Idiosyncratic comments of the week:
- I found out about a death in the family last week. Fortunately, everyone on that side of the family is sane, so we only have grieving and normal headaches involved. I am going to be even further behind than I had already anticipated. Or I’ll just have to put more perspective on things (including spending time remembering and missing the person who’s gone).
- In part because of this, I’ve already had more driving than even the heavy-driving fall I’d been planning for. My mp3 player is getting a huge workout, and I’ve already heard the entire unabridged Free by Chris Anderson. I think it’s the Chronicle of Higher Ed tech podcasters who quipped that if the unabridged audiobook is free, and you have to pay a small amount to get the shortened audiobook, what’ll he charge you for not listening to it at all?! Anderson shows his ignorance of psychology by using the long-debunked Maslow’s Hierarchy of Needs towards the end, but there are some very useful bits in the book.
- Academic bloggers Dr. Crazy and Tenured Radical have written entries recently on colleagues who are parents that look like they think seven wrongs make a right (i.e., see two colleagues in Demographic A who are slacking, start insulting everyone else in Demographic A). Uh, no. Slacking off is wrong. So are insults. I love your blogging, Dr C and TR, and you’re wrong here in the generalization.
- Last night I capped off the shortened week by trying to avoid the Drowned Rat Syndrome when the skies opened up before a high school football game. Son in band is good; going to band performance is good (oh, yeah, there’s a football game in there, too, somewhere); cancellation is understandable, but why not before we had to drive back through flooded streets?
- This is the second weekend in which I’m handling my online class over the weekend, when it seems a plurality of them are active. Tomorrow: more following of the discussion board, recording of presentation, message to students that there are online presentations that I create for a reason. And see how much I can read of their papers (including the batch last weekend whose planned grading has been blown up by family emergency needs).
Please take care. And in lieu of sending real or virtual flowers, please hug or call your loved ones.