Death of a Disco Dancer
According to this story, even celebrities were victims of the Indian Ocean tsunami.
Not celebrities!! This truly is a disaster!
According to this story, even celebrities were victims of the Indian Ocean tsunami.
You can't go anywhere on the internet without finding somebody's Top Albums of 2004 list, so I thought I'd post my list here. Now, I'm not a music critic or anything which means that I haven't heard everything that was released this year, so the following list is perhaps more a list of what I was listening to--for the first time--in 2004. These are in no particular order:
I got my student evaluations for this past semester back today. Here's what a few people wrote:
Well, today I more or less officially completed writing my dissertation (I have a little more formatting, maybe some proofreading to do, but it's done). I say "more or less" because at my school there really isn't a definite moment when one can say, "I'm done." Once I pass the defense in a couple of months there will come a series of bureaucratic hurdles and fees to be paid. I think the actual completion of the dissertation process comes when one receives a letter from the Dean, or some such thing. It's all very anti-climactic considering that this is supposed to represent the pinnacle of one's education.
As you can see, I've added a poll to this blog. I guess I'm being awfully presumptuous to assume that there are enough people passing through this blog to justify a poll. But it looked like fun, so what the hell? If you're just visiting, feel free to vote, before you click the "Next blog" button. :-D
Praise be to the blogger.com tech support! I finally got my list of links set up in the sidebar! Check 'em out. More are likely to follow.
The dirty little secret of Academia is how crappily colleges and universities treat their adjunct instructors. Often, adjuncts are brought in to teach the course no one else wants to teach. In the case of my discipline, English, that means freshman composition. "Real" professors who teach English wouldn't want to be caught dead in a composition classroom with a bunch of teenaged freshmen, some of whom can barely read and write to begin with. So it's up to the adjuncts to teach those courses.
. . . it's been a while since I posted last.