Here are some highlights:
Friday, November 27, 2009
Here are some highlights:
Saturday, November 21, 2009
- Get 2 papers--that are currently completely drafted--polished, to co-authors, and out the door. One of these needs some serious editing to get it down to the 3500 word limit, which messes with my InaDWriMo word tracking system something fierce.
- 1 article for a cool encyclopedia on a topic that interests me greatly but I know very little about. Article has a 1220 word limit but is due December 1st.
- Revisions to Mmy NIH grant that needs to be submitted in February but my wonderful, excellent, oh-so-amazing grant writer editor wanted to see the next draft in December.
- This paper that has been the bane of my writing existence for far too long now, has come back as a revise and resubmit. For those of you following along, it took a long time to come back from the last journal as a revise and resubmit but with comments from the Editor that (a) made no sense and (b) gave me reason to believe the Editor did not want it published regardless of reviewers. Revisions from the current journal are not that difficult but one reviewer wrote a 9-page review! It was mostly complimentary but will require some effort making sure all the suggestions are incorporated or explained.
Wednesday, November 18, 2009
- Woke up this morning feeling really awful. I was convinced I'd finally caught whichever of the nasty bugs that are going around SouthLite: my body ached, my throat was scratchy, and my head was both foggy and hurting. I took some Vitamin C and Motrin and headed off to the office. About halfway through the day it occurred to me to take my migraine medication. It worked.
- I have a bunch of posts that have been running through my head this week but with a migraine the best I can manage is this RBOC post.
- One of the posts I've been thinking of involves my love of a certain tea. I drink this tea all winter long. I drink this tea whenever I'm on a diet. I drink this tea when I get migraines. It is currently rainy and yucky outside; I'm on a diet and I have a migraine but I have no tea.
- I've been out of tea for almost a month. b has been valiantly checking our local natural food coop for the latest shipment every week. Two weeks ago he tried to order it online for me (I also take this tea with me when I travel and desperately wanted it for my conference trip) but no luck--distributer is all out.
- I fear my tea is being discontinued.
- My favorite bra was discontinued many years ago and I have not been the same since.
- Pumpkin, b and I got into a conversation about being particular. I am convinced I am the most particular of the three of us. b agrees but Pumpkin does not.
- Angel got negative feedback from both this classmates and his teacher on his poem. He has to revise it and both he and I disagree with the suggested revisions. While the poem can use revising, my feeling on the suggestions is that they show a lack of understanding of the poem.
- One of the suggestions was to not label the man in the 4th stanza as "black" but to find another way to describe him. It was implied that to describe the man by his race was racist. I find it disturbing that college students do not understand the difference between racist statements and descriptions of racism.
- Tomorrow is the last day in the semester that I actually have to teach my classes. I will still have another week and a half of class meetings but they will be spent listening to presentations. The thought of not having to prep another class until January is very comforting right now.
- This entire week has been taken up with other people's needs. End of the semester is a very needy time and while I'm less busy then most (due to how I plan my classes) I don't want to spend the time I have on other people's agendas.
- Pressure is growing on me to take on an administrative task in the department. I've effectively put it off until tenure is official but I'm seeing that it will be close to impossible to avoid it completely. Soon my strategy needs to turn towards negotiating compensation.
- Having administrative talents does not equal wanting to do administrative work.
Sunday, November 15, 2009
- Indian-styled red beans
- Curried rice and chickpeas
- Curried potatoes
- Sauteed spicy cabbage
- Roasted veggies with garlic and balsamic vinegar
- Roasted eggplant, chickpea and feta cheese dip
Thursday, November 12, 2009
Monday, November 9, 2009
Saturday, November 7, 2009
Thursday, November 5, 2009
Trek Back to 187th
That day in middle school a bully
joked about airplanes hitting buildings.
I couldn’t believe
When we sat spaced out in homeroom,
Staring at the fluorescent lights
And clock, towering over the intercom.
My name was called and father appeared
Standing outside the sunlit streets of New York.
He took my hand and pointed to
The steel smoking across the sky.
He said, this is the sight I never want you to see.
The sight of war.
We walked the streets of the city that never sleeps
And witnessed its bi-polar depression.
A women in a red dress, face wrinkled from tears,
Broken in the middle
Of the intersection. Like
A car accident, She collided with
Pavement and waited for help.
A man wedged his car door
Open blasting victims with news updates.
A couple stopped with us and
Stood around. Grim faced, crossed arms
There was nothing we could do.
We joined a crowd.
And waited for a bus on 63rd and Lex.
Taxi’s sped past like angry
Yellow-jackets. One stopped
And a black man was first to reach it.
The driver argued against the man
And my father cried for justice
As it flew off.
That day I was afraid of sticks and stones
And towering buildings falling down on me.