. Now I'm sure that there was a certain glee in getting drunk someone who had marked up your papers, but it was a great evening. We've repeated it since and I hear from him occasionally, which gladdens my heart. He's back in Hoosier-land and we're going out tonight. Yes, we have a designated driver.
Oh, and his girlfriend is coming along, so don't get any purient ideas. (grin)
Gang of Four, eat your hearts out - how many of your old students (undergraduates, mind) make a point of staying in touch? I rest my case.
More perks later. Meanwhile, a bit of great timing: I'm going out to dinner tonight. I met Martin when I was his TA. He being no fool, Martin would drop by office hours to discuss class, whch eventually devolved into discussing other safe topics (books, TV, that sort of thing.) A year later, he enrolled im a class but couldn't decide, based upon the description, if he wanted to take it. He showed up for the first class, saw me sitting in the TA row, and stayed.
You get the idea. Very flattering, to be sure, but also very reassuring - if my teaching inspired this kind of loyalty I must be doing something right.
At graduation, Martin e-mailed me to say that he'd always intended to take his favorite prof out for drinks and that was me. "Surely you'd rather have a PhD!" No, he wanted me. Now I'm sure that there was a certain glee in getting drunk someone who had marked up your papers, but it was a great evening. We've repeated it since and I hear from him occasionally, which gladdens my heart. He's back in Hoosier-land and we're going out tonight. Yes, we have a designated driver.
Oh, and his girlfriend is coming along, so don't get any purient ideas. (grin)
Gang of Four, eat your hearts out - how many of your old students (undergraduates, mind) make a point of staying in touch? I rest my case.
Tuesday, July 18, 2006
Monday, July 17, 2006
progress, but sideways
Met with #2 (upon whom may light shine) and have been pondering what was said and (more importantly) left unsaid.
#2 thinks I am smart, savvy, talented, etc. etc. etc. #2 is uncertain that I can insert enough academic gobbeldygook (my term) into a revised diss and has other reservations. #2 wants to see me with a PhD but is dubious about actuality. I've taught long enough to understand the translation.
Obviously this is a blow. I have one last shot, but it's clear that while #2 likes me and thinks highly of me, departmental and field politics are of more importance than an individual grad student. My failed diss will hurt #2 but at the end of the day closing ranks to protect #1, #3 and #4 (despite their failings, which were recognized) is more important than me graduating.
Really, I am OK.
To **** with politics and "that would make things complicated."
Obviosuly I'm angry and annoyed and all of that -- but there are perks. I'll say more later. Just keeping all of you posted, as per the terms of this blog.
#2 thinks I am smart, savvy, talented, etc. etc. etc. #2 is uncertain that I can insert enough academic gobbeldygook (my term) into a revised diss and has other reservations. #2 wants to see me with a PhD but is dubious about actuality. I've taught long enough to understand the translation.
Obviously this is a blow. I have one last shot, but it's clear that while #2 likes me and thinks highly of me, departmental and field politics are of more importance than an individual grad student. My failed diss will hurt #2 but at the end of the day closing ranks to protect #1, #3 and #4 (despite their failings, which were recognized) is more important than me graduating.
Really, I am OK.
To **** with politics and "that would make things complicated."
Obviosuly I'm angry and annoyed and all of that -- but there are perks. I'll say more later. Just keeping all of you posted, as per the terms of this blog.
Wednesday, July 12, 2006
maliciousness and marsupials
Stories like this are why I love my BBC Headlines feature on Firefox. Killer Kangaroos might not attract the same fear as Al Q bombings, but there's nothing wrong with a brief distraction or six.
On a more somber level, I note that we've now had three attacks on the 11th of the month. On the one hand, I understand their enthusiasm for symbolism and pattern. On the other hand, I think I'd be even more frightened without such a predictable pattern.
There's a temptation to say, "Well, we're in Indiana, with no mass transit or all that many tall buildings, so we're safe." Then I think of Timothy McVeigh and Oklahoma City, chosen on purpose.
I grew up in a secondary strike zone. As a kindergartener I knew that Russia (whoever that was) might someday launch a bomb at us (a what?) and I knew where to go if that happened. I truly hoped that more than one generation would grow up without that knowlege. My students are unaware, but I do not think that their children will be able to make the same claim.
The train attack in India is horrible - yet even more horrible is that Al Q no longer has to attack on this CONTINENT to frighten us. They've made their point and we're all on guard.
Except when we aren't - because sometimes, we don't.
Marsupial off-spring spend a lot of post-birth time in the pouch. Would that we all had that comfort, maruding mothers or otherwise.
On a more somber level, I note that we've now had three attacks on the 11th of the month. On the one hand, I understand their enthusiasm for symbolism and pattern. On the other hand, I think I'd be even more frightened without such a predictable pattern.
There's a temptation to say, "Well, we're in Indiana, with no mass transit or all that many tall buildings, so we're safe." Then I think of Timothy McVeigh and Oklahoma City, chosen on purpose.
I grew up in a secondary strike zone. As a kindergartener I knew that Russia (whoever that was) might someday launch a bomb at us (a what?) and I knew where to go if that happened. I truly hoped that more than one generation would grow up without that knowlege. My students are unaware, but I do not think that their children will be able to make the same claim.
The train attack in India is horrible - yet even more horrible is that Al Q no longer has to attack on this CONTINENT to frighten us. They've made their point and we're all on guard.
Except when we aren't - because sometimes, we don't.
Marsupial off-spring spend a lot of post-birth time in the pouch. Would that we all had that comfort, maruding mothers or otherwise.
Monday, July 10, 2006
now I have seen everything
When I left for church yesterday morning, there was just enough fog on the ground to be beautiful without being a danger. Part of the drive takes me down a five-six lane bit of road. While glancing at the gas price signs, I noticed that the parking lot for this particular gas station was full of immature Canadian Geese.
The geese, as is their wont, decided to cross the street on foot. There so many of them that even walking three or four abreast, tightly together, the flock strung out all the way across all six lanes of the road. It was a brief nuiscance, but oddly beautiful in the half-grey light... also rather amusing, as I think about it.
The geese, as is their wont, decided to cross the street on foot. There so many of them that even walking three or four abreast, tightly together, the flock strung out all the way across all six lanes of the road. It was a brief nuiscance, but oddly beautiful in the half-grey light... also rather amusing, as I think about it.
Friday, July 07, 2006
for this I am paid
Dear Prof Lemming
That should be a lower-case l, but no matter.
I'm sorry that I've not yet come to class no problem, it's only been a matter of weeks that class has met and I've never heard of or from you... but I've been busy, etc. etc.
I have every sympathy with students who have lives outside of class. There's a reason why I don't attach a grade to attendence.
At the same time, the mid-term is next week and you still haven't come to class? Not even long enough to get the syllabus and then walk out?
(coughs)
That should be a lower-case l, but no matter.
I'm sorry that I've not yet come to class no problem, it's only been a matter of weeks that class has met and I've never heard of or from you... but I've been busy, etc. etc.
I have every sympathy with students who have lives outside of class. There's a reason why I don't attach a grade to attendence.
At the same time, the mid-term is next week and you still haven't come to class? Not even long enough to get the syllabus and then walk out?
(coughs)
Thursday, July 06, 2006
tales from the front lines
Student: Prof lemming, that was a pretty biased left-wing documentary. Why can't you show something unbiased, like from Fox News?
Me: Trust me, when Fox makes a documentary on (relatively obscure topic) I'll show it.
Student: Gee, Mizz lemming, I never bought any of those stories about minorities being beaten up and threatened after 9/11. It must have been all New York Times propaganda.
Me: Um, well, yes, it happened. Even here in Indiana...
Another Student (upon whom may Clio smile): Oh yeah, I knw it did. It even made Fox News. (provides examples)
I've been accused, on more than one occasion, of being "out of touch" because I teach at the university level rather than in junior or senior high school. It's day slike today that make me feel I am truly accomplishing something good and significant, one student at a time. By the end of class I had taught my students useful information about their history, encouraged a thoughtful discussion or six and only ran through three dry-erase markers in the process.
I like days like this.
Me: Trust me, when Fox makes a documentary on (relatively obscure topic) I'll show it.
Student: Gee, Mizz lemming, I never bought any of those stories about minorities being beaten up and threatened after 9/11. It must have been all New York Times propaganda.
Me: Um, well, yes, it happened. Even here in Indiana...
Another Student (upon whom may Clio smile): Oh yeah, I knw it did. It even made Fox News. (provides examples)
I've been accused, on more than one occasion, of being "out of touch" because I teach at the university level rather than in junior or senior high school. It's day slike today that make me feel I am truly accomplishing something good and significant, one student at a time. By the end of class I had taught my students useful information about their history, encouraged a thoughtful discussion or six and only ran through three dry-erase markers in the process.
I like days like this.
Wednesday, July 05, 2006
today's saint
Today is the Feast Day of St. Athanasius the Athonite. He is known for founding the famous monastary on the top of Mt. Athos. He doesn't appear to be the patron of much of anything.
You just don't meet very many people named Athanasius. Were I a Roman Catholic, I'd be tempted to pick it as a confirmation name.
Jason266 and his wife welcomed a baby boy this morning - as of his posting, they still didn't have a name. Just my little suggestion... (grins)
You just don't meet very many people named Athanasius. Were I a Roman Catholic, I'd be tempted to pick it as a confirmation name.
Jason266 and his wife welcomed a baby boy this morning - as of his posting, they still didn't have a name. Just my little suggestion... (grins)
Monday, July 03, 2006
anvils, hang-gliders and the like
I've officially asked #2 (upon whom may light shine) for a meeting to "discuss possibilities."
There are no words sufficient to describe my terror. Suffice it that, to cobble a lin from Sylvia Plath, I have been to the bottom, seen its roots, and I am not afraid.
Well, not too much, anyway...
There are no words sufficient to describe my terror. Suffice it that, to cobble a lin from Sylvia Plath, I have been to the bottom, seen its roots, and I am not afraid.
Well, not too much, anyway...
American spoken here
I'm not sure how I feel about the Philly cheese steak shop's Please order in English sign. I'm not at all surprised that the person whom the reporter chose to quote claimed that in the United States we speak "American."
Yes, yes, English as spoken in the United States has its linguistic variations that are its own. Someone from, say, Manchester, could handle walking into a fast food restaurant and ordering a value meal, but might have just as many problems ordering a Philly Sub "wit" as would I.
Yes, yes, English as spoken in the United States has its linguistic variations that are its own. Someone from, say, Manchester, could handle walking into a fast food restaurant and ordering a value meal, but might have just as many problems ordering a Philly Sub "wit" as would I.
Saturday, July 01, 2006
Wednesday, June 28, 2006
updates...
I thought so.
Am listening to the news as I write this, and the Archbishop of Canturbury has just released a statement. At base, he's siding with the Africans.
(sighs)
Bearing in mind that the British are far less likely to be practicing church members than the Africans or the Americans... but it's the symbolism that gives his voice clout.
Am listening to the news as I write this, and the Archbishop of Canturbury has just released a statement. At base, he's siding with the Africans.
(sighs)
Bearing in mind that the British are far less likely to be practicing church members than the Africans or the Americans... but it's the symbolism that gives his voice clout.
Marilyn, my Marilyn
My summer classroom is a pleasant space as industrial-type classrooms go. It's well lit (yay) and has plenty of dry erase board space. (Chalkboards are just so 20th century.) The students have plenty of space for books, beverages and notebooks and the chairs are surprisingly comfortable.
"All right then, lemming, so what's the problem toward which you seem to be building?"
Well, it's not a problem exactly. I noticed that the room was a trifle warm, not surprising in an Indiana summer. Then I noticed that most of the students in the back row wore sweatshirts. Utilizing the problem-solving skills learned during the course of my liberal arts education, I deduced that the air conditioning vents which were actually on must all be at the back of the room.
During the break, I took a stroll back there - and my skirt flew up in the blast of arctic air coming from the floor vent. Fortunately no one else was there, so I may still pretend to be dignified in front of my class.
Oh, OK, one complaint: I have to bring my own dry-erase markers for the dry erase board.
"All right then, lemming, so what's the problem toward which you seem to be building?"
Well, it's not a problem exactly. I noticed that the room was a trifle warm, not surprising in an Indiana summer. Then I noticed that most of the students in the back row wore sweatshirts. Utilizing the problem-solving skills learned during the course of my liberal arts education, I deduced that the air conditioning vents which were actually on must all be at the back of the room.
During the break, I took a stroll back there - and my skirt flew up in the blast of arctic air coming from the floor vent. Fortunately no one else was there, so I may still pretend to be dignified in front of my class.
Oh, OK, one complaint: I have to bring my own dry-erase markers for the dry erase board.
Monday, June 26, 2006
oh the humanity!
I've been chatting with people, in person and via the Internet, about the visions our new Presiding Bishop-elect will bring to the position and how she might choose to implement them. Most people seem generally positive about Jefferts Schori's qualifications - having an airplane pilot and oceanographer for a bishop delights me - though inevitably the discussion turns to the unity of the greater Anglican Communion.
The Church of England can't seem to decide where it stands on the current arguments. The United States has more than a generation of ordained women within our experience, and if we can ordain women, why not have them as bishops and presiding bishops? Other areas of teh church, the Africans in particular, still oppose the ordination of women and have urged all sorts of penalties for homosexuality, whether among the clergy or otherwise. As I see it (in my own biased way) if a split does happen, the big question will be and is: on which side will the Church of England chose to ally its self?
In discussing this with one person, the conversation moved on to the subject that the African Episcopal clergy are still grappling with trying to eliminate polygamy: the acceptance of homosexuality, however grudging, is unthinkable there due to the social/ cultural/ economic situation. The other person then commented that his concern with Jefferts Schori is that she wants to continue working with AIDS/ HIV issues in Africa. "This is pouring good money down a sieve. I see no point in sending them drugs or working toward curing them with the various therapies available in the West until they change their culture. Why throw away our efforts on people who refuse to change their behaviors? Until the beliefs about the sexual availability of women..."
I almost burst into tears.
The Church of England can't seem to decide where it stands on the current arguments. The United States has more than a generation of ordained women within our experience, and if we can ordain women, why not have them as bishops and presiding bishops? Other areas of teh church, the Africans in particular, still oppose the ordination of women and have urged all sorts of penalties for homosexuality, whether among the clergy or otherwise. As I see it (in my own biased way) if a split does happen, the big question will be and is: on which side will the Church of England chose to ally its self?
In discussing this with one person, the conversation moved on to the subject that the African Episcopal clergy are still grappling with trying to eliminate polygamy: the acceptance of homosexuality, however grudging, is unthinkable there due to the social/ cultural/ economic situation. The other person then commented that his concern with Jefferts Schori is that she wants to continue working with AIDS/ HIV issues in Africa. "This is pouring good money down a sieve. I see no point in sending them drugs or working toward curing them with the various therapies available in the West until they change their culture. Why throw away our efforts on people who refuse to change their behaviors? Until the beliefs about the sexual availability of women..."
I almost burst into tears.
Tuesday, June 20, 2006
a shameless plug
Hey there! This is an official plug. Drew is finally back to blogging. As he's the person I generally describe as "most likely to successfully blackmail me" go read his blog. Now. Please read it six or seven times a day at the very least - please! Plus he knows the names of all of the presidential assasins, would-be and successful. 'nuff said.
Monday, June 19, 2006
movie meme
OK, I swiped this. It's increasingly common, so I jump on now. OK, OK, I am a lemming.
A. Pick 11 of your favorite movies.
B. Then pick one of your favorite quotes from each movie.
C. Post the quotes on your blog.
D. Have commenters guess what the movie is.
E. Either strike out the quote once it has been correctly identified or place the guesser’s user name directly after the quote.
F. Extra points for knowing the actor or character’s name.
1) By god I have had this congress!!!
Alison 1776 - credit to Drew, too!
2) I was sorry that our aquaintance would be so short.
Joe Kind Hearts and Coronets
3) Let's strike a flint and see.
Hugh, but it's not Anthony Hopkins, Lion In Winter
(I remember it as Geoffrey, but I suppose it could be AH)
4) I've seen better organized riots.
Alison and Harriet Chariots of Fire
5) Your son is alive!
Jason Gosford Park
6) It is a truth universally...
Harriet Pride and Prejudice
7) Jewel, my jewel...
Joe & the Internet Betrayal
8) We met at work.
JasonLove, Actually
9) Dad, I was the next man.
Brownie IJ and the Last Crusade
10) A skating instructor??!
Drew with bonus points for Gaston
11) Your mother was a hamster!
Sumo MP and the Holy Grail
Jason officially qualifies for additional reproductive organs for his excellent (and correct) guesses.
A. Pick 11 of your favorite movies.
B. Then pick one of your favorite quotes from each movie.
C. Post the quotes on your blog.
D. Have commenters guess what the movie is.
E. Either strike out the quote once it has been correctly identified or place the guesser’s user name directly after the quote.
F. Extra points for knowing the actor or character’s name.
1) By god I have had this congress!!!
Alison 1776 - credit to Drew, too!
2) I was sorry that our aquaintance would be so short.
Joe Kind Hearts and Coronets
3) Let's strike a flint and see.
Hugh, but it's not Anthony Hopkins, Lion In Winter
(I remember it as Geoffrey, but I suppose it could be AH)
4) I've seen better organized riots.
Alison and Harriet Chariots of Fire
5) Your son is alive!
Jason Gosford Park
6) It is a truth universally...
Harriet Pride and Prejudice
7) Jewel, my jewel...
Joe & the Internet Betrayal
8) We met at work.
JasonLove, Actually
9) Dad, I was the next man.
Brownie IJ and the Last Crusade
10) A skating instructor??!
Drew with bonus points for Gaston
11) Your mother was a hamster!
Sumo MP and the Holy Grail
Jason officially qualifies for additional reproductive organs for his excellent (and correct) guesses.
Friday, June 16, 2006
the toll paid
Yesterday the tally of dead American service personnel officially reached 2500. The number of Iraqi civilian casualties is far higher. Tonight on "The Evening New With Jim Lehrer" the names and photographs of twenty dead soldiers were shown.
I do not pretend to have answers, whether easy or difficult. I do know that something has got to change, for all of our sakes.
I do not pretend to have answers, whether easy or difficult. I do know that something has got to change, for all of our sakes.
Thursday, June 15, 2006
another useful saint
Today is the feast day of St. Vitus. He is the patron saint of comedians, dancers and Sicily. He can be invoked against choera, epilepsy, lightening, snake-bite, wild animals and, my personal favorite, over-sleeping.
My saint guide observes that while his "cult is very old... credible details about his life are few, nor can we be certain of his connection with the debilitating medical condition of rheumatic chorea called St. Vitus's Dance." Vitus's life includes last minute escapes from lions and immersion in boiling oil, and at least one instance of dancing angels distracting a would-be executioner.
The guide makes no mention whatsoever of why he is associated with over-sleeping.
Historical note: I am reasonable confident that I am one of a very few Indiana bloggers ever to use the word "chorea" in an entry.
My saint guide observes that while his "cult is very old... credible details about his life are few, nor can we be certain of his connection with the debilitating medical condition of rheumatic chorea called St. Vitus's Dance." Vitus's life includes last minute escapes from lions and immersion in boiling oil, and at least one instance of dancing angels distracting a would-be executioner.
The guide makes no mention whatsoever of why he is associated with over-sleeping.
Historical note: I am reasonable confident that I am one of a very few Indiana bloggers ever to use the word "chorea" in an entry.
Wednesday, June 14, 2006
country roads (and not)
I managed to get myself quite thoroughly lost yesterday, Brown County is a lovely place at any time of year, but Interstate is Interstate after a while.
Though I've never been much interested in urban history, the many varieties of strip mall I saw yesterday might actually insprire me to do a little reading in Wikipedia. There's an incredible range in design and lay-out among them, and the degree of upkeep seems to vary wildly.
Whether driving past them once or three times, I still think all strip malls are ugly.
Though I've never been much interested in urban history, the many varieties of strip mall I saw yesterday might actually insprire me to do a little reading in Wikipedia. There's an incredible range in design and lay-out among them, and the degree of upkeep seems to vary wildly.
Whether driving past them once or three times, I still think all strip malls are ugly.
Monday, June 12, 2006
your dimple, your snoring, how dear
I had no idea that JQA's ideal lemonade would attract such interest. Against my will, I have come to find blogging and its world great fun, in part because I never know what random bits of my thinking might actually be interesting. #1 Reason why blogging is like and yet unlike a cocktail party...
To ressurrect an old rant, why the @)&*^#$$@@**$&*(*$%^$#%^ is Indiana now on Eastern time? Maine is on Eastern Time. Boston, NYC, etc - and so why are we, a grudingly Midwesterm location, pretending to be Maine??!!
To ressurrect an old rant, why the @)&*^#$$@@**$&*(*$%^$#%^ is Indiana now on Eastern time? Maine is on Eastern Time. Boston, NYC, etc - and so why are we, a grudingly Midwesterm location, pretending to be Maine??!!
Friday, June 02, 2006
suggestion for the weekend
In 1835, John Quincy Adams attended a party and thoroughly enjoyed the lemonade served. He liked it so much that he recorded the recipe in his diary.
Add to one gallon of water:
a bottle of Jamaican rum
a bottle of cognac
a bottle of champagne
a pound of sugar
optional: a pint of lemon juice
Source: Paul Nagel, John Quincy Adams: A Public Life, A Private Life , page 351
Add to one gallon of water:
a bottle of Jamaican rum
a bottle of cognac
a bottle of champagne
a pound of sugar
optional: a pint of lemon juice
Source: Paul Nagel, John Quincy Adams: A Public Life, A Private Life , page 351
Thursday, June 01, 2006
History, Ancient and Modern
I had an odd dream last night involving dinosaurs. I've never been a huge dinosaur buff, really. It's incredible to me that, millions of years ago, some dinosaur built nests in the same area where Sam and I now take our evening constitutionals, but I've never done any research into which varieties inhabited the Midwest. I suspect that there's probably an eight year old in my neighborhood who could tell me all about it. (Precocious Neighborhood Child didn't know but was amused that I asked.)
Let's just say that the interview went very very well and I suspect that I am going to have a truly lovely fall semester. Several of the aspects of my work cited as great weaknesses by the Gang of Four (tm) were praised today as my greatest assets. Oh for a video camera... Where's Big Brother when you need him?
Let's just say that the interview went very very well and I suspect that I am going to have a truly lovely fall semester. Several of the aspects of my work cited as great weaknesses by the Gang of Four (tm) were praised today as my greatest assets. Oh for a video camera... Where's Big Brother when you need him?
Wednesday, May 31, 2006
amazing book
On a whim I picked up The Seduction of Water by Carol Goodman. (Yes, Joe, it's a library book.)
The dust jacket said something about mother/daughter relation ships, blah blah blah, not all that appealing given the rather large number of books available on that topic.
The second paragraph indicated that the heroine is in her thirties, All But Dissertation, works several adjunct teaching jobs.... right there, I was interested. "[T]he buts are all but taking over her life: all but published, all but a professor, all but married..." Through happenstance, Iris meets with a literary agent who says that if Iris can find her deceased mother's unpublished final novel and write a book about the process, the agent can get it published. (Syntax, I know.) The book could also serve as Iris's dissertation, how perfect?
Goodman includes some wonderful ideas about the "teachable moment." She brilliantly describes what can happen when an instructor takes a chance with an assignment and it pays off in spades.
It's not all about teaching though - there's suspense, humor, romance, drama and truly terrific prose. Interspersed with the narrative are "excerpts" from Iris's mother's novels, which can be read just for fun or mined for clues and symbolism.
The dust jacket said something about mother/daughter relation ships, blah blah blah, not all that appealing given the rather large number of books available on that topic.
The second paragraph indicated that the heroine is in her thirties, All But Dissertation, works several adjunct teaching jobs.... right there, I was interested. "[T]he buts are all but taking over her life: all but published, all but a professor, all but married..." Through happenstance, Iris meets with a literary agent who says that if Iris can find her deceased mother's unpublished final novel and write a book about the process, the agent can get it published. (Syntax, I know.) The book could also serve as Iris's dissertation, how perfect?
Goodman includes some wonderful ideas about the "teachable moment." She brilliantly describes what can happen when an instructor takes a chance with an assignment and it pays off in spades.
It's not all about teaching though - there's suspense, humor, romance, drama and truly terrific prose. Interspersed with the narrative are "excerpts" from Iris's mother's novels, which can be read just for fun or mined for clues and symbolism.
Tuesday, May 30, 2006
this, that and the other
I do occasional soul-selling freelance work. My latest editor (upon whom may locusts and plague decend) consistantly doubts my word because it contradicts the Internet. I know what you're thinking - said editor is a good 20 years older than I. I have corrected the same citation four times - The Lighthouses of Belgium was written by Eva Olsson Svenson Kleinsdorf - and said editor keeps visiting the Internet and citing other authors. Today I complained to the editor's boss. I'll probably lose my next contract, but maybe I've made my point. Use books!!
(insert very adult sounding-tone) Ah, Mizz lemming... I see that you have multiple teaching awards (modest blush) and a reputation for enthusiasm when tackling unfamiliar classes. (further modest blush) So all seems to be well on that front. Unless I turn into Giorgi the Shepherd before my interview, I should at least be able to make enough money this fall to cover my student loan payments.
Now please excuse me - I am 80 pages away from the end of the most amazing novel I've read in years. I'll say more tomorrow.
(insert very adult sounding-tone) Ah, Mizz lemming... I see that you have multiple teaching awards (modest blush) and a reputation for enthusiasm when tackling unfamiliar classes. (further modest blush) So all seems to be well on that front. Unless I turn into Giorgi the Shepherd before my interview, I should at least be able to make enough money this fall to cover my student loan payments.
Now please excuse me - I am 80 pages away from the end of the most amazing novel I've read in years. I'll say more tomorrow.
Friday, May 26, 2006
one brick at a time
Sorry to have vannished again. The enormity of what happened finally hit me in a big way, and I've spent a lot of time just staring out the window or watching ancient re-runs of Unsolved Mysteries. The "things left undone" are starting to mount up - nothing I can't cope with in a timely fashion, but looking at a pile of projects which need completion probably didn't help my mood.
Then came last night's phone call. I'd applied for an adjunct gig this fall, teaching a class I've done so many times that I genuinely could do it with one hand tied behind my back if awakened at 3 AM even if I'd consumed a large amount of sake the night before. My fingers were crossed, but the flickering hopes were set to splutter. Without getting into specifics, I'll say that it's very clear that the chair liked my C.V., liked what the grapevine had to say about my experience and teaching ability, and that I'm almost certainly going to like my interview next week.
The liklihood of having a structure, at least until the end of 2006, is acting as a buoy. The job isn't yet mine and I'm still sluggish, but the flickers are now flames.
On a different topic, I've blogged before about my truly wonderful and kind neighbor who, mysteriously to me, is part of that 31% of Americans who still approve of the president's job performance. Every now, and again, I try to discuss this with her, not in an attempt to change her views, but out of a desire to understand them.
We had another such conversation this week. Every now and again I think I've caught a glimmer; this time it boiled down to her perception that GWB is a good man, good father and good son. (I didn't point out that this is what the Nixon girls have always maintained about their father.) She couldn't give me any particular reason for this belief, other than the infamous story of Laura Bush insisting that her husband become sober or file for divorce. Basd upon this event and GWB's spiritual embrace, her instinct says that his decisions are right and his judgement sound.
Then came last night's phone call. I'd applied for an adjunct gig this fall, teaching a class I've done so many times that I genuinely could do it with one hand tied behind my back if awakened at 3 AM even if I'd consumed a large amount of sake the night before. My fingers were crossed, but the flickering hopes were set to splutter. Without getting into specifics, I'll say that it's very clear that the chair liked my C.V., liked what the grapevine had to say about my experience and teaching ability, and that I'm almost certainly going to like my interview next week.
The liklihood of having a structure, at least until the end of 2006, is acting as a buoy. The job isn't yet mine and I'm still sluggish, but the flickers are now flames.
On a different topic, I've blogged before about my truly wonderful and kind neighbor who, mysteriously to me, is part of that 31% of Americans who still approve of the president's job performance. Every now, and again, I try to discuss this with her, not in an attempt to change her views, but out of a desire to understand them.
We had another such conversation this week. Every now and again I think I've caught a glimmer; this time it boiled down to her perception that GWB is a good man, good father and good son. (I didn't point out that this is what the Nixon girls have always maintained about their father.) She couldn't give me any particular reason for this belief, other than the infamous story of Laura Bush insisting that her husband become sober or file for divorce. Basd upon this event and GWB's spiritual embrace, her instinct says that his decisions are right and his judgement sound.
Monday, May 22, 2006
wherever your destination might take you
I spent much of the weekend in transit. As most of this travel occured via airplane, this means that I spent most of the weekend in airport waiting rooms, waiting on the ground and pondering the "drive" between landing in Mooresville and then driving via airplane to the Indianapolis Airport terminals. A few thoughts:
Dear Steward: I realize that it was the end of a long day for you as well as for us. However, it is your job to be pleasant and cheerful, even if your feet hurt and you're sick of people who try to cram bags the size of Montana into the overhead luggage compartment. There's a reason why much of the plane laughed at your remark about destinations.
By the by, when did people get the idea that such luggage qualified as "carry-on?"
Airports are an increasingly curious place in which to spend time. Nearly all of the waiting areas I passed were crammed to the brim, even at 6 AM. On the other hand, there's also more to do outside of the gate. I watched several interesting DVDs being broadcast in gift shops. The staff seemed reconciled to having a small crowd of bored travelers, unable to find a seat, all clustered at the back of the shop. I guessed the watchers to be Americans, based on the large number of sweatshirts we wore and the occasional shot glass purchase. In contrast, lots of well-dressed foreign travelers (I could tell by the passports they clutched) snapped up bears embroidered with the face of George W. Bush and caps depicting Air Force One.
By the by, I purchased none of these items.
I really wanted to do a crossword puzzle yesterday evening on one of the flights, but all of the magazines around me had already been used for this purpose. Will Shortz needs to get in touch with the airlines about including more puzzles and fewer articles about "Where to Eat in the Bahamas." Yes, the food looked lovely, but the illustrations still leave me quite bit short of the plane fare.
On another flight, the man sitting behind me turned out to be freshly home from his second tour in Iraq. He responded very politely to his seatmates queries on everything from food to heat. (Hey, without a puzzle to occupy my thoughts, of course I eavesdropped.) She was oddly reticent at one point until he finally came out and said, "if you mean was I shot at then the answer is yes, and more than once."
All of the post 9/11 security now seems normal - the long lines, shoe removal and family farewell at checkpoints rather than gateways - but talking in a personal way with a returned soldier still proves more difficult.
Dear Steward: I realize that it was the end of a long day for you as well as for us. However, it is your job to be pleasant and cheerful, even if your feet hurt and you're sick of people who try to cram bags the size of Montana into the overhead luggage compartment. There's a reason why much of the plane laughed at your remark about destinations.
By the by, when did people get the idea that such luggage qualified as "carry-on?"
Airports are an increasingly curious place in which to spend time. Nearly all of the waiting areas I passed were crammed to the brim, even at 6 AM. On the other hand, there's also more to do outside of the gate. I watched several interesting DVDs being broadcast in gift shops. The staff seemed reconciled to having a small crowd of bored travelers, unable to find a seat, all clustered at the back of the shop. I guessed the watchers to be Americans, based on the large number of sweatshirts we wore and the occasional shot glass purchase. In contrast, lots of well-dressed foreign travelers (I could tell by the passports they clutched) snapped up bears embroidered with the face of George W. Bush and caps depicting Air Force One.
By the by, I purchased none of these items.
I really wanted to do a crossword puzzle yesterday evening on one of the flights, but all of the magazines around me had already been used for this purpose. Will Shortz needs to get in touch with the airlines about including more puzzles and fewer articles about "Where to Eat in the Bahamas." Yes, the food looked lovely, but the illustrations still leave me quite bit short of the plane fare.
On another flight, the man sitting behind me turned out to be freshly home from his second tour in Iraq. He responded very politely to his seatmates queries on everything from food to heat. (Hey, without a puzzle to occupy my thoughts, of course I eavesdropped.) She was oddly reticent at one point until he finally came out and said, "if you mean was I shot at then the answer is yes, and more than once."
All of the post 9/11 security now seems normal - the long lines, shoe removal and family farewell at checkpoints rather than gateways - but talking in a personal way with a returned soldier still proves more difficult.
Thursday, May 18, 2006
maybe I'm amazed
As an avid reader of People magazine, I like to think that I am reasonably informed about celebrity gossip, even if I am not entirely sure about the actual context for the famous person in question. For example, I first heard the Ricky Martin version of "She Bangs" about two weeks ago, but I did know all about the American Idol pop sensation created... even if I hadn't heard that version, either.
When it comes to the Beatles, I am much more of a "George Girl" and that only under duress. Lennon is over-rated and McCartney should have done more (or maybe less) LSD. ("Live and Let Die" anyone??!)
That having been said, I am saddened by the latest divorce news. It cannot be easy to be married to an ex-Beatle, let alone to be an ex-Beatle, and despite my cynicism, I did truly wish them the very best four years ago. (Really!) They seemed like a nice match and ai Love the name Beatrice. I am not surprised to learn that the McCartney marriage has fallen apart. Heather Mills McCartney must have known what a huge mantle she assumed with this marriage. Paul M. knew what he was in for in a pop culture sense. I can only imagine their pain. Unlike Brittney and J. Lo, I can truly wish them the best.
Makes a challenged dissertation seem a small problem. Then again, I could live with (and on) a 1% share of $1 billion.
When it comes to the Beatles, I am much more of a "George Girl" and that only under duress. Lennon is over-rated and McCartney should have done more (or maybe less) LSD. ("Live and Let Die" anyone??!)
That having been said, I am saddened by the latest divorce news. It cannot be easy to be married to an ex-Beatle, let alone to be an ex-Beatle, and despite my cynicism, I did truly wish them the very best four years ago. (Really!) They seemed like a nice match and ai Love the name Beatrice. I am not surprised to learn that the McCartney marriage has fallen apart. Heather Mills McCartney must have known what a huge mantle she assumed with this marriage. Paul M. knew what he was in for in a pop culture sense. I can only imagine their pain. Unlike Brittney and J. Lo, I can truly wish them the best.
Makes a challenged dissertation seem a small problem. Then again, I could live with (and on) a 1% share of $1 billion.
Wednesday, May 17, 2006
savaged by a rogue pheasant
Out of the clear blue surprised sky, I had a lovely long chat with an acquaintance today at the grocery store. Most of it revolved around granola bars (you had to be there) but we eventuallyly moved on to the placement of various items.
We were both intrigued to notice that the frozen pie section of the store in question is almost as large or perhaps even larger than the milk section. This puzzled us. Do people really eat that many or more fruit pies in between visits? The placement of Cool Whip (tm) next to the pies made sense to us, but do people really need even more of it than of, say, cheese? At least with cheese, room needs to be made to fit in all of the different brands, varieties, etc. but there are only so many Cool Whip options out there. Yet the bank of Cool Whip is far larger than the cheese area.
By the time we'd moved on to comparing the size of the bread section to the size of the Hostess snack section (yes, John, I did mention your traditional breakfast) we concluded that we really needed to either #1 get out more or #2 go back to graduate school and get the MBA degree. Both of us opted for the former!
On a more somber note, the "oh my GOD what am I going to do with the rest of my life and is this windmill really worth tilting?" dilemma still hangs over my head. Most of the time I percolate and weigh my options, but every now and again it truly makes me want to scream. Lousy teachers get to work as profs because they wrote a good dissertation, but I, a good teacher with a less than perfect dissertation, am supposed to - do what?
We were both intrigued to notice that the frozen pie section of the store in question is almost as large or perhaps even larger than the milk section. This puzzled us. Do people really eat that many or more fruit pies in between visits? The placement of Cool Whip (tm) next to the pies made sense to us, but do people really need even more of it than of, say, cheese? At least with cheese, room needs to be made to fit in all of the different brands, varieties, etc. but there are only so many Cool Whip options out there. Yet the bank of Cool Whip is far larger than the cheese area.
By the time we'd moved on to comparing the size of the bread section to the size of the Hostess snack section (yes, John, I did mention your traditional breakfast) we concluded that we really needed to either #1 get out more or #2 go back to graduate school and get the MBA degree. Both of us opted for the former!
On a more somber note, the "oh my GOD what am I going to do with the rest of my life and is this windmill really worth tilting?" dilemma still hangs over my head. Most of the time I percolate and weigh my options, but every now and again it truly makes me want to scream. Lousy teachers get to work as profs because they wrote a good dissertation, but I, a good teacher with a less than perfect dissertation, am supposed to - do what?
Friday, May 12, 2006
weather
I've said before that one of the things I like about Indiana is the climate. Oh, we have our really hot, really cold & really snowy days, but not to many. WInters are reasonably mild and spring is long.
On the other hand, by now you'd think that I would remember to check the weather forecast or check to make sure that all of the windows are closed when the overnight temperature is going to be 40 degrees.
On the other hand, by now you'd think that I would remember to check the weather forecast or check to make sure that all of the windows are closed when the overnight temperature is going to be 40 degrees.
Wednesday, May 10, 2006
naval gazing
Marvin had his downsides, but he was great as a supervisor and I appriciated his williness to back his grad students, no mater how stupid our actions. (He'd tell us we'd been stupid, but would stand behind us.)
I'm sure that my ruminations on Marvin owe something to my current miseries. I knew him only as a boss, but I do suspect that had he been my advisor, this would not have happened. Yet I still revere, admire and honor my advisor (may he live forever) and I keep thinking that all of this must somehow be all my fault.
You've all been so kind and if I could distill one thesis from your comments and e-mails it is that this isn't all my fault. Certainly I carry some blame, but I should remember that some also falls on the people who let me think that I was going to graduate.
Oi but this post has become depressingf. I'll end on a positive note. When Marvin retired, the university threw about 10, 000 parties to honor him. I'll never know why, but I was one of a very small handful of students that Marvin made sure was invited to each of them. As I've said, the man was not perfect, but just having me there made him so happy and that just blew me away. Oh, sure, we make our parents happy, ya ya ya, but my showing up and schmoozing made him happy. Wow.
I'm sure that my ruminations on Marvin owe something to my current miseries. I knew him only as a boss, but I do suspect that had he been my advisor, this would not have happened. Yet I still revere, admire and honor my advisor (may he live forever) and I keep thinking that all of this must somehow be all my fault.
You've all been so kind and if I could distill one thesis from your comments and e-mails it is that this isn't all my fault. Certainly I carry some blame, but I should remember that some also falls on the people who let me think that I was going to graduate.
Oi but this post has become depressingf. I'll end on a positive note. When Marvin retired, the university threw about 10, 000 parties to honor him. I'll never know why, but I was one of a very small handful of students that Marvin made sure was invited to each of them. As I've said, the man was not perfect, but just having me there made him so happy and that just blew me away. Oh, sure, we make our parents happy, ya ya ya, but my showing up and schmoozing made him happy. Wow.
Tuesday, May 09, 2006
let us now praise
Part of being a grad student slave (not that the faculty could care) (excuse the personalized bitterness) is that you end up working for a wide variety of professionals. Some you come to loathe. Some you might not want to invite 'round for tea, but they have aspects you admire nontheless. Some you like very much.
I've been thinking about Marvin. (As always, fake names, etc. on the off chance that I am still employable.) Marvin has his downsides, but he was a great mentor and took teaching us how to be teachers very seriously. Naturally this emphasis meant that the university paid him far less than the researchers - after all, any idiot can teach. Uh-huh.
Anyway, while Marvin was and is not perfect, I've thought a lot abou him lately. He always said that I would be a great PhD...
I've been thinking about Marvin. (As always, fake names, etc. on the off chance that I am still employable.) Marvin has his downsides, but he was a great mentor and took teaching us how to be teachers very seriously. Naturally this emphasis meant that the university paid him far less than the researchers - after all, any idiot can teach. Uh-huh.
Anyway, while Marvin was and is not perfect, I've thought a lot abou him lately. He always said that I would be a great PhD...
Saturday, May 06, 2006
thunder and the moon
I have the Gang of Four's overall assesement.
Some of it makes sense. Some of it seems to be written in gibberish.
I have comments from #2, upon whom may light perpetual shine and endow with a great tan. They are critical, but also offer praise and positive comments.
Now I wait for the rest.
Some of it makes sense. Some of it seems to be written in gibberish.
I have comments from #2, upon whom may light perpetual shine and endow with a great tan. They are critical, but also offer praise and positive comments.
Now I wait for the rest.
Thursday, May 04, 2006
Plantagenets
Lately I've become obsessed with obscure bits of Medieval geneology. While rearranging books on my office, I found a huge family tree of monarchs (etc.) of Great Britain and their affiliates. Spread out on the floor, (how better to study a family tree?) I pore over it, looking for the connection between Edmund of Langley and Bonnie Price Charlie.
Yes, I am a sick and twisted person. This kind of work and research pleases and excites me. Were this enough to qualify me for a PhD in history you would not have to read this entry. Alas and alack.
(Not that you're forced to read anything, you understand.)
I'm interested to see which kings merited princesses and which married illegitimate princesses - Llywelyn for example.
Yes, I am a sick and twisted person. This kind of work and research pleases and excites me. Were this enough to qualify me for a PhD in history you would not have to read this entry. Alas and alack.
(Not that you're forced to read anything, you understand.)
I'm interested to see which kings merited princesses and which married illegitimate princesses - Llywelyn for example.
Wednesday, May 03, 2006
neighbors
I'm very fond of Precocious Neighborhood Child, though I don't blog much about her. Sam is a few chromosomes short of being in love with her, as she's happy to scratch his ears endlessly whenever they meet. PNC is quite bright, very funny and all of that, but such a strong individual in her own right that I truly admire her. I never know if a conversation about the Constitution ("My mother said you'd know the answer") will stay on topic, or move on to something erudite but odd.
For example, PNC has an extra-large cage in her room for her pet rats. When the rats died, her parents (good people) wanted to replace them. Naturally they turned to the Internet. This, to cut a long story short, meant that the replacement rats came from Ohio. Weekly updated photos got sent via e-mail and then one Saturday they took a family road trip to pick up the new rats. If you knew PNC and her parents this would not come as a surprise.
PNC is bright - alarmingly so sometimes. She knows which teachers will challenge and which will tow the line. She's pleased that her least favorite sub is filling in for the month at another class "it means I'm safe." She's highly annoyed at how "boring" school is (she's in the gifted program) and looks forward to Middle School, because it will have study hall. "Then I can really get to be good at checkers."
I'm always secretly pleased when PNC is outside as Sam and I walk by. Our conversations are unpredictable, but always enjoyable. For some reason she has decided that, while an adult (aka yucky) I am still worth the conversation time and it's always wonderful. I think it might be my interest in her rats. I like mammals in cages, what can I say...
PNC spends most of the summer scheduled and away from the neighborhood. Much as I am happy that summer is a'coming in, I shall miss her.
For example, PNC has an extra-large cage in her room for her pet rats. When the rats died, her parents (good people) wanted to replace them. Naturally they turned to the Internet. This, to cut a long story short, meant that the replacement rats came from Ohio. Weekly updated photos got sent via e-mail and then one Saturday they took a family road trip to pick up the new rats. If you knew PNC and her parents this would not come as a surprise.
PNC is bright - alarmingly so sometimes. She knows which teachers will challenge and which will tow the line. She's pleased that her least favorite sub is filling in for the month at another class "it means I'm safe." She's highly annoyed at how "boring" school is (she's in the gifted program) and looks forward to Middle School, because it will have study hall. "Then I can really get to be good at checkers."
I'm always secretly pleased when PNC is outside as Sam and I walk by. Our conversations are unpredictable, but always enjoyable. For some reason she has decided that, while an adult (aka yucky) I am still worth the conversation time and it's always wonderful. I think it might be my interest in her rats. I like mammals in cages, what can I say...
PNC spends most of the summer scheduled and away from the neighborhood. Much as I am happy that summer is a'coming in, I shall miss her.
Tuesday, May 02, 2006
calling all residents of Indiana
I don't care if you are a Hoosier or a transient registered voter.
Today is election day. I voted. As of 9:35, I was the fifth person in my district.
go vote!!!
Today is election day. I voted. As of 9:35, I was the fifth person in my district.
go vote!!!
Monday, May 01, 2006
draft post
The miracle has happened. I made it through an entire George W. Bush speech without cringing, making snide asides or throwing something at the television or radio.
All right, so it was his speech to the White House Press dinner and not anything on policy. I did appriciate GWB's willingness to laugh at his problems with pronunciation and ability to joke about Cheney. If you happen to find it on the web (I think CNN has clips) or catch it on C-SPAN, it's very good. I like Colbert's piece too, though watching it you remember that he's trained in drama, rather than as a stand-up. It's thanks to Colbert and Jon Stewart that I have any idea what's going on in the world. (All right, I do exagerate a tad, but it's partially true.)
I'm slowly resuming all of the quasi-normal activities that I dropped in the interests of "graduating" this May. Sam and I go for long walks. I've read a lot of fiction, much of it books I remember loving when I was younger (The Borrowers series, for example) and found that I still love them. I spent much of one morning just watchng fun DVDs, couldn't tell you when I last did that. I've even gone back to eating regular meals and cut back on my caffeine.
In short, by starting to get back to myself, I've started to feel far happier, less stressed, and I've even lost five and a half pounds.
Words Written: free-lance work
Lessons Graded: thirty-nine
All right, so it was his speech to the White House Press dinner and not anything on policy. I did appriciate GWB's willingness to laugh at his problems with pronunciation and ability to joke about Cheney. If you happen to find it on the web (I think CNN has clips) or catch it on C-SPAN, it's very good. I like Colbert's piece too, though watching it you remember that he's trained in drama, rather than as a stand-up. It's thanks to Colbert and Jon Stewart that I have any idea what's going on in the world. (All right, I do exagerate a tad, but it's partially true.)
I'm slowly resuming all of the quasi-normal activities that I dropped in the interests of "graduating" this May. Sam and I go for long walks. I've read a lot of fiction, much of it books I remember loving when I was younger (The Borrowers series, for example) and found that I still love them. I spent much of one morning just watchng fun DVDs, couldn't tell you when I last did that. I've even gone back to eating regular meals and cut back on my caffeine.
In short, by starting to get back to myself, I've started to feel far happier, less stressed, and I've even lost five and a half pounds.
Words Written: free-lance work
Lessons Graded: thirty-nine
Thursday, April 27, 2006
maudlin
Hello world! Hope you're all well.
On occasion I do free-lance work to supplement the "lemming foundation of research into dead people" budget. My editor is a PITA but we get on well and have a comfortable relationship. I wouldn't want this editor at my bedside were I dying, but we get on well. I can respect the sense of history and context that my editor has and he/she seems to respect my experience.
Said editor had planned to attend my graduation. I've learned that a group from church had made similiar plans. (sighs)
Meanwhile it's the end of the semester, so I am grading quickly and wishing everyone the best. I do believe in my students, but the proccess of writing letters of rec are enough to make anyone a cynic.
On occasion I do free-lance work to supplement the "lemming foundation of research into dead people" budget. My editor is a PITA but we get on well and have a comfortable relationship. I wouldn't want this editor at my bedside were I dying, but we get on well. I can respect the sense of history and context that my editor has and he/she seems to respect my experience.
Said editor had planned to attend my graduation. I've learned that a group from church had made similiar plans. (sighs)
Meanwhile it's the end of the semester, so I am grading quickly and wishing everyone the best. I do believe in my students, but the proccess of writing letters of rec are enough to make anyone a cynic.
Tuesday, April 25, 2006
timeline
1000 more days to GWB's time in office.
This is how many days JFK spent as president.
(tries to compare Bay of Pigs and Iraq...)
This is how many days JFK spent as president.
(tries to compare Bay of Pigs and Iraq...)
Monday, April 24, 2006
Yorkshire Terrier revisited
Thank-you to everyone who has commented, called and e-mailed with your support over the last few days. Quite simply, I do not have words sufficient to thank all of you for your on-going support.
I've decided not to blog about the next stages of the bureaucracy. I do have options and strings left, and I intend to thoroughly investigate all of them. If any of them are of particular interest, please drop me an e-mail.
Today is the feast day of Gabriel the Arch-Angel. I'm not quite sure how an angel can be a saint, but no matter. Not surprisingly, he is the pratron of anyone involved in communication and, by extension, of stamp collectors. I had no idea that stamp collectors even had a patron saint.
I've decided not to blog about the next stages of the bureaucracy. I do have options and strings left, and I intend to thoroughly investigate all of them. If any of them are of particular interest, please drop me an e-mail.
Today is the feast day of Gabriel the Arch-Angel. I'm not quite sure how an angel can be a saint, but no matter. Not surprisingly, he is the pratron of anyone involved in communication and, by extension, of stamp collectors. I had no idea that stamp collectors even had a patron saint.
Thursday, April 20, 2006
an anvil on the hang-glider
I got a call from my advisor (may he live forever) last night. It seems that the Gang of Four (tm) wants another 12-18 months' worth of research, writing and revision from me. So much for graduating next month.
I promise to be cheerier tomorrow.
I promise to be cheerier tomorrow.
Wednesday, April 19, 2006
teacher stuff
I've been writing exams today and pondering my syllabus for this summer. I try to be professional in my course outlines and goals, but something about exams brings out the goofy in me. A little humor seems to actually help students relax during an exam, but it's best limited to the extra credit questions, rather than the essays. The round of questions I wrote before lunch (I need to write several versions of the same exam)contained far too many in-jokes and references that no one but me will understand.
I take that back "none of my students." The joke about being "nailed to a perch" will have to go, as will all of the As Time Goes By references, though I might keep a few of the names. The lemming joke should probably be dispensed with as well, alas.
I hate making multiple choice exams almost as much as I hate grading them. The one perk is that they do allow you to express the sillier random pop culture aspects of your personality. Alas, I am not all that funny, nor am I being paid to do so.
Over teh years I've written quite a few letters of rec for former students, and so far I have a 100% acceptance rate. I've just heard from one of them. He seems a nice guy and was a fair student, but not great. I tried to highlight what he'd learned about writing from me and stressed the improvement in his grades, but feared it might not be enough. Whew! He got in.
I take that back "none of my students." The joke about being "nailed to a perch" will have to go, as will all of the As Time Goes By references, though I might keep a few of the names. The lemming joke should probably be dispensed with as well, alas.
I hate making multiple choice exams almost as much as I hate grading them. The one perk is that they do allow you to express the sillier random pop culture aspects of your personality. Alas, I am not all that funny, nor am I being paid to do so.
Over teh years I've written quite a few letters of rec for former students, and so far I have a 100% acceptance rate. I've just heard from one of them. He seems a nice guy and was a fair student, but not great. I tried to highlight what he'd learned about writing from me and stressed the improvement in his grades, but feared it might not be enough. Whew! He got in.
Monday, April 17, 2006
what dreams may come
Last night I dreamed that a very attractive man invited me to have a nightcap in his (very nice but not ostentatious) apartment. We were drinking martinis (which I loathe) when his cats came into the room. Being a polite person, even when asleep, I asked my companion to introduce me.
I never did seem to know how many cats he had, but I do remember that he'd named each of them after a letter of a Greek alphabet, in order. Other than Alpha and Omega, I haven't thought about the Greek alphabet since college (what can I say, I knew a lot of fraternity guys) but somehow in my dream I knew that this man had named his cats in alphabetical order. Some had died, so the cats weren't in order, at which point he began to tell me about each of the various feline demises in his life.
Usually I try to analyze my dreams for what my subsconcious might be trying to tell me. In this case, and with all respect to Sam, I think I'll refrain.
I never did seem to know how many cats he had, but I do remember that he'd named each of them after a letter of a Greek alphabet, in order. Other than Alpha and Omega, I haven't thought about the Greek alphabet since college (what can I say, I knew a lot of fraternity guys) but somehow in my dream I knew that this man had named his cats in alphabetical order. Some had died, so the cats weren't in order, at which point he began to tell me about each of the various feline demises in his life.
Usually I try to analyze my dreams for what my subsconcious might be trying to tell me. In this case, and with all respect to Sam, I think I'll refrain.
Thursday, April 13, 2006
books I think I've read
I read a novel today. I have many shortcomings as a person, let alone as an academic, but I do read quickly. It truly was a luxury to sit down with a book and read it, cover to cover, without constant breaks for additional chapter revisions, etc.
Not that it was a very enjoyable novel - I hate it when men try to imagine what women think about sex because they almost always get it wrong - but I read all of it.
Still no word from my advisor (may he live forever) which I take as a good omen.
Not that it was a very enjoyable novel - I hate it when men try to imagine what women think about sex because they almost always get it wrong - but I read all of it.
Still no word from my advisor (may he live forever) which I take as a good omen.
Wednesday, April 12, 2006
oh what a beautiful day
It's a glorious day today - the thunderstorms disappeared and teh sun came out. I spent more time outside with a novel before sitting down again to the joyful task of making out a syllabus.
Sam treed a cat today, despite the fence between them. Even neutered dogs have their [pride.
Words Written: zero (ha! ha!)
Lessons Graded: fifty-six
Sam treed a cat today, despite the fence between them. Even neutered dogs have their [pride.
Words Written: zero (ha! ha!)
Lessons Graded: fifty-six
Tuesday, April 11, 2006
he would have an airplane
Slowly settling into the waiting process, I've realized that I don't have a thing suitable for wearing to my defense. Tempting though it is to shsow up in my favorite history-geek t-shirt, baggy jeans and silly sweatshirt, the wool socks would probably not make an appropriate fashion statement.
I still think it's preposterous that we share atime zone with Maine, but I am grateful for teh extra hour of daylight in the evening. Sam and I can take longer walks and I worry less about rushing him past the hydrants so that we can get home before twilight. Soon it will be too hot to walk in the evenings, and I want to enjoy the time that we have left.
I haven't yet gotten around to putting away any of the books. I've been trying to decide if I should adopt another organizational idea or continue with the old one. The clutter, needledd to say, is enormous. There's a narrow path for me and poor Sam picks his way carefully about, or else settles for a flying leap.
I still think it's preposterous that we share atime zone with Maine, but I am grateful for teh extra hour of daylight in the evening. Sam and I can take longer walks and I worry less about rushing him past the hydrants so that we can get home before twilight. Soon it will be too hot to walk in the evenings, and I want to enjoy the time that we have left.
I haven't yet gotten around to putting away any of the books. I've been trying to decide if I should adopt another organizational idea or continue with the old one. The clutter, needledd to say, is enormous. There's a narrow path for me and poor Sam picks his way carefully about, or else settles for a flying leap.
Monday, April 10, 2006
I am alone with my sheep
Words Written: zero (ye-haw!)
Lessons Graded: zero (The natives are beyond restless)
Books on Floor: One hundred and eighty-eight
Books on Desk: seven
coffee cups on desk: three
soda cans on desk: four (yes it's SODA and not pop)
Pleasant conversations with my advisor (may he live forever): one
Now I get to bite my nails until I defend, later on in the month. About half of th3 time, faith has kept me going. I am a damned good teacher, if I say so myself, and God is going to make possible what I have failed to do.
The other half of the time I want to hide in bed with the covers pulled up to my chin. I don't know of anyone who failed their orals, but it must happen.
On a more cheerful note, I've spent the past week reading novels and watching TV, two activities in short supply during the last days of the diss. Oh, and did I mention that I have a job teaching summer session? Spending July in a classroom is not my idea of a great time, but it's going to be VERY GOOD for my C.V.
OK, I'm officially back - look out!
Lessons Graded: zero (The natives are beyond restless)
Books on Floor: One hundred and eighty-eight
Books on Desk: seven
coffee cups on desk: three
soda cans on desk: four (yes it's SODA and not pop)
Pleasant conversations with my advisor (may he live forever): one
Now I get to bite my nails until I defend, later on in the month. About half of th3 time, faith has kept me going. I am a damned good teacher, if I say so myself, and God is going to make possible what I have failed to do.
The other half of the time I want to hide in bed with the covers pulled up to my chin. I don't know of anyone who failed their orals, but it must happen.
On a more cheerful note, I've spent the past week reading novels and watching TV, two activities in short supply during the last days of the diss. Oh, and did I mention that I have a job teaching summer session? Spending July in a classroom is not my idea of a great time, but it's going to be VERY GOOD for my C.V.
OK, I'm officially back - look out!
Monday, April 03, 2006
good times and bum times, I've seen 'em all and my dear
Yes, I am alive. I am utterly worn out, but I'm still here. I'll put up a post with details, such as words written and books on floor sometime soon.
The diss is a lot shorter than I would have liked, but I devoutly hope that the quality will outweigh the quantity.
The diss is a lot shorter than I would have liked, but I devoutly hope that the quality will outweigh the quantity.
Tuesday, March 28, 2006
deadline
I have until 3:30 tomorrow.
Now to cram 30 hours' worth of writing into 24. Gosh-a-mighty but I do hate proper footnote format.
Now to cram 30 hours' worth of writing into 24. Gosh-a-mighty but I do hate proper footnote format.
Monday, March 27, 2006
omens, portents and signs
My horroscope on Friday was a horrorscrope - it announced that I didn't have the time or resources to complete a major project and I should put in the towel. (This probably contributed to my exasperation this weekend.)
Then on Sunday George Mason (a little school) beat UCONN (which even I know is a big school powerhouse) in overtime. This is good.
This morning #2 (upon whom may the sun shine) sent me the absolutely most kind, supportive, helpful and constructive e-mail I've ever recieved and it was all of two sentences long.
When I nipped out to run a quick errand, I passed two very good looking young men, which always brightens my day. Then I noticed that they were #1 wearing backpacks and #2 had chained their bicycles and helmets to a stop sign at the entrance to my neighborhood. I'm a tenured grad student in history, you can't fool me: Mormon missionaries. Ordinarily I'd be happy to talk with them, but today was just not a good day. By the time I got back, the pair were leaving my neighbor's house and missed my car pulling in.
I estimate that I have about 36 hours worth of work left to do, by the time you (or should I say I) figure in correcting the footnotes and updating the appendix. As ever, thanks for all of your support. I look forward to becoming a human being again when this is over.
Words Written: 6000+
Lessons Graded: zero
P.S. Happy Birthday to Andrew.
Then on Sunday George Mason (a little school) beat UCONN (which even I know is a big school powerhouse) in overtime. This is good.
This morning #2 (upon whom may the sun shine) sent me the absolutely most kind, supportive, helpful and constructive e-mail I've ever recieved and it was all of two sentences long.
When I nipped out to run a quick errand, I passed two very good looking young men, which always brightens my day. Then I noticed that they were #1 wearing backpacks and #2 had chained their bicycles and helmets to a stop sign at the entrance to my neighborhood. I'm a tenured grad student in history, you can't fool me: Mormon missionaries. Ordinarily I'd be happy to talk with them, but today was just not a good day. By the time I got back, the pair were leaving my neighbor's house and missed my car pulling in.
I estimate that I have about 36 hours worth of work left to do, by the time you (or should I say I) figure in correcting the footnotes and updating the appendix. As ever, thanks for all of your support. I look forward to becoming a human being again when this is over.
Words Written: 6000+
Lessons Graded: zero
P.S. Happy Birthday to Andrew.
Saturday, March 25, 2006
choppy weather in the Channel
This is officially not fun any more. I'm sore, I'm tired and I'm scared. The conflicting voices of my advisor (may he live forever) and #4 are looping through my head and I don't ike what either of them is telling me to do.
On a happier note, #2 (on whom may the sun shine) has been wonderfully supportive and kind. #2 even sent an e-mail out of the blue to say "hang in there, you can do this.'"
I think I can I think I can I think can...
Words Written: a lot
Lessons Graded: zero
On a happier note, #2 (on whom may the sun shine) has been wonderfully supportive and kind. #2 even sent an e-mail out of the blue to say "hang in there, you can do this.'"
I think I can I think I can I think can...
Words Written: a lot
Lessons Graded: zero
Wednesday, March 22, 2006
snails
Still plugging away. Progress is being made, but not as much as I'd like. I suspect that I'm tired.
A defense date and time have been selected.
Sinister secret of snail's escape
A defense date and time have been selected.
Sinister secret of snail's escape
Tuesday, March 21, 2006
how's the weather in the Channel?
Having consumed my last box (sigh) of tag-a-longs, I've moved on to thin mints.
Once again, I was fast asleep at 6:00 PM and wide awake (and thus working) at 3 AM.
I've come to the conclusion that while the examples are great and the research outstanding, I'm just never going to understand the general premise of a book I've read and reread off and on since 1996. Ah well - at least the book has large print.
I've buried Green Book so well under other books that now I can't find it.
I realize that this is a fascinating post - sorry!
Once again, I was fast asleep at 6:00 PM and wide awake (and thus working) at 3 AM.
I've come to the conclusion that while the examples are great and the research outstanding, I'm just never going to understand the general premise of a book I've read and reread off and on since 1996. Ah well - at least the book has large print.
I've buried Green Book so well under other books that now I can't find it.
I realize that this is a fascinating post - sorry!
Sunday, March 19, 2006
quick check-in
This is the final push week, ulp.
Words Written: a little over 1000
Lessons Graded: zero
Books on Floor: thirty-one
Books on Desk: four
Open Boxes of Girl Scout Cookies: one
Empty soda cans: three
Words Written: a little over 1000
Lessons Graded: zero
Books on Floor: thirty-one
Books on Desk: four
Open Boxes of Girl Scout Cookies: one
Empty soda cans: three
Thursday, March 16, 2006
cat herding
I've finally heard from #3. The two dates that my advisor (may he live forever) and #2 (upon whom may light shine) have in common also happen to be dates that #3 has mostly free!
Just wait, with my luck those two dates will be when #4 plans to be in Glasgow by way of Bolivia and has no chance of being on campus or near a phone. This may be the time for lighting a virtual candle to St. Jude.
Back to work!
Update: hurrah for St Jude! #4 actually has time available on both of those days. Amazing! Now to actually pick a time and date. Eeeek - must look into the appropriate Saints' Days, Good Karma Days, birthdays of ex-boyfriends, etc.
Just wait, with my luck those two dates will be when #4 plans to be in Glasgow by way of Bolivia and has no chance of being on campus or near a phone. This may be the time for lighting a virtual candle to St. Jude.
Back to work!
Update: hurrah for St Jude! #4 actually has time available on both of those days. Amazing! Now to actually pick a time and date. Eeeek - must look into the appropriate Saints' Days, Good Karma Days, birthdays of ex-boyfriends, etc.
Tuesday, March 14, 2006
a sweet little morsel
I quite literally ran into #2 (upon whom may light shine) this morning. After having a good laugh about it and brushing ourselves off, #2 asked if I had a moment. We chatted a bit about the diss and #2 seems quite enthusiastic about getting to read it and willing to be charitable when I have my defense. (Hurrah!)
#2 then said, "Lemming, Ijust wanted to remind you about something." (ulp! This chat seemed to be going so well!) "I'm a tenured professor. I had to write a diss and I've written books. Right now, however, I am on my way to the library to pick out some books. I will be reading them for fun and without any sense of guilt that I should be reading the latest scholarly journal or work in my field. Someday this will happen to you, too."
Sounds good.
#2 then said, "Lemming, Ijust wanted to remind you about something." (ulp! This chat seemed to be going so well!) "I'm a tenured professor. I had to write a diss and I've written books. Right now, however, I am on my way to the library to pick out some books. I will be reading them for fun and without any sense of guilt that I should be reading the latest scholarly journal or work in my field. Someday this will happen to you, too."
Sounds good.
Monday, March 13, 2006
Misery! Narwhal!
Indiana weather is still anything but, well, reliable. It was 72 degrees this morning, and I watched the storm clouds rolling in. According to the radio station folks, we even had a tornado warning or watch or some such. Following the briefest of showers the sun came out for a while and all was beautiful. Now I can see more clouds rolling in and the trees swaying in the wind.
Though the dissertation is still a constant part of my dreams these days, my subconcious is digging up an odd cast. Two nights ago I dreamed that I was in the car, taking my completed (!) diss to campus. The car was drven by a friend from high school, the front seat passenger was a friend from college and I sat in the back, next to Professor McGonnagall. Last night I dreamed that my family planned a picnic to celebrate (!!) my graduation. For some reason John Wayne counted as family and he made the drinks.
Utterly true story: during qualifying exams, aka two weeks of utter living hell, I kept dreaming that Mamie Eisenhower and I were having Manhattans together. I loathe Manhattans.
I'm still trying to nail down dates with the Gang of Four. My advisor (may he live forever) and #2 (upon whom also may light shine) very kindly gave me some possible days, on both of which they're almost entirely free. With my luck, #3 and #4 will be impossibly busy on both of those days. I tried to talk the graduate secretary into letting me schedule an evening defense, to be held at a local bar and grill known for its large drinks. She was not impressed.
Utterly true story: I know four people who had their defense for the MA in this same bar & grill. I guess the PhD process is supposed to be more dignified. Sheesh - what am I going to wear??!
Though the dissertation is still a constant part of my dreams these days, my subconcious is digging up an odd cast. Two nights ago I dreamed that I was in the car, taking my completed (!) diss to campus. The car was drven by a friend from high school, the front seat passenger was a friend from college and I sat in the back, next to Professor McGonnagall. Last night I dreamed that my family planned a picnic to celebrate (!!) my graduation. For some reason John Wayne counted as family and he made the drinks.
Utterly true story: during qualifying exams, aka two weeks of utter living hell, I kept dreaming that Mamie Eisenhower and I were having Manhattans together. I loathe Manhattans.
I'm still trying to nail down dates with the Gang of Four. My advisor (may he live forever) and #2 (upon whom also may light shine) very kindly gave me some possible days, on both of which they're almost entirely free. With my luck, #3 and #4 will be impossibly busy on both of those days. I tried to talk the graduate secretary into letting me schedule an evening defense, to be held at a local bar and grill known for its large drinks. She was not impressed.
Utterly true story: I know four people who had their defense for the MA in this same bar & grill. I guess the PhD process is supposed to be more dignified. Sheesh - what am I going to wear??!
Wednesday, March 08, 2006
Your Whole Master-Plan Depends Upon a Yorkshire Terrier
Dear Tech "Support" People,
You know why you have a job? Because of people like me. If everyone were as computer savvy as you, the position wouldn't be necessary. Getting mad at the people who ask you for assistance (have you looked at your job description lately?) but do not understand a word of jargon is far from helpful, let alone supportive.
Grr.
The worst of it is that this happened not once but three times this morning, once to me and twice to a student and cced to me. Sheesh. Obviously someone forgot to pass out the drams this morning.
Words Written: (whimpers)
Lessons Graded: five
You know why you have a job? Because of people like me. If everyone were as computer savvy as you, the position wouldn't be necessary. Getting mad at the people who ask you for assistance (have you looked at your job description lately?) but do not understand a word of jargon is far from helpful, let alone supportive.
Grr.
The worst of it is that this happened not once but three times this morning, once to me and twice to a student and cced to me. Sheesh. Obviously someone forgot to pass out the drams this morning.
Words Written: (whimpers)
Lessons Graded: five
Monday, March 06, 2006
follow-up
Having established, thanks to my very kind readers, that 30 drams = two shots, I confess that I was still a tad baffled. The historian made it clear that the increase in the liquor ration demonstrated terrible judgement on the part of the leader. Perhaps it's the ivory tower sherry drinking academic in me, but two shots a day, while not necessarily healthy, didn't sound like all that much.
Then I reread the passage in question. The men were given 30 drams at every meal. Now all is clear.
Words Written: big writing day today
Lessons Graded: fifteen (one more to go)
Then I reread the passage in question. The men were given 30 drams at every meal. Now all is clear.
Words Written: big writing day today
Lessons Graded: fifteen (one more to go)
Friday, March 03, 2006
units of measurement
All right, word-smiths, how much is a dram? My dictionary, very unhelpfully, has as the first definition "1/8th of an ounce" and as the second "1/16th of an ounce."
I've been reading about a leader who increased the liquor ration from 3 drams to 30 drams. Obviously this is a large increase, but I'm curious to know just how much.
Spent a lot of the morning wrestling with bureaucracy. Most of it redefined the word tedious, but it was pretty cool to mail in my paperwork for graduation. I'm reasonably tickled to think of all of the bored families who will page through their graduation programs and at least skim my name and dissertation title.
I've been reading about a leader who increased the liquor ration from 3 drams to 30 drams. Obviously this is a large increase, but I'm curious to know just how much.
Spent a lot of the morning wrestling with bureaucracy. Most of it redefined the word tedious, but it was pretty cool to mail in my paperwork for graduation. I'm reasonably tickled to think of all of the bored families who will page through their graduation programs and at least skim my name and dissertation title.
Thursday, March 02, 2006
a little help from my friends
Fellow academic sibling Roger just mailed me two incredibly cool and very useful articles. Some academic writing is professional with moments of fascination and moments of dullness. Both of these pieces are professional while still thoroughly entertaining; I'd read either one in the bathtub and feel quite relaxed...
Except that I'm very excited about their usefulness, so much so that I'd probably drop them in the bubbles, which might make the articles difficult to reread for citation purposes.
Words Written: six hundred or so
Lessons Graded: twenty
(What can I say, it's been a good day today.)
Except that I'm very excited about their usefulness, so much so that I'd probably drop them in the bubbles, which might make the articles difficult to reread for citation purposes.
Words Written: six hundred or so
Lessons Graded: twenty
(What can I say, it's been a good day today.)
Wednesday, March 01, 2006
some people believe in yetis
After consulting with my advisor (may he live forever) I have a due date. It's very, very, very soon. Now I must contact #2, #3 and #4 about scheduling my defense date. I'm not sure which of these prospects is the more alarming, really, the completion or trying to get four academics to agree on a date and time.
Monday, February 27, 2006
Friday, February 24, 2006
history and memory
Probably a tribute to my chosen academic field, I can remember where I was when I first heard about several historic (tm) moments. What strikes me about most of them - 9/11, the assasination attempt on Reagan, the Challenger explosion, the death of Princess Diana - is the sheer ordinariness of what I was doing at that moment. 9/11 was a very ordinary morning; in an odd way, I'm grateful, as 9/10 was one of the lovliest ordinary days of my life.
I was doing something unusual (no, I won't tell you what)(no it wasn't naughty) when I learned that the first bombs had fallen in Iraq. I can still, very vividly, see the shadow of the (very tall) man who told the group I was with. I remember the deep shock that struck all of us. There followed a long, very long, moment of silence, as we all struggled to wrap our brains around the actuality of war.
When I started Kindergarten, part of the "welcome to school" drill included telling us the location of the fall-out shelters. I couldn't have found the USSR on a map, but I knew that they might drop bombs on us at any moment. When the Berlin Wall fell, I truly hoped and prayed that this meant a generation would grow up without the underlying issues that so framed my childhood. (Admittedly, I was a rather neurotic child, but still.)
I see no end in sight. Whether we leave Iraq tomorrow or when I am an old woman, there will be a civil war. Indeed, I'm not sure that a civil war hasn't already begun. I grew up with nuclear warheads and Iranian hostages; somehow I wonder if that might have been simpler than growing up under the cloud of an undeclared war.
I was doing something unusual (no, I won't tell you what)(no it wasn't naughty) when I learned that the first bombs had fallen in Iraq. I can still, very vividly, see the shadow of the (very tall) man who told the group I was with. I remember the deep shock that struck all of us. There followed a long, very long, moment of silence, as we all struggled to wrap our brains around the actuality of war.
When I started Kindergarten, part of the "welcome to school" drill included telling us the location of the fall-out shelters. I couldn't have found the USSR on a map, but I knew that they might drop bombs on us at any moment. When the Berlin Wall fell, I truly hoped and prayed that this meant a generation would grow up without the underlying issues that so framed my childhood. (Admittedly, I was a rather neurotic child, but still.)
I see no end in sight. Whether we leave Iraq tomorrow or when I am an old woman, there will be a civil war. Indeed, I'm not sure that a civil war hasn't already begun. I grew up with nuclear warheads and Iranian hostages; somehow I wonder if that might have been simpler than growing up under the cloud of an undeclared war.
Wednesday, February 22, 2006
another milestone
On this day in 1991, President George H.W. Bush informed Iraq that they must pull out of Kuwait within twenty-four hours, or the United States would invade.
Monday, February 20, 2006
did you know that I'm writing a diss?
Another dissertation post, I'm afraid - I'm rapidly dashing toward the date when I must get everything into the hands of #1 (may he live forever), #2, #3 and #4, so the diss occupies more and more of my thoughts and time.
I did quite a bit of writing this morning, then managed to delete it. Ha ha! I have learned a thing or two along the way, and had a back-up for most of it.
Guess what I managed to do having rewritten the parts not backed-up? Of course.
I've discovered that there are some quite good bits of discarded chapters that I can also cannibalize for present use. Reduce, reuse, recycle!
On a non-academic note, I did have a lovely bubble bath (by myself, thank you!)during which I read a thoroughly trashy romance novel and sipped a glass of good white wine. If getting the diss done and becoming gainfully employed means that I can do this more often, t'will... well, almost be worth it! (laughter)
Words Written: 10 pages forward, eight pages back
Lessons Graded: twelve
I did quite a bit of writing this morning, then managed to delete it. Ha ha! I have learned a thing or two along the way, and had a back-up for most of it.
Guess what I managed to do having rewritten the parts not backed-up? Of course.
I've discovered that there are some quite good bits of discarded chapters that I can also cannibalize for present use. Reduce, reuse, recycle!
On a non-academic note, I did have a lovely bubble bath (by myself, thank you!)during which I read a thoroughly trashy romance novel and sipped a glass of good white wine. If getting the diss done and becoming gainfully employed means that I can do this more often, t'will... well, almost be worth it! (laughter)
Words Written: 10 pages forward, eight pages back
Lessons Graded: twelve
Friday, February 17, 2006
anyone and anything at all
There's a plumber fixing my leaky bathtub at the moment. Although this will probably be expensive, the experience is not without its perks.
#1 - He's cute
#2 - he smells good
#3 - he seems to actually enjoy explaining the intricacies of the repair job to me
#4 - when he's done (this is the third hour of his labors, mind you) I will be able to take a bubble bath
Words Written: zero - but that's next
Lessons Graded: twenty-six
#1 - He's cute
#2 - he smells good
#3 - he seems to actually enjoy explaining the intricacies of the repair job to me
#4 - when he's done (this is the third hour of his labors, mind you) I will be able to take a bubble bath
Words Written: zero - but that's next
Lessons Graded: twenty-six
Thursday, February 16, 2006
morning and evening, daytime and night time too!
My advisor (may he live forever) is happy with my latest work. I repeat my advisor (may he and his progeny know nothing but bliss) is pleased with my latest work.
(dance of joy)
(massive sangria inspired dance of joy)
To hell with news, current events, Quayle hunts, politics and Jessica Simpson. I DID GOOD!!
(blows kisses to Mr. Spoon)
(dance of joy)
(massive sangria inspired dance of joy)
To hell with news, current events, Quayle hunts, politics and Jessica Simpson. I DID GOOD!!
(blows kisses to Mr. Spoon)
Tuesday, February 14, 2006
hidden in plain sight
For the first several years of graduate school, I was a relatively high profile person. I attended job talks, professional discussions, and social gatherings, held elected office in various departmental organizations, etc. After a few years pretty much all of the faculty could connect my face to my name and even people not in my field would ask me in the elevator what I'd thought of the latest faculty search possibilities. This was all terribly flattering as well sa professionally educational.
Then I cut off most of my hair and sequestered myself with my books and computer, visiting campus only when essential. Today was one of those days. Its very amusing high points:
1) while checking my e-mail in the graduate student lounge whisper to each other "who do you suppose she is? She looks too old to be a graduate student, but she's not dressed like a prof. Is she even in our department?"
2) hearing two other graduate students discuss #3 in the elevator
3) unintentionally eavesdropping on two history faculty members discussing the relative merits of a third
4) again, very unintentionally listening to two other faculty members discuss which graduate students they felt should be expelled from the program. (Fortunately my name was not among them.)
Now, the first two stories were amusing but not surprising. At my stage of the game I have next to no contact with first years and while they might possibly have heard my name, they've no reason to know what I look like.
The latter two instances left me puzzled as to an appropriate reaction, other than walking away, which I couldn't. (Long story) None of these faculty are in my field, and I'm reasonably sure that I've never exchanged more than a "good morning" with one of them. The other three surprised me - not only that they would have such discussions in a public place, but that none of them recognized me as a grad student, even if they'd forgotten my name.
Any suggestions?
Then I cut off most of my hair and sequestered myself with my books and computer, visiting campus only when essential. Today was one of those days. Its very amusing high points:
1) while checking my e-mail in the graduate student lounge whisper to each other "who do you suppose she is? She looks too old to be a graduate student, but she's not dressed like a prof. Is she even in our department?"
2) hearing two other graduate students discuss #3 in the elevator
3) unintentionally eavesdropping on two history faculty members discussing the relative merits of a third
4) again, very unintentionally listening to two other faculty members discuss which graduate students they felt should be expelled from the program. (Fortunately my name was not among them.)
Now, the first two stories were amusing but not surprising. At my stage of the game I have next to no contact with first years and while they might possibly have heard my name, they've no reason to know what I look like.
The latter two instances left me puzzled as to an appropriate reaction, other than walking away, which I couldn't. (Long story) None of these faculty are in my field, and I'm reasonably sure that I've never exchanged more than a "good morning" with one of them. The other three surprised me - not only that they would have such discussions in a public place, but that none of them recognized me as a grad student, even if they'd forgotten my name.
Any suggestions?
Tuesday, February 07, 2006
Moses supposes
I swiped this from Editor B - one of the funniest quizzes I've taken in a very long time.
Monday, February 06, 2006
thought for a diss day
"Courage doesn't always roar. Sometimes courage is the little voice at the end of the day that says, 'I'll try again tomorrow.'"
- Mary Anne Radmacher
- Mary Anne Radmacher
Thursday, February 02, 2006
in praise of dogs
Yesterday was a very warm day in the Indianapolis 'burbs, even by the standards of this year's mild winter. Sam and I took our walk unusually late, as the evening was getting on toward twilight. We've covered this ground so often that I confess I'd moved onto auto-pilot. Sam knew that (oh joy!) the local hydrant was up ahead and I knew that I had some extra time before reaching home. Thus my thoughts were on the connections between Green Book, Brown Book and the sudden realization that they connected with a book by the historian I admire beyond all others, even my advisor (may he live forever) and the glory of making that link. Sam's attentions were on the hydrant, a mere yard or so away. The sunset was a lovely shade of rose.
Then: DANGER! EXCEITEMENT! Another dog, quietly resting on the porch with his family, saw Sam, broke his collar and his leash to run into the street and greet my dog.
Now, Sam is a polite fellow. The kennel folks always decribe him as a "model canine citizen." Yet I am his human and it is his duty to protect me. In his eyes I am a defenseless damsel and he slays my dragons. Sam will do the "sniff thing" and whatnot to be polite. At the same time, he's also getting on (sigh) in years and so is not as playful as he once was.He was happy to sniff the puppy in greeting, but the moment that the other dog tried to get my attention, he was not happy. "Grrr..."
It was clear that other dog said, "Well, OK, then I'll play with you..."
Did I mention that Sam is no longer young? He thought that the other dog (all of seven months) was jumping on me and growled again.
By now the other dog's owners had jumped in with a makeshift leash and pulled the puppy away. I was afraid that they would be upset with my (beloved) Sam and yell at me. On the contrary, they were kind, nice & funny, grateful that I knew their dog had only wanted to play with Sam (OK, and maybe he wanted an ear scratch from me) and we had a wonderful chat about dogs, Sam's age making him reluctant to romp, why dogs are awesome and how dull life is without dogs.
I've met the majority of my neighbors through having a dog, a fact that I'm sure pleases Sam. (He is a good dog, but does have an ego...)
During the summer lots of people walk their dogs. It's the folks who walk their dogs in snow and ice and freezing rain who seem to have a kinship.
Then: DANGER! EXCEITEMENT! Another dog, quietly resting on the porch with his family, saw Sam, broke his collar and his leash to run into the street and greet my dog.
Now, Sam is a polite fellow. The kennel folks always decribe him as a "model canine citizen." Yet I am his human and it is his duty to protect me. In his eyes I am a defenseless damsel and he slays my dragons. Sam will do the "sniff thing" and whatnot to be polite. At the same time, he's also getting on (sigh) in years and so is not as playful as he once was.He was happy to sniff the puppy in greeting, but the moment that the other dog tried to get my attention, he was not happy. "Grrr..."
It was clear that other dog said, "Well, OK, then I'll play with you..."
Did I mention that Sam is no longer young? He thought that the other dog (all of seven months) was jumping on me and growled again.
By now the other dog's owners had jumped in with a makeshift leash and pulled the puppy away. I was afraid that they would be upset with my (beloved) Sam and yell at me. On the contrary, they were kind, nice & funny, grateful that I knew their dog had only wanted to play with Sam (OK, and maybe he wanted an ear scratch from me) and we had a wonderful chat about dogs, Sam's age making him reluctant to romp, why dogs are awesome and how dull life is without dogs.
I've met the majority of my neighbors through having a dog, a fact that I'm sure pleases Sam. (He is a good dog, but does have an ego...)
During the summer lots of people walk their dogs. It's the folks who walk their dogs in snow and ice and freezing rain who seem to have a kinship.
Wednesday, February 01, 2006
three unrelated items
Did you spend the evening watching Court TV instead of the President's State of the Union Address? C'mon, admit it. Well, fear not, because Reid's post will tell you everything you need to know.
Remember Green Book? The one I keep complaining is boring when the subject matter means that it should be exciting? I've just learned that the author has died, far too young. The obituary makes it sound as though said historian was a much beloved and inspirational teacher. I'm sorry for his friends, family and colleagues, and horrified that I would say this, but it's still a dull book.
My advisor (may he live forever) is mortal, but there's nothing mere about him. He is a giant in his field, writes truly interesting books, is a gifted and inspiring teacher and I fear his wrath in part because it is so rare. It's still amazing to me that my advisor (may his good health and happiness endure) can be so busy with his own writing and editing and still find the time to be as thorough with the writing of folks such as me.
Remember Green Book? The one I keep complaining is boring when the subject matter means that it should be exciting? I've just learned that the author has died, far too young. The obituary makes it sound as though said historian was a much beloved and inspirational teacher. I'm sorry for his friends, family and colleagues, and horrified that I would say this, but it's still a dull book.
My advisor (may he live forever) is mortal, but there's nothing mere about him. He is a giant in his field, writes truly interesting books, is a gifted and inspiring teacher and I fear his wrath in part because it is so rare. It's still amazing to me that my advisor (may his good health and happiness endure) can be so busy with his own writing and editing and still find the time to be as thorough with the writing of folks such as me.
Tuesday, January 31, 2006
more memes
I've been tagged by Bartleby.
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1. Go into your archives.
2. Find your 23rd post.
3. Post the fifth sentence (or closest to it).
4. Post the text of the sentence in your blog along with these instructions.
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"By sheer providence, I wrote 'Please see me if I can be of any help' on both of their exams."
This came from a post about two older students in the first class for which I ever served as a TA. Both had some trepidation about going back to college, but very much wanted to set an example for their children. I'd just read an obituary for one of them, very sad, but I was so pleased to see her BA mentioned.
Speaking of Providence, masses of thanks to Tom and Rachel.
I have an e-mail from my advisor (may he live forever) in my in-mail box and am working up the courage to read it.
lessons graded: twelve
words written: one hundred
Update: it was a far more positive message than I'd feared. No, Tom, I don't think my advisor (may he live forever) would fire me, but I do worry that his expectations might be more than I, a mere mortal, can meet. I also have a hunch that he read my chapter at the end of a long day and was less patient as a result.
= = = = = = = = = =
1. Go into your archives.
2. Find your 23rd post.
3. Post the fifth sentence (or closest to it).
4. Post the text of the sentence in your blog along with these instructions.
= = = = = = = = = =
"By sheer providence, I wrote 'Please see me if I can be of any help' on both of their exams."
This came from a post about two older students in the first class for which I ever served as a TA. Both had some trepidation about going back to college, but very much wanted to set an example for their children. I'd just read an obituary for one of them, very sad, but I was so pleased to see her BA mentioned.
Speaking of Providence, masses of thanks to Tom and Rachel.
I have an e-mail from my advisor (may he live forever) in my in-mail box and am working up the courage to read it.
lessons graded: twelve
words written: one hundred
Update: it was a far more positive message than I'd feared. No, Tom, I don't think my advisor (may he live forever) would fire me, but I do worry that his expectations might be more than I, a mere mortal, can meet. I also have a hunch that he read my chapter at the end of a long day and was less patient as a result.
Monday, January 30, 2006
I hate Mondays
The latest feedback from my advisor (may he live forever) is less than inspiring or confidence-inducing.
Why can't I manage to communicate on paper all that I have bundled up inside my head?
Why is it that everyone whom I ask to read something either a) doesn't or b) says it's fine and there are no errors? Apparently anyone who has read this for me "obviously is not familiar with standard scholarly procedure."
Excuse me - I'm going to go look for a teddy bear. Sorry such a downer of a post...
Lessons Graded: thirty-six
Words Written: three hundred and ninety-one
Why can't I manage to communicate on paper all that I have bundled up inside my head?
Why is it that everyone whom I ask to read something either a) doesn't or b) says it's fine and there are no errors? Apparently anyone who has read this for me "obviously is not familiar with standard scholarly procedure."
Excuse me - I'm going to go look for a teddy bear. Sorry such a downer of a post...
Lessons Graded: thirty-six
Words Written: three hundred and ninety-one
Wednesday, January 25, 2006
another meme
I've been tagged by Harriet.
4 jobs you have had in your life: marking down garments at a second hand store, receptionist, psychology experiment subject (was paid very well to drink cocktails and have my brain waves studied) and encyclopedia entry writer
4 movies you could watch over and over: 1776, Chariots of Fire, Gosford Park, Bridget Jones' Diary
4 television shows you love: only four??! ER, Cops, Cold Case Files, MacNeil/Lehrer News Hour
4 places you have lived: Chicago, IL; Midway, OH; Newburyport, MA; suburban Indianapolis
4 places you have been on vacation: Astoria, OR; Oxford, UK; Iowa City, IA; Atlanta, GA
4 websites you visit daily: amazon.com, wikipedia, BBC headlines, my blog roll
4 places you would rather be right now: Outside the stadium at my university throwing my doctoral cap in the air, in front of a blackboard with students eagerly hanging on my every word, eating clam chowder while gazing at the Atlantic Ocean, in bed & asleep
4 bloggers you are tagging: Hmmm. Chesterley, CPF, Steven and Greg. Accepting this tag is to be done on a purely voluntary basis.
4 jobs you have had in your life: marking down garments at a second hand store, receptionist, psychology experiment subject (was paid very well to drink cocktails and have my brain waves studied) and encyclopedia entry writer
4 movies you could watch over and over: 1776, Chariots of Fire, Gosford Park, Bridget Jones' Diary
4 television shows you love: only four??! ER, Cops, Cold Case Files, MacNeil/Lehrer News Hour
4 places you have lived: Chicago, IL; Midway, OH; Newburyport, MA; suburban Indianapolis
4 places you have been on vacation: Astoria, OR; Oxford, UK; Iowa City, IA; Atlanta, GA
4 websites you visit daily: amazon.com, wikipedia, BBC headlines, my blog roll
4 places you would rather be right now: Outside the stadium at my university throwing my doctoral cap in the air, in front of a blackboard with students eagerly hanging on my every word, eating clam chowder while gazing at the Atlantic Ocean, in bed & asleep
4 bloggers you are tagging: Hmmm. Chesterley, CPF, Steven and Greg. Accepting this tag is to be done on a purely voluntary basis.
Tuesday, January 24, 2006
harumpf
Today is the Feast day of the patron saint of editors, Francis de Sales.
Given what I think of my assigned editor for my freelance work, I think I'll skip the candle lighting for today.
Words Written: found more!! found more!!
Lessons Graded: twelve
Given what I think of my assigned editor for my freelance work, I think I'll skip the candle lighting for today.
Words Written: found more!! found more!!
Lessons Graded: twelve
Thursday, January 19, 2006
return of the pickle monster
In addition to the usual pens, post-it notes and scratch paper, I keep a photo of Grandpa on my desk.
My grandfather was the youngest son of a coal miner. His only memory of his father was of watching him die from black lung. Grandpa was a straight A student, despite the fact that the language spoken at home (Swedish) was not the language used at school. When Grandpa was 13, his stepfather decided that he was tired of raising another man's children and kicked them all out.
Grandpa never went to high school, but he remained a voracious reader, enthusiastic observer of the world and adored travel whenever possible. From reading his letters, I know that he had a weakness for puns and running jokes, liked the occasional glass of scotch, and enjoyed winning at card games.
I can say, with all sincerity, if no modesty, that even more than cards, Grandpa adored me. Becoming a grandfather was one of the high points of his life. My memories of him are all fun, silly and wonderful.
Yesterday was not a good day for the diss. Not a bad day, you understand, not a time when I wish for vodka shots and legs that would land me a corporate job, but not a good day, either. I toyed with the idea of quitting, thought about it for quite some time, and decided to sleep on it. Quitting, that is...
Then I dreamed about him - he was hugging me, and saying nice things about Ed and Green Book and telling me not to worry.
OK, Pickle Monster, you win.
My grandfather was the youngest son of a coal miner. His only memory of his father was of watching him die from black lung. Grandpa was a straight A student, despite the fact that the language spoken at home (Swedish) was not the language used at school. When Grandpa was 13, his stepfather decided that he was tired of raising another man's children and kicked them all out.
Grandpa never went to high school, but he remained a voracious reader, enthusiastic observer of the world and adored travel whenever possible. From reading his letters, I know that he had a weakness for puns and running jokes, liked the occasional glass of scotch, and enjoyed winning at card games.
I can say, with all sincerity, if no modesty, that even more than cards, Grandpa adored me. Becoming a grandfather was one of the high points of his life. My memories of him are all fun, silly and wonderful.
Yesterday was not a good day for the diss. Not a bad day, you understand, not a time when I wish for vodka shots and legs that would land me a corporate job, but not a good day, either. I toyed with the idea of quitting, thought about it for quite some time, and decided to sleep on it. Quitting, that is...
Then I dreamed about him - he was hugging me, and saying nice things about Ed and Green Book and telling me not to worry.
OK, Pickle Monster, you win.
Tuesday, January 17, 2006
translation
I have just learned that, when translated into Japanese, the name Chris means "galloping squirrel."
Friday, January 13, 2006
thought for the day
"Why is it that The Oxford Dictionary of Quotations bulges with quotations by men... when women (as men are the first to point out) do all the talking?"
-Peg Bracken
Words Written: eight hundred and sixty-two
Lessons Graded: five
-Peg Bracken
Words Written: eight hundred and sixty-two
Lessons Graded: five
Thursday, January 12, 2006
the day after
Now comes the joy of decifering all of the enthusiastic notes I made yesterday. I haven't a clue what "EQCR" might mean, but I used it a lot. Still, progress is being made and progress=good.
#4 wants to read the latest incarnation of my introduction. Good thing I proof-read it before mailing, as I caught a couple of sentences that really needed to be cleaned up. It also gave me a chance to incorporate a few of yesterday's great ideas, so it's probably much improved.
Sam is, in unusually undignified fashion, delighted with today's warm temperatures. (57 degrees!) He's dug up a few old bones, rolled about in the leaves, and spent a long time at the foot of a tree, trying to stare down a squirrel.
#4 wants to read the latest incarnation of my introduction. Good thing I proof-read it before mailing, as I caught a couple of sentences that really needed to be cleaned up. It also gave me a chance to incorporate a few of yesterday's great ideas, so it's probably much improved.
Sam is, in unusually undignified fashion, delighted with today's warm temperatures. (57 degrees!) He's dug up a few old bones, rolled about in the leaves, and spent a long time at the foot of a tree, trying to stare down a squirrel.
Wednesday, January 11, 2006
lemming progresses!
It's been a very productive day here at headquarters and one that only looks to get better.
1) Suitably fortified by chocolate, I read #4's e-mail and replied. #4 then replied to me, in unusually positive terms. Whoo-hoo!
2) Now that I know what to look for, I've located more and more of Ed's mistakes. Not only does this make me giggle, but it serves to remind me that I really do know all of this literature pretty well. As graduate students are rarely granted a sense of empowerment, particularly where full-fledged PhDs are concerned, I'm pretty happy.
3) While looking for something else I had a huge Eureka Moment, an instant in which a vague hunch became something that I could now argue with conviction, and I had the evidence to prove it. Ten minutes later I had another.
4) When I knocked over my can of diet coke, it spilled on my machine washable sweatshirt, not the library books or dissertation notes or printed out suggestions from my advisor (may he live forever) or the carpet or the...
Oh, it is so nice to have a good day!!
Words Written: so very many things jotted down
Lessons Graded: zero ha!
Books on Floor: fifty-six, plus assorted papers and binders
1) Suitably fortified by chocolate, I read #4's e-mail and replied. #4 then replied to me, in unusually positive terms. Whoo-hoo!
2) Now that I know what to look for, I've located more and more of Ed's mistakes. Not only does this make me giggle, but it serves to remind me that I really do know all of this literature pretty well. As graduate students are rarely granted a sense of empowerment, particularly where full-fledged PhDs are concerned, I'm pretty happy.
3) While looking for something else I had a huge Eureka Moment, an instant in which a vague hunch became something that I could now argue with conviction, and I had the evidence to prove it. Ten minutes later I had another.
4) When I knocked over my can of diet coke, it spilled on my machine washable sweatshirt, not the library books or dissertation notes or printed out suggestions from my advisor (may he live forever) or the carpet or the...
Oh, it is so nice to have a good day!!
Words Written: so very many things jotted down
Lessons Graded: zero ha!
Books on Floor: fifty-six, plus assorted papers and binders
Monday, January 09, 2006
a new addition
Last night I dreamed that I was defending my diss (a delightful process, and one I await with even less enthusiasm than root canal) and Newt Gingrich had joined my committee. I do take heart that his questions were fair and reasonable ones.
Disclaimer: yes, I do know that NG has a PhD in American History. Trust me, we're in different sub-fields.
After not hearing from or seeing #4 in months, I have an e-mail from them now sitting in the "unread" section of my in-box. Must dose with chocolate first...
Disclaimer: yes, I do know that NG has a PhD in American History. Trust me, we're in different sub-fields.
After not hearing from or seeing #4 in months, I have an e-mail from them now sitting in the "unread" section of my in-box. Must dose with chocolate first...
Friday, January 06, 2006
Wednesday, January 04, 2006
I'm a good little disserter, I am
In my field, dissertations cannot criticize more established figures. We can indicate that we, with the utmost respect and deference, disagree with senior historians, but we may not criticize.
This is why I have a blog.
I'll call this historian Ed. Ed has written several books and is a huge name in the field. Many years ago I wrote to him for help on a research paper and recieved a very kind and informative type-written letter back. Thus I am predisposed to like Ed.
Ed is the only scholar ever to have examined my topic to any degree. He doesn't do much, and what he does is, to put it kindly, dated. Given that he wrote the book a great many years ago, I'm inclined to forgive him for that. The book won a great many prizes, and deservedly so.
He made lots of mistakes!!!
There, I've said it. It's a fine book and one that I've even suggested to people over the years. The mistakes I've found do not change that. They're such small details that only someone doing intimate dissection of the same group of people would notice, and it took me several years. Ed doesn't deserve to have any of his prizes recalled... but I'm finding more and more of them. I suspect that he took some notes incorrectly and the errors then made it into the manuscript and hence into my hands, but if you know where to look, they're not hard to find. Ed is a stupid git!
Thanks. I feel better now.
Words Written: spent yesterday at the library, getting more books
Lessons Graded: classes start soon!
This is why I have a blog.
I'll call this historian Ed. Ed has written several books and is a huge name in the field. Many years ago I wrote to him for help on a research paper and recieved a very kind and informative type-written letter back. Thus I am predisposed to like Ed.
Ed is the only scholar ever to have examined my topic to any degree. He doesn't do much, and what he does is, to put it kindly, dated. Given that he wrote the book a great many years ago, I'm inclined to forgive him for that. The book won a great many prizes, and deservedly so.
He made lots of mistakes!!!
There, I've said it. It's a fine book and one that I've even suggested to people over the years. The mistakes I've found do not change that. They're such small details that only someone doing intimate dissection of the same group of people would notice, and it took me several years. Ed doesn't deserve to have any of his prizes recalled... but I'm finding more and more of them. I suspect that he took some notes incorrectly and the errors then made it into the manuscript and hence into my hands, but if you know where to look, they're not hard to find. Ed is a stupid git!
Thanks. I feel better now.
Words Written: spent yesterday at the library, getting more books
Lessons Graded: classes start soon!
Monday, January 02, 2006
progress
Words Written: one thousand four hundred and twenty-six
Lessons Graded: zero
Books on Floor: eighteen
Books on Desk: four
Papers Scattered About: um, rather a lot...
Lessons Graded: zero
Books on Floor: eighteen
Books on Desk: four
Papers Scattered About: um, rather a lot...
Saturday, December 31, 2005
no turning back
I've spent New Year's Eve babysitting.
I've danced the night away.
I've had too much to drink and danced the night away.
I've lit fireworks.
On Y2K I fell into an in-depth discussion over the various physical merits of Tom Brokaw vs. Peter Jennings. No, alcohol was not a factor in this conversation.
During my last pnuemonia bout I went to bed at about 8 PM.
This year? This year I will be curled up on the sofa with a book written by one of the most dense, difficult, dull authors in my field. That is, I find him dense, difficult and dull, not to mention dictionary-driven. Nevertheless, he's a hugly important and revered name in the field and I can no longer procrastinate rereading this 515 page (with teeny-tiny print) doorslab of a classic if I am to get a chapter in the mail by January 4.
Happy New Year to all - please stay safe.
I've danced the night away.
I've had too much to drink and danced the night away.
I've lit fireworks.
On Y2K I fell into an in-depth discussion over the various physical merits of Tom Brokaw vs. Peter Jennings. No, alcohol was not a factor in this conversation.
During my last pnuemonia bout I went to bed at about 8 PM.
This year? This year I will be curled up on the sofa with a book written by one of the most dense, difficult, dull authors in my field. That is, I find him dense, difficult and dull, not to mention dictionary-driven. Nevertheless, he's a hugly important and revered name in the field and I can no longer procrastinate rereading this 515 page (with teeny-tiny print) doorslab of a classic if I am to get a chapter in the mail by January 4.
Happy New Year to all - please stay safe.
Thursday, December 29, 2005
books! books! books!
Following my last, rather blissful, post, John B. asked for titles. I'm in the midddle of a writing binge, so I will post briefly about three of them.
1) Queen Isabella: Treachery, Adultery, and Murder in Medieval England by Alison Weir. Isabella, wife of Edward II, is generally described as an odious, ambitious, adulterous, teacherous murderer without any redeeming features apart from her beauty. Weir argues that while Isabella certainly had a strong sense of self and what she deserved based upon her royal status, historians have misjudged and misunderstood many of her actions. In the 21st century we're still unlikely to condone adultery, but we have a better understanding of its whys and wherefores; being married to a man who has no sexual interest in you and actively places you in harm's way does tend to contribute to marital breakdown.
2)Andrew Jackson: His Life and Times by H.W. Brands - I first discovered Brands when I read his excellent and extensive biography of Benjamin Franklin. This is his latest work. Jackson, though much admired in his own time, now often ranks as the worst of the worst for his policies on Indian Removal. I've always felt that while he did possess admirable qualities and a calculating intellegence, Jackson did not rank among my favorite presidents. I've seen a few presentations by Brands over C-SPAN, in which he has mounted a spirited defense for Jackson. I may not agree with Brands after reading the book, but I am looking forward to it immensely.
3) The Nine Tailors by Dorothy Sayers. "A murder mystery with bells and bell ringing as the central motif??!!" I hear you cry. No, really, it was excellent. Sayers drops just enough clues that the reader could guess at what happened, but you can also just read along and enjoy. Great fun.
1) Queen Isabella: Treachery, Adultery, and Murder in Medieval England by Alison Weir. Isabella, wife of Edward II, is generally described as an odious, ambitious, adulterous, teacherous murderer without any redeeming features apart from her beauty. Weir argues that while Isabella certainly had a strong sense of self and what she deserved based upon her royal status, historians have misjudged and misunderstood many of her actions. In the 21st century we're still unlikely to condone adultery, but we have a better understanding of its whys and wherefores; being married to a man who has no sexual interest in you and actively places you in harm's way does tend to contribute to marital breakdown.
2)Andrew Jackson: His Life and Times by H.W. Brands - I first discovered Brands when I read his excellent and extensive biography of Benjamin Franklin. This is his latest work. Jackson, though much admired in his own time, now often ranks as the worst of the worst for his policies on Indian Removal. I've always felt that while he did possess admirable qualities and a calculating intellegence, Jackson did not rank among my favorite presidents. I've seen a few presentations by Brands over C-SPAN, in which he has mounted a spirited defense for Jackson. I may not agree with Brands after reading the book, but I am looking forward to it immensely.
3) The Nine Tailors by Dorothy Sayers. "A murder mystery with bells and bell ringing as the central motif??!!" I hear you cry. No, really, it was excellent. Sayers drops just enough clues that the reader could guess at what happened, but you can also just read along and enjoy. Great fun.
Monday, December 26, 2005
Happy Boxing Day!
Not surprisingly, people tend to give me books for Christmas. Generally they fall into three categories:
1) one book that I start reading right awayand devour before Boxing Day
2) a few books that look really interesting and I'll read at some point in the next year
3) one or two books that I would read if I had nothing else to read, but that really hold very little appeal for me
This year, every book given to me falls into category #1, despote ranging across a great many genres and fields. Happiness, happiness, happiness
(melts in bliss)
1) one book that I start reading right awayand devour before Boxing Day
2) a few books that look really interesting and I'll read at some point in the next year
3) one or two books that I would read if I had nothing else to read, but that really hold very little appeal for me
This year, every book given to me falls into category #1, despote ranging across a great many genres and fields. Happiness, happiness, happiness
(melts in bliss)
Wednesday, December 21, 2005
a six-pack
"Hi!"
"Hello, Kind Friend."
"I've brought you a six-pack!"
A six-pack of brownies, that is. Not that there are six of them anymore...
"Hello, Kind Friend."
"I've brought you a six-pack!"
A six-pack of brownies, that is. Not that there are six of them anymore...
Tuesday, December 20, 2005
confessions
I have yet to hear Mariah Carey sing "All I want For Christmas is You." I am bummed.
I have yet to hear "I Want a Hippopotamus For Christmas." I am beyond bummed.
Waaahh!
P.S. to yesterday's post - I was wrong. (It happens.) The first Jewish community in the colonies was established in Newport in 1654.
P.P.S. I spelled 'hippopotamus' correctly from memory, thank you very much.
Words Written: hope to do some tonight
Lessons Graded: waaaaay too many
I have yet to hear "I Want a Hippopotamus For Christmas." I am beyond bummed.
Waaahh!
P.S. to yesterday's post - I was wrong. (It happens.) The first Jewish community in the colonies was established in Newport in 1654.
P.P.S. I spelled 'hippopotamus' correctly from memory, thank you very much.
Words Written: hope to do some tonight
Lessons Graded: waaaaay too many
Monday, December 19, 2005
the good, the bad and the ugly
Thanks to all for kind comments and assurances - I do think that neurotics are drawn to academe in part because it plays on our best and worst personality charecteristics.
The good: I woke out of a sound sleep on Saturday night suddenly struck with the thought: Red book - why the heck haven't I looked it that index? I read Red Book for qualifying exams, but I haven't touched it since - oh, I could tell you the basic argument and evidence used, but I haven't really looked at it since then. Sure enough, Red Book has some really juicy quotations and great bits that I can work in. Hurrah!
The bad: Sam broke into my chocolate stash. It's been an exciting morning. Let's just say that dogs and chocolate don't mix and leave it at that.
The ugly: I went to the P.O. to mail Christmas packages this A.M. The line was long but moving and everyone seemed in good spirits. One man in the queue insisted upon saying "Merry Christmas" to everyone and getting a cheery reply. What a nice man thought I. "After all," he added, "Christmas is for children. All of these ignorant foreigners come here and destroy our culture to suit themselves by getting rid of Christmas."
Do not, I repeat, do not mess with a stressed out doctoral candidate in American history. "Oh, really? Tell me, when did your ancestors come to this country?"
"Huh? Oh, I dunno, sometime in the 1880s."
"Well, Jewish people have lived in this country since the early years of the 1700s. I'd hardly call them 'ignorant foreigners.'"
"What? That's impossible!"
Grrrrrr......
Words Written: have said a great many nice things about the author of Red Book and only thrown Green Book across the room once
Lessons Graded: that's next - not going to be pretty
The good: I woke out of a sound sleep on Saturday night suddenly struck with the thought: Red book - why the heck haven't I looked it that index? I read Red Book for qualifying exams, but I haven't touched it since - oh, I could tell you the basic argument and evidence used, but I haven't really looked at it since then. Sure enough, Red Book has some really juicy quotations and great bits that I can work in. Hurrah!
The bad: Sam broke into my chocolate stash. It's been an exciting morning. Let's just say that dogs and chocolate don't mix and leave it at that.
The ugly: I went to the P.O. to mail Christmas packages this A.M. The line was long but moving and everyone seemed in good spirits. One man in the queue insisted upon saying "Merry Christmas" to everyone and getting a cheery reply. What a nice man thought I. "After all," he added, "Christmas is for children. All of these ignorant foreigners come here and destroy our culture to suit themselves by getting rid of Christmas."
Do not, I repeat, do not mess with a stressed out doctoral candidate in American history. "Oh, really? Tell me, when did your ancestors come to this country?"
"Huh? Oh, I dunno, sometime in the 1880s."
"Well, Jewish people have lived in this country since the early years of the 1700s. I'd hardly call them 'ignorant foreigners.'"
"What? That's impossible!"
Grrrrrr......
Words Written: have said a great many nice things about the author of Red Book and only thrown Green Book across the room once
Lessons Graded: that's next - not going to be pretty
Thursday, December 15, 2005
is this progress?
It's been horrifically chaotic around here lately.
Ive been reading quite a bit, but not written a lick - too terrifying each time I sit at the computer. I own a very large teddy bear; wonder if I could type with him on my lap?
Words Written: zero
Lessons Graded: ten
Books on Floor: twenty-two
Books on Desk: seven
Books on Bedroom Floor: fourteen
Ive been reading quite a bit, but not written a lick - too terrifying each time I sit at the computer. I own a very large teddy bear; wonder if I could type with him on my lap?
Words Written: zero
Lessons Graded: ten
Books on Floor: twenty-two
Books on Desk: seven
Books on Bedroom Floor: fourteen
Friday, December 09, 2005
snow and snowed under
Sam faces a serious problem. He loathes snow, cold and wet. Thus he choses to avoid lakes, rain, baths - oh yes, and snowstorms.
On the other paw, there's eight inches of snow on the ground, so pretty hard to avoid when nature calls. He even slid out on a patch of ice, a thoroughly undignified moment for a serious dog.
Yesterday nearly every yard we walked by had children and grown ups playing in the snow. A few brave souls had shovels out, but it did seem rather like a waste of time, given how quickly the cleared areas filled up again.
I woke up around 2 AM from a series of dreadful nightmares with a dozen good ideas for the diss, half the introduction and half for detail chapters. I'm trying to push the literature as much as possible, without getting into the excruciating detail that drives me mad. I repeated the list a few times so that I wouldn't forget any of them - and then, of course, couldn't get back to sleep. (yawns) Please pass the coffee.
Now comes the challenge of integrating the ideas, most of which actually seem pretty good in broad daylight, into what's already present. You know what this means? Right: more books on the floor.
Words Written: lots of little scraps of paper
Lessons Graded: twelve
On the other paw, there's eight inches of snow on the ground, so pretty hard to avoid when nature calls. He even slid out on a patch of ice, a thoroughly undignified moment for a serious dog.
Yesterday nearly every yard we walked by had children and grown ups playing in the snow. A few brave souls had shovels out, but it did seem rather like a waste of time, given how quickly the cleared areas filled up again.
I woke up around 2 AM from a series of dreadful nightmares with a dozen good ideas for the diss, half the introduction and half for detail chapters. I'm trying to push the literature as much as possible, without getting into the excruciating detail that drives me mad. I repeated the list a few times so that I wouldn't forget any of them - and then, of course, couldn't get back to sleep. (yawns) Please pass the coffee.
Now comes the challenge of integrating the ideas, most of which actually seem pretty good in broad daylight, into what's already present. You know what this means? Right: more books on the floor.
Words Written: lots of little scraps of paper
Lessons Graded: twelve
Tuesday, December 06, 2005
dueling librarians
My second favorite reference librarian works at my local library branch. He’s smart, funny, and does me the compliment of understanding why I might be curious about something. Over the years he’s looked up all sorts of obscure and not so obscure information for me, always with a grin and a “Well now, that is a good question.”
Not only is he good at reference but he’s recommended several wonderful novels and biographies that kept me sane when I desperately needed a break from academics. In short, this is a Very Important Person in my day-to-day life.
Alas, my second-favorite reference librarian will be working at another library in 2006, so my remaining time with him is sadly limited. When he broke this news to me, he also issued one last challenge: was there anything else I wanted him to look up?
Now, as it happens, I’ve always wondered about the death of John Bellairs. Bellairs was a truly amazing author, one with oodles of research behind his novels, as well as great turns of phrase and he wrote books that I can’t put down. (The covers were all done by Edward Gorey, need I say more?) I knew that he had died suddenly, but not his age or cause of death.
“All right, SFRL, what was the cause of death?”
SFRL leaped into the fray. Within a minute he had dug up all sorts of references and information, but nothing on the cause of death. The digging continued. After five minutes, another librarian walked up. AL sized up the situation, and began to dig, too. In less then ten seconds, he had found the answer, while SFRL was still looking.
“What? Where? How did you--?”
I love librarians.
By the by, Bellairs died from a heart attack at age 53.
Not only is he good at reference but he’s recommended several wonderful novels and biographies that kept me sane when I desperately needed a break from academics. In short, this is a Very Important Person in my day-to-day life.
Alas, my second-favorite reference librarian will be working at another library in 2006, so my remaining time with him is sadly limited. When he broke this news to me, he also issued one last challenge: was there anything else I wanted him to look up?
Now, as it happens, I’ve always wondered about the death of John Bellairs. Bellairs was a truly amazing author, one with oodles of research behind his novels, as well as great turns of phrase and he wrote books that I can’t put down. (The covers were all done by Edward Gorey, need I say more?) I knew that he had died suddenly, but not his age or cause of death.
“All right, SFRL, what was the cause of death?”
SFRL leaped into the fray. Within a minute he had dug up all sorts of references and information, but nothing on the cause of death. The digging continued. After five minutes, another librarian walked up. AL sized up the situation, and began to dig, too. In less then ten seconds, he had found the answer, while SFRL was still looking.
“What? Where? How did you--?”
I love librarians.
By the by, Bellairs died from a heart attack at age 53.
Saturday, December 03, 2005
wait a minute, I think I have it
I've blogged before about my inability to understand the president and the war in Iraq. It's felt as though I was just missing one little piece of perspective, and then I would get it. I didn't expect to agree with his reasoning, but I really need to know why.
I think I've figured it out. This isn't Vietnam or the Persian Gulf to GWB. It's post-World War II Japan. He believed (and probably still believes) that following a short but powerful attack (dropping the atomic bombs) the US military would be able to spend a few years writing a constitution, holding elections, and weakening the monarchy.
Now, this thesis has a few holes. After all, Japan had spent quite a few years fighting prior to 1945 and was considerably weakened even before the bombs fell. At the same time, I think I understand why GWB has dragged us into war, and I feel better.
Back to work.
I think I've figured it out. This isn't Vietnam or the Persian Gulf to GWB. It's post-World War II Japan. He believed (and probably still believes) that following a short but powerful attack (dropping the atomic bombs) the US military would be able to spend a few years writing a constitution, holding elections, and weakening the monarchy.
Now, this thesis has a few holes. After all, Japan had spent quite a few years fighting prior to 1945 and was considerably weakened even before the bombs fell. At the same time, I think I understand why GWB has dragged us into war, and I feel better.
Back to work.
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