Monday, October 24, 2016

The Back Row Boys

Dr. Amelia's merry band of freshpersons is ticking along as such things usually do, and she is generally enjoying the semester, thankyouverymuch

However, she has a puzzling subculture within the merry band - the Back Row Boys. This group of future fraternity brothers is just not as on top of things as the rest of the students. Other gentle ladies and men take notes. They participate. When the Amazing Amelia throws out questions, they sincerely think about answers. The Back Row Boys come it exactly on time, sit and stare (except the one who texts under his desk the entire class) and pack up early, packing up meaning replacing the baseball cap on the head.

They are not generally troublesome, they are just there. They are very nearly all finance majors, and even when Dr. Amelia has modified class plans to try to speak to their interests, nothing. Their grades are mixed - some do well, some do quite poorly, but this is true of the others as well. They are just there.

All Tweeter?

It's not my call, but why don't we go on Twitter instead. This page is struggling, and has for many many months. I feel some ownership of it because of my time as mod and my years on the site. I love it, but I love mostly what it was.

Without OPH, Cassandra, Amelia, Frod, and a handful of others, it wouldn't have any content at all, and it makes me sad to go back even a year ago and see how much livelier it was.

It's been suggested here before by Ben, Cal, and others that the old blog model just doesn't carry the freight as it once did. Tech changes, you know, and Tweeter is probably dead already, too, but I feel empathy pains for poor Fab, who I suspect sits in between classes and checks for new posts that don't come.

Maybe I'm out of bounds, and I've even been blamed for damaging the page in the past, but maybe a shakeup is necessary.

Sorry if this navel-gazing is annoying to some.

Terry P.

Friday, October 21, 2016

support duck

Apparently we aren't the only ones to turn to a duck when our equanimity needs restoring.  I hope our duck doesn't feel neglected because we haven't issued him shoes, or a diaper, or taken him on a plane (I assume all those compound moves have been made by u-haul, or perhaps VW camper van).

Contingent Cassandra (possibly from Conshohocken)

Thursday, October 20, 2016

Half Assed Big (Not Really) Thirsty.

I read this thing below at this place:

My partner and I met 11 years ago while she was working in the public health sector and I was studying for my doctoral degree. Over the years, she has witnessed the highs and lows of my move into academic life – the late, lonely nights with only my laptop for company, the lengthy, soul-destroying search for employment and the relief of (finally) securing a permanent academic post. Academia has become an ever-present third party in our relationship, for better and for worse.
In many ways, having a partner who does not cohabit my academic world makes little difference to me. Our daily lives are shaped by myriad decisions and experiences that remain untouched by our disparate careers – what to have for dinner; how to celebrate our birthdays; whose turn it is to feed the cat. In other ways, though, my partner’s detachment from academic life is deeply significant to me.

I tried to think of a question about it. But I went and had Chinese food instead.

Q: What about that?