Category Archives: After-school Special

I spent many many hours on the train today. I started out at 6 AM, from grand Champaign-Urbana, and spend four hours in Union Station waiting for my connecting train to Ann Arbor.

I spent my time reading Devil in the White City, watching SLC Punk and Wallace & Grommit and the Wererabbit Thingie, and knitting the belowmentioned sweater. I haven’t seen SLC Punk since maybe high school, and I’m embarrassed at the esteem I held it to – I have since learned a lot more about anarchism, and it’s slightly unfortunate that my introduction to anarchy was Matthew Lillard’s monologues.

I’d suggest watching the documentary Anarchism in America if you’re interested. It’s a documentary about anarchist developments in the early part of the 20th century. It’s a lot of interviews with oooooold people who look like my great grandma Bertha. Sacco and Venzetti and the whole shebang. I learned a lot, and have decided that the type of social anarchism described in this documentary is really really sweet, and I totally could live in a place where everyone is involved in the community and cares.

Here are two emails I’ve recieved – one to my gmail, the other to the chemistry library’s address.

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I don’t understand. Neither had attachments, nor did they have secret in-white-text words. I do think Wadsbone addresses this in his post Morr Wackee Spam.

Perhaps I should start collecting this stuff. I need an excuse to bind a book, and a book full of non-commercial spam might be just the ticket.

Update:
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Do they employ writers to come up with original text for these?

I haven’t posted in a long while because I was at Jason’s ten year high school reunion, then my first week of summer classes, then Bonnaroo. All of these things deserve posts, but I’m TIRED. And this weekend is the ALA annual convention in New Orleans, so it’s not like I’ll have time to catch up. Or during the 4th of July fest next weekend.

That being said, I plan on writing about all of it, and maybe even liveblogging from ALA. We’ll see. It all depends on if I can get my cataloging homework done, and read the nonfiction book about Phineas Gage for Wednesday.

*Unless you are Shane, E, Wadsbone, or the 80,000 other people who went.

Driving to my parent’s farm, I drove by five trucks that looked like this. It was really windy, and there were feathers flying out from the trucks. It looked like sad snow.

This is exactly why I don’t like the idea of eating meat. It take a lot of energy to grow, and inevitably the animals have to chill out in their own poop. I know this because I was raised on a beef farm.

One of my Bloglines feeds is Cognitive Daily, a website that posts interesting cognitive psychology articles, breaking them down into layperson’s terms. (Yup. Layperson.)

My eye was caught by the article: The Six-second Teacher Evaluation .

From the article:
From the teacher’s perspective, however, the students can’t possibly have enough information to make an effective evaluation of their teaching. A college course represents just a tiny sliver of the total knowledge in a discipline, and even after a semester in a college course, students are in no position to make judgements that will impact a faculty member’s entire career.

A 1993 study by Nalini Ambady and Robert Rosenthal found just the opposite: students actually need much less information to make judgements that accurately predict end-of-semester evaluations.

This makes me feel better about spending time filling out the University of Illinois’ ISIS forms. I’ve found that all through the semester, I think of things I am dissatisfied with, but come ISIS time, I’ve completely forgotten – most likely because I have finished the course, and therefore don’t care anymore.

This semester, I tried taking notes as I thought of stuff. This is kind of scary and incriminating (if, say, my mini Post It becomes affixed to something I hand in), but in the end, I tend to come up with more constructive comments than just “LIS502 needs an overhaul”.

I like the idea of having the opportunity to give feedback that will help teacher become better – and make classes better for those who come after me (Marti and Sara).

Jason and a whole crew of friends are in Vegas this weekend celebrating an upcoming wedding, and I decided that our relationship is significant enough to require some communcation about the expectations of his behavior. It could go without saying, but I’d rather be explicit about these things.

Don’t kill any hookers.

Gotta lay down the ground rules, or they start walking all over you.

Spanks to the Stephanie for the sweet Goodwill hunting tee, and the Heavy Metal Librarian for the hot pic.