And so it's off, out of my hands. It's a strange feeling to walk past my desk and miss the towering stack of papers--though now they can't escape, flutter under the desk, toward the window, miraculously reorder themselves. No, now it's properly collated and sitting in the University press office waiting to be bound. I never thought it'd be done ( Read more... )

In all forms of the holiday, pagan or Judeo-Christian, it appears as though Easter is about resurrection. New life. I certainly don’t pretend to be an expert on the subject, bunnies or otherwise, but it isn’t difficult to see why there’d be celebration. With spring comes new buds, the first new animals, snow melting into a greening of grass--the ( Read more... )

Now wouldn't be the worst time for a hole in the kitchen window (though I heard the wind whistling in the eaves; it seems to get caught in the divot of the building facade here, on this side). Seems as though I always attempt to fix things right before it's nearly unnecessary. Torn between repair and replacement; is it better to mend or simply ( Read more... )

Only a month or so until I need to make decisions--where to go, what to do. Strange how it's so easy to be rooted in one particular place (especially when it's so easy to disappear, hide beneath the cracks when a name is all it takes to bring one down). My work should easily enough earn me a fellowship from a University for further research, but ( Read more... )

And so the sociologist has become the hermit. This seems slightly counterintuitive as per my goals, but who am I to judge? Thesis, finally, has taken over my life, along with the certain, intermittent gasps of work and class ( Read more... )

Rent day draws inexorably closer. For some reason, it appears as though Fate's hand has tied available work and said Rent Day together in some inversely proportional relationship. The payment date approaches, and work dwindles. Whenever rent seems a distant concept, things begin to pick up ( Read more... )

Although a necessary element of the curriculum (though certainly presented late in my collegiate career), I find the history of sociological theorem highly boring. I'm interested in what shapes the future, what the current state of human affairs in this country is leading suggests we lean toward. But who was it that said we must use the past to ( Read more... )

Winter is a poor season for broken windows and wings ( Read more... )