|This week I'm couch-surfing with friends in downtown Phoenix.|
In case you wonder, there are skyscrapers in the desert.
1. Until this week, I had 5,743 emails in my inbox. I try to blame my smartphone. I typically read messages on the cell, and then forget to sort/delete. But really, I just avoid filing at all costs apparently. It felt *so* good to sort, file, and delete, delete, delete! For those keeping score, I'm down to 184.
2. I hate having my hands dirty. Notice I didn’t say getting my hands dirty. I don’t mind being messy, but I abhor the feeling of dirt/flour/grit/oil on my hands.
3. I think people who ride their bikes in the middle of the sidewalk going the wrong direction while texting on their cell phones deserve to crash. That I’ve spent extra time in Tempe this week has nothing to do with this confession, I’m sure.
4. Election years make me crazy. Can we revamp this system please? It's ludicrous and unduly expensive. When I think about the millions and millions of dollars that politicians spend advertising themselves and arguing with each other largely about nothing, I want to throw up. I want the next president to donate all of her campaign money to charity. That's a platform I can get behind.
|I think about this when I hear arguments about "traditional"|
marriage and values. Photo credit.
6. Academic success is coming my way lately. Namely, I got notification about my first academic award this week! One of my manuscripts was chosen as a "top paper" for an international conference I'm attending in May. Too cool!
|Don't you think this long sad hallway|
in Stauffer Hall at ASU deserves some
leaping and twirling?
8. When no one's around, I skip/jump/twirl/leap down the long hallway in my building at school. It's especially fun when I'm caught. Ahem. Nevermind the dancing the girl...
9. Jicama sucks. To me it tastes like crunchy flavorless water. I see no purpose in jicama.
10. The state of the world weighs heavily. Education. Politics. War. Homelessness. Poverty. Disease. Undergraduates standing outside of my office door and saying "like" every five seconds. It's a tough world lately.
11. The quality of college writing frightens me on a daily basis. Truly. With #10 in mind, I am terribly concerned about the state of education today and what our world is going to look like in 20 years when the college students I'm teaching today start to become decision- and policy-makers. Writing isn't just the ability to string together some words. It's about constructing arguments, reason, logic... Lately, I'm just not seeing it. As I see a large quantity of lower-division students, I'm blaming high school preparation or lack thereof. (Insert sad face here.)
|If you don't understand this reference,|
you need to watch more Southpark. Photo credit.
13. Dissertations are scary. Well, the thought of actually doing one is freaking me about a bit. On the one hand, I'm excited to finally get going and tackle it. On the other, it's writing a whole book and my, doesn't that sound like a ton of work?? Of course, I am keeping in mind this ancient grad school proverb that is sure to help:
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