Archive for March, 2006

15 days later …

While hoards of other Olympians have soaked and soothed aching joints for the past 15 days, we Turtles are still working away, undaunted by timelines and worldwide expectations. Our glory is in our persistence.

Within the first 15 post-K.O. days, a few people have crossed the finish line:

1) March 3rd - Kimberly at Some Bunny’s Love finished her Clapotis!

2) March 6th - Lars at Norsky Bear completed a beautiful pair of socks, his first socks.

3) March 10th - Marisa at An Elephant’s Gestation finished her first knitting project ever (!), a beautiful hat in a stunning Rowan yarn. I think the folks at her LYS saw a newbie and pointed her in the direction of the Rowan right away. Marisa - I know you’re knee deep in much more important matters, but can we see a hat photo, please?

4) March 10th - The Mafia finished the Chunky Cabled Sweater for Little Man.

Keep going Turtles!

ETA: See Marisa’s finished hat here. It’s her very first knitting!


1 comment March 13, 2006

Color me Green!



11 comments March 13, 2006

I’m a Turtle in so many ways

Today is the deadline for turning in the grades for my students, and I’m not done. I’m almost done, but damnit if I’m not a perfectionist Instructor and want to write substantive and useful comments on each and every paper. Oh yeah, and there was that weekend that I ignored grading all together, but we won’t discuss that.

As soon as I finish these grades, I’ll post a Turtle KAL update. In the meantime, look over there —-> someone has finished!! Give a shout out to Kimberly at Some Bunny’s Love for her completed Clapotis! Good job!

Another question — does anyone know the rules regarding use of Professor vs. Adjunct Faculty vs. Instructor. Wifey and I had a battle a couple weeks ago because one student said Professor Mafia, and I didn’t correct her. Wifey feels strongly that you can’t be called Prof without a PhD (which I SO don’t have). I sign all my emails to the students with my first name Mafia and refer to myself as Mafia the same way in class. I wrote Instructor on the syllabus. I’ve never used the P-Word, but she said I’m being a “POSER” for not explicitly correcting them. Needless to say, I was extremely pissed off, called her an insensitive ass, sulked for hours calmly explained my point and put it behind us. First of all, I’m not sure she’s correct on that Professor=PhD thing. I think back to my community college days, when lots of Profs didn’t have PhDs, but they were still called Professor. At my leafy women’s college, everyone was called Professor. Frankly, I don’t want to called Professor because it feels inaccurate, but should I explicitly correct people? Needless to say, I’d like to prove Wifey wrong and rub her nose in it find the correct answer. I’m curious. Anyone know?


15 comments March 7, 2006

Be Still

Thank you for the amazing outpouring of support for Little Man’s adoption (22 comments? holy shit), and for a huge group of Turtles who’ve signed up (22 comments? holy shit). I’ve just had my very own De-Lurking Week. Thanks y’all. I feel very loved.

Here’s something for my inspiration book. Love Bjork. Love this photo.

-photo snagged from decor8 (which includes my girl Christine as a guest blogger. check her out, she’s fab.)


6 comments March 3, 2006

Plain Talk About Plain Speech *

By Rob Weir

I can’t remember when I snapped. Was it the faculty seminar in which the instructor used the phrase “the objectivity, for it is not yet a subjectivity” to refer to a baby? Maybe it was the conference in which the presenter spoke of the need to “historicize” racism, rambled through 40 minutes of impenetrable jargon to set up “new taxonomies” to “code” newspapers and reached the less-than-startling conclusion that five papers from the 1820s “situated African-Americans within pejorative tropes.” Could it have been the time I evaluated a Fulbright applicant who filled an entire page with familiar words, yet I couldn’t comprehend a single thing she was trying to tell me? Perhaps it was when I edited a piece from a Marxist scholar who wouldn’t know a proletarian if one bit him in the keister. Or maybe it just evolved from day-to-day dealings with undergraduates hungry for basic knowledge, hold the purple prose.

At some point, I lost it. I began ranting in the faculty lounge. I hurled the Journal of American History/Mystery across the library, muttered in the shower, and sent befuddled e-mails to colleagues. I’m fine now. Once I unburdened I found I was not alone; lots of fellow academics agree that their colleagues couldn’t write intelligible explanations of how to draw water from the tap. From this was born the Society for Intellectual Clarity (SIC). We intend to launch a new journal, SIC PUPPY (Professors United in Plain Prose Yearnings) as soon as we find someone whose writing is convoluted enough to draft our grant application. (We’re told we should seek recruits among National Science Foundation recipients.)

Until the seed money comes in our journal is purely conceptual, but upon start-up SIC PUPPY will enact the following guidelines for submissions.

Titles: Brevity is a virtue. Titles with colons are discouraged. Any title with a colon, semi-colon, and a comma will be rejected on principle. We accept no responsibility for doodles and exclamatory obscenities scrawled on the returned text, even if you do enclose a self-addressed stamped envelope.

Style: If any manuscript causes one of our editors to respond to a late-night TV ad promising to train applicants for “an exciting career in long-distance trucking,” the author of said manuscript will be deemed a boring twit and his or her work will be returned. See above for doodle disclaimers.

Audience: Hey, would it kill you to write something an undergrad might actually read? If so, please apply for permanent residency in Bora Bora.

Terminology: If any author desires to invent a new term to describe any part of the research, refer to Greta Garbo’s advice on desire in the film Ninotchka: “Suppress it.” There are 171,476 active words in the English language and the authors of SIC PUPPY are confident that at least one of them would be adequate.

Nouns and Verbs: Among those 171, 476 words are some that are designated as nouns and others clearly meant as verbs. Do not confuse the two. SIC PUPPY refuses to conference with anyone about this. We have prioritized our objectives.

Thesis: We insist that you have one. If you don’t have anything to say, kindly refrain from demonstrating so. We do not care what Bakhtin, Derrida, Jameson, Marx, Freud, or Foucault have to say about your subject or any other. We’ve read them; we know what they think.

Academic Catfights: The only person who gives a squanker’s farley about literature reviews and historiography is your thesis adviser. We request that you get on with the article and reduce arcane debates to footnotes. The latter should be typed in three-point Windings font.

Editing for Smugness: If your article was originally a conference paper and, if at any time, you looked up from your text and smiled at your own cleverness, please delete this section and enroll in a remedial humility course.

No Silly Theories: SIC PUPPY does not care if a particular theory is in vogue; we will not consider silly ones. For example, bodies are bodies, not “texts” and dogs are dogs; they do not “signify” their “dogginess” through “signifier” barks. While we’re on the subject, we at SIC PUPPY have combed scientific journals to confirm that time machines do not exist. We thus insist that human beings can be postpartum or postmortem, but not postmodern.

Privileging Meaning: We believe that sometimes you’ve got to call it like it is, even if that entails using a label or category. We know that some of you think we shouldn’t privilege any meaning over another. To this we say, “We’re the editors, not you, and we intend to use our privileged positions of power to label those who reject categories ‘ninnies.’ So
there!”

Citations: We insist that you use the Chicago Manual of Style for all citations. Not because we love it, but because it annoys us no end to see parentheses in the middle of text we’re trying to read. Why we read a theory on ellipses (Bakhtin, 1934) just last night describing how English authors (Wilde, 1905; Shaw, 1924) sought to embed Chartist messages (S. Webb, 1891) into….

Complaints: In the course of preparing a journal it is inevitable that typos will appear, that medieval French words will go to print with an accent aigu where an accent grave should have been, and that edits will be made to what you were sure was perfect prose (but wasn’t). Do not call the editors to complain that we’ve humiliated you before your peers and have ruined your academic career. SIC PUPPY will not waste time telling you to get a life; we will direct your call to the following pre-recorded message: “Thhhhhwwwwwwwpt!”

Satire and Irony: To paraphrase the folksinger Charlie King, serious people are ruining our world. If you do not understand satire, or confuse irony with cynicism, go away. Try therapy … gin … a warm bath … anything! Except teaching or writing.

– Robert E. Weir is a former senior Fulbright scholar who teaches at Smith College and the University of Massachusetts.
from: Inside Higher Ed

*for those who went to college with me, you may recall my daily rants about the use of the word “discourse” in ALL of my classes. Hate.That.Word. and others like it. Love.This.Essay.


2 comments March 3, 2006

I’m Legally "Mommy"

Yesterday March 1st, 2006 was a very important day in the life of our little family. And today, for the first time ever, I was able to write “SON” on a form and know that it’s legally true. For now and forever, Little Man is mine and I’m so glad to have him.

Thanks to Wifey’s Dad (”Papa”), step-Mom (”D-Ma”) and Sister Kelly (”On-Tea”) for enduring rush hour traffic to celebrate with us in the judge’s chambers and for taking us to breakfast after all the papers were signed.

Thanks to the scads of older queer folk who advocated on behalf of families like mine to enable the “Adoption of Tammy” in 1993.

Thanks to the State of Massachusetts for recognizing my rights as a co-parent.

Thanks to the universe for connecting us with Judge S (a big dyke).

Thanks to Judge S for waiving the home study requirement.

Thanks to our wonderful attorneys who have been taking good care of Wifey’s family for many many years.

… but most of all …

Thanks to Wifey for having faith in my ability to parent a child even while I had little faith in myself.

Thanks to Little Man for being a beautiful, kind, gentle, loving, charismatic, intelligent, opinionated, curious, stubborn, affectionate, forgiving, emotional, happy kid. It’s my pleasure to call myself your “Mommy.” I love you more than you can possibly understand.


29 comments March 2, 2006

Zoe Mellor — Bite Me (part 2)

I have been accused of many many things in my life, most of which were more or less true. On many occasions, I have called myself a knitting-math-moron, and there is ample evidence to back me up. However, the Knitting Olympics inspired me to stand tall, look knitting-math in the eye and say “Fuck Off, I’m Smarter Than You.” I did, and here I am:

Why doesn’t this feel like victory?
Something is not.right.here.
(other than the horrible pix courtesy of Wifey’s camera phone which is standing in for the Elph which we left at Pepere’s house. Sorry.)

Let’s investigate:

1) Knit back (check)

2) Knit front to 13″ (check)

3) Knit “until front matches back to shoulder” (check)

4) Knit sleeves to 9 1/2″ (check)

5) End up with Chicken Wings (huh?)

Even I know this isn’t right. So I asked Wifey - the 7th/8th grade math teacher - and she made me do algebra:

Step 1: Measure Little Man’s current favorite fleece. Body 15″, sleeves 11″ (from underarm to cuff)

Step 2: Do some cross multiplication. 11 over 15 = x over 13 ….knashing of teeth, horror at my own ignorance … x = 9.7″

Step 3: 9.7″ = appropriate sleeve length? Hmmm … as we see above, this is not true. 9.5/9.7=Chicken Wing. Apparently the evil Mellor Publisher did the same math.

But nooooooooo you evil people of knitting book publishing — these are drop shoulder sleeves. The longest measurement needs to run from the shoulder to the cuff, which MIRACULOUSLY (can you hear the sarcasm?) should be about the same measurement as the body - 13″. So, once again, Zoe Mellor is wrong! Wrong. Wrong!

Through this entire saga, I’ve tried to be kind (sorta). I’ve avoided name-calling. I’ve questioned myself. I even resorted to my old stand-by self-depracting humor. But damnit. I’m done. This pattern writing is completely idiotic!

Can I get a gold medal for finishing this f-ing sweater, posting pattern corrections and a f-ing CHART? Puh-lease? Turtles — maybe someone can design a GREEN (which is #33cc00 BTW) version of the medal?


6 comments March 1, 2006

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