It’s the time in the winter term where final projects are coming in, and with that comes the time for me to repeat a normal refrain: when creating new media, there’s a difference between showing[…]
Category: Armchair phillosophy
Day 362: You just really don’t need to be a dick about it
The last year has been bizarre. In America, politically, things have become more and more and more contentious. Our government is currently in a state of shutdown. I’m not sure how fast that will be[…]
Day 356: Stefon Diggs
Somewhere in Minneapolis, Stepon Diggs is having the best day of his life. This happened, just a few minutes ago, on national TV. I’m overjoyed for him, and for all the Vikings fans who have[…]
Day 354: A moment with Dan Harmon
On this week’s edition of Harmontown, Dan talked about an inappropriate interaction he had with a young female writer when he ran Community for NBC. The story is sad, with Dan ending up so in[…]
Day 353: Maybe we’re doing it wrong
Today I had the opportunity to sit on a small panel to discuss interdisciplinary work with one of my colleague’s classes. I enjoy such opportunities, and I’m glad I was able to stop in. I[…]
Day 350: On the Personal of visual rhetoric
We’re to the point in my current class where we discuss one of my favorite Anne Wysocki readings, and combining that with some other material, I talk to students about visual impressions of people. It’s[…]
Day 349: The difference between “educated” and “elite”
I’ve been thinking on this topic for a bit, and each time I start to write about it, I pull back, as I sense that some people will balk at it. So I want to[…]
Day 338: Just to follow up yesterday…
I know my post yesterday probably looked a touch pessimistic. It was, in a way, because the job market for PhDs IS pessimistic. We create more PhDs every year than we can employ in the[…]
Day 334: Being a fan of a bad team
I’ve been a Colts fan for as long as I can remember. For those of you who know how old I am, that means you realize I lived through eras with Jack Trudeau, Chris Chandler,[…]
Day 332: Why X-mas matters to me
Full disclosure– this might seem like a self-pity post. It’s not. Believe me, it’s not. But it’s a sad set of memories. Growing up, X-mas was a real hit/miss thing for me. For one thing,[…]
