Archive for March, 2005

Ooops.

Thursday, March 31st, 2005

When I put on my contact lenses this morning, the left lens felt weird. Cold, like it was made of ice. It didn’t hurt, but it felt very strange, and not pleasant. But I didn’t feel like wearing glasses.

So I decided to bring my glasses and solution and case to work, in case my eye started hurting there. That’s smart! I’ve sometimes been caught without, and it is a bad scene. Of course, 20 minutes after getting there my eyes were just fine (this is clearly caused by my having brought the contact lens supplies to work), so I forgot all about the stuff until just now, when I want to go to bed.

I sure hope I remember tomorrow.

Elevator etiquette

Thursday, March 31st, 2005

When you are in the elevator with one other person, and the elevator stops, and the door opens, and you are standing in such a way that no one else can enter the elevator, it would be nice to move, as opposed to — say — looking shocked that someone might want to go through the door; presumably I was being silly, pressing buttons for floors I didn’t want to go to, just to irritate.

And on the other hand

Thursday, March 31st, 2005

So I can’t decide. My father’s car is fallen apart; he wants to get a new one. And since he’s in his 50s, he wants the mid-life crisis car: a (red) convertible. (Plus a bazoo for the winter, because you can’t drive a convertible in the winter here.)

Part of me is horrified: my father! Who has no grasp of appropriate and in-! Driving around in a convertible!
Part of me is pleased: hey, *I* can drive it in the summer.

Toytoy

Wednesday, March 30th, 2005

Fun, pretty, disturbingly addictive.

Personal life? Sorry.

Wednesday, March 30th, 2005

Yet another darling Chronicle article, this one saying that if you’re a local candidate who has any reasons (say, family) to stay local, you’re screwed, and you should just give up now.

For some readers, my observations may seem bleak and foreboding. I sympathize with the Ph.D. who cannot relocate because her mother has Alzheimer’s. I feel for the person whose spouse is locked into a location for career reasons. I realize that some who had hoped to find a teaching job near the place they consider home may feel cheated.

If you absolutely cannot relocate, and many people are in such a situation, then you need to reconsider your professional plans. I know several people who did just that and stumbled into rewarding careers that allowed them to remain where they needed to be.

One final observation, the twin realities of a completed Ph.D. and an ability to relocate are, in some ways, related. While I have no statistical evidence to support this, I have noticed anecdotally that “local” students in Ph.D. programs are among the least likely to complete the dissertation. Perhaps those students are more encumbered with responsibilities that obstruct degree completion, or when they learn of the narrowness of job opportunities they lose the “carrot” at the end of the degree.

We’re such a wonderful school! We have no one local, so we can talk about all sorts of different programs, except, you know, the nearby ones, and our own program (his school does not seem to have a grad program in his dept), because faculty know what it is to experience school just by teaching there. And we can understand the issues of local students by magic. (There were a number of faculty who were unimpressed by people at my undergrad school who were from Montreal because they were from Montreal — I’ll leave this one alone, other than to say that if you’re disdaining people who don’t move around when you’ve been at a school for 20+ years, you’re a hypocritical ass.)

Plus, you know, if you’re local then you’ll have family obligations or whatever, and we’ll “feel” for you, but you’re not going to have no life but academia, so sorry. Look, you suck as students, not finishing the PhDs even though you know that (a) they’re a disservice in a lot of the job market and (b) you can’t get an academic job locally with them.

I’m afraid that sometimes we academicians are so used to trafficking in pristine ideas that we forget about the harshness of the real world. And in the real world of academe, you need to be mobile.

. . . because we’re unable to do anything to work on changing the system: it’s like this because of divine fiat, and there is no way academia could ever work otherwise.

Go Western

Wednesday, March 30th, 2005

Honorary degree to Henry Morgentaler.

Yay wow congratulations

Tuesday, March 29th, 2005

I was going to congratulate the person who left the 2500th comment here, but, as it turns out, it’s me.

So I will toast myself with some Kahlua (yum) and go to sleep.

Why does Hydro-Quebec hate me?

Tuesday, March 29th, 2005

It’s SPRING. There’s no weather. There’s no nothing. And yet: power failure. But not of the neighbourhood, no. Just MY block. It’s always just my block. So I can look out my window on the houses across my back yard and see THEM watching SVU while I am in the dark, missing the show.

Whatever happened to . . .

Tuesday, March 29th, 2005

Cary Elwes?

I mean, yes, he’s in all sorts of bad movies now (as the ugly dude), but — I mean, he was Westley! The Dread Pirate Roberts!

Super! Blog!

Tuesday, March 29th, 2005

This is a joke, right?