This would be a lot easier if someone would just show me the goat now.
Nir Rosen’s reporting from Damascus about the Iraqi refugee crisis got me wondering: What are the consequences of the Iraqi diaspora outside of the Middle East?
Do you eat crow and approach the internal candidate in the hope that you might quickly hire a known commodity, or do you solicit applications anew in what could be another long, arduous, and unsatisfying job search?
Great. Now what motivation do I have to finish the analysis of Mitt Romney’s empty “Faith in America” speech that I started writing two weeks ago?
I wonder what other comparisons are cropping up between now and the late nineteenth century?
Readers, you’re an intellectual bunch. What do you regret in your intellectual history? What should you have studied that you didn’t? How should you have studied differently? Is there a book you read at 25 that you wish you had read at 18?
After my previous job search, I think I learned the cover letter genre pretty well, but I’m certain I didn’t learn everything. What are your cover letters like, Internet? What seems to work best; likewise, what works though it probably shouldn’t? Horror stories? (Stories need not be limited to job applications.)
Why doesn’t Crystal Bridges have a joblist?
Wednesday the sheriff’s department discovered an animal hoarder in Solon, 10 miles from here.
I can think of better ways to begin the morning than simultaneously to realize I’ve awakened with a headache and to step in a still warm and moist hairball.
Curious: why don’t we have any trolls?
As much as we’re online in our house, it’s absurd that we’re still on dialup, but high-speed rates here have been exorbitant.
Should I be reading anyone else? If so, who are they, and why?
Does pointing out that, every day, Iraq bears the weight of two massacres (or today, four) proportional to Seung-hui Cho’s rampage at Virginia Tech humanize the suffering of Iraqis, or does it diminish the suffering of Cho’s victims?
Demons too often appear unannounced to create havoc.
Idle wondering about jackasses.
I am resolved no longer to linger.
a question of biblical proportions…
We watched Spielberg’s Munich this weekend. It’s good in a Spielberg-may-doubt-but- will-never-abandon-Israel kind of way. About it, I’ve got one question—it’s a spoiler, though. If you’re worried about your purity, don’t click through.
on youthful indiscretions and such things
There is much we online publishers can know about readers because our readers’ reading is public; however, I maintain reading is primarily an anonymous affair, made anonymous because of a contract between me and you.
With all the breathless “buzz about Lance Armstrong around here, there’s also been a lot of press about his crusade against cancer. So much press, in fact, that I’ve begun to wonder if it isn’t beneath him—I mean, cancer?
Sometimes I feel like I only make sense to myself. Perhaps it’s because it’s true, and everyone else thinks I’m a raving lunatic.
I imagine heaven as an eternal morning in a donut shop.
There comes a time when one must face up to one’s situation.
In which the professor talks some about race in the classroom.
there are some crazy ideas out there!
I appeal to you: at this stage in the application process, which questions are legitimate, and which questions should I leave unasked? What is my position as a job candidate?
Is CoC Education little more than a Pipe-Dream, as in those perfect waves that form on the Occidental littoral of this nation?
i could also title this tying up loose threads… finding lost coins… or, tending my garden where i am… at least until the tenure clock tic-tocs me outta here
Anybody interested in doing a reading group here this summer?
in which our blogger asks are all leavings the same? and entreats others to go about the hard task of conversation
in which our blogger writes about leaving and staying
in which our blogger tells his family history…and tells how he ended up where he ended up. our blogger also promises that this will eventually have a point… or, at least, he hopes.
Children’s church insists that a congregation’s kids are vital to the congregation’s worship.
a few qoutes from dietrich
In response to another blogger’s prompt.
what is worse… a really bad sentence and the craze of dolphin metaphors that will no doubt plague college writing like a pack of rabid orcas in 10 years… or wicca?
