I'm having a bit of a conflict with my supervisor, and I don't know who to ask about it because he's the department chair, and I figure that it's probably not really all that professional to discuss this with anyone I know on the faculty here.
A bunch of academics, supported by an editorial staff based at Boston U, have put together the Encyclopedia of Earth. The site describes itself as "everything earth, articles by experts, ever expanding" and, based on an admittedly cursory investigation, that description seems apt. Rather than staking out anything that could be characterized as a position on either extreme, EoE provides well-reasoned, well-sourced data and analysis on a wide range of topics relating to the only planet we've got.
The fiery debates about Sarah Palin's capacity to lead - the quality of her intellect, the nature of her academic and political preparation - focus national attention on a theme dear to UD: Higher education. Why do we call it higher? Does it matter whether one has this rather obscure, somehow elevated, experience?
So, I'm in the process of submitting Greenback's baseline greenhouse gas inventory, as called for under the ACUPCC. AASHE has supplied an online tool to use in filing the reports for academic years 2001 through 2007, and it's pretty straight forward. Even if your school hasn't (yet) signed the PCC, you can use the same link to see the publicly available reports filed by the schools which have.
My son’s daycare teacher confided in me that she is also a single mom. It gives me great hope. Not just because she seems like an altogether wonderful person, but also because I have met her grown children – and they are great. In a country that makes you second guess every choice you make as a parent, being a hardworking single parent can be like holding a little folding umbrella in a torrential downpour of doubt. I am by no means suggesting that one parent could ever be superior to two parents; I am merely suggesting that perhaps one parent can be successful despite the odds.
Classes have started, and the usual first-week crises have ensued, so I'm far too wiped for a proper post. Instead, it's the return of Friday Fragments.
My Mom sent The Wife some old pictures of me, from high school and college. Actual conversation:
TW: You look so skinny! Look, you barely have shoulders! You're like a rail!
The Girl (reassuringly): Now you're nice and big, Daddy.
Uh, thanks, honey.
Conversation from earlier this week:
The Boy: Dad, do I have to go to grad school?
DD: Noooooo. Noooo, you don't. Nope.
Have you had the experience recently of your physician turning her computer screen toward you and googling something she needs to know? I have, twice in a month, and I have to say, it was a little disconcerting.
I've been slapping myself on the forehead all week, so I figured it would be safer to stop slapping and start writing.
In the last few weeks, two of the biggest, most respected and sought after employers in our service area told me, independently and without prompting, that they desperately want bilingual employees. In the fields the employers represent, the ability to communicate with the population that actually exists is hugely important, and they've had a terrible time finding bilingual workers with the skills they want.
This week’s Chronicle of Higher Education contains an essay by Roger H. Martin, a former college president who spent a year as a freshman at St. John’s College in Maryland. Unlike Rebekah Nathan’s recent book, My Freshman Year, Martin, 61, did not go undercover in order to study undergraduates. Yet both experiments point out how radically our perspectives change when we become the students. However, professors are used to the intellectual climate of a classroom.