Archive for April, 2011

Retrospective: Back from the Beach


2011
04.30

My sunburned, tired body has made it home from the beach. All flights were uneventful, even though the old people next to me were pretty funky smelling and not quite with it. The old man actually dropped his luggage on some kid’s foot, then proceeded to drag a suitcase down the aisle with the wheels up. I tried to point this out to him, but apparently he was deaf or something. Another girl actually flipped the suitcase the right way, but the old dude just flipped it back over. Whatever. Then the flight attendance was annoyed with the couple because they were keeping us all from “de-planing” — they were supposed to stay in their seats until we all got off because they were going to have an escort to their next flight. UGH!

Let’s just say Florida flights are interesting, full of old people and tired little kids, Mouse ears and bags of Disney paraphernalia. We did, however, fly on a new Boeing jet (that’s what the flight attendant said) with the TV monitors at every seat and free TV. The Suite Life of Zach and Cody seemed to occupy most of the little ones. As for me, I spent my time watching The Venture Brothers on my iPod (and tracking the flight on the little monitor because it humors me when the plane is bigger than the city it’s landing in).

Now that I am home, I have to go to work. Now, that’s pretty sucky. I usually don’t go in until noonish, but there are a ton of emails to answer and a Peru check to write (deposit only).

Originally Published: June 10, 2008

Retrospective: Finally Relaxed


2011
04.29

The Main Street Pier at Daytona Beach

Blogger’s Note: I have never been able to find another Bath Junkie. At one point, the website said that there was a store in Bowling Green, KY. The Coach went looking for it when he was at a track meet, but it had closed. Now, I’ll never be able to buy that awesome foot scrub stuff again. BTW, I still have the pelican in my office at work; it’s quite the conversation piece. And, my cats really do have their own bathroom. As for the present I bought TQE, I don’t even remember what it was but I’m sure it had a confederate flag on it.

Well, we wrapped up our final day of grading today, early enough that I was able to do some serious damage to my knees and feet. You know us Irish girls … we just can’t take the sun. I want to point out that my roommate and I rented an umbrella and beach chairs *and* I also put on SPF 50. Even so, I still managed to burn my knees and the top of my feet. {The feet actually look pretty damned funny because I had on Band-Aids to cover my blisters} It’s my own damned fault because the sun must have shifted after I fell asleep in the chair. Oops. At least I’ll look like I’ve been on vacation instead of sitting in a room with 700 other people grading exams.

Other exciting things:

  1. Today, I graded 26 exams between 8:30 and 11:45 a.m. On Saturday, I graded something like 200 exams in the same amount of time. What can I say? We had a real flow problem, so we ended up reading books and debating universal health care while we waited. I was pleased to see the other three college professors gang up on the conservative chickie from Texas.
  2. Yesterday, I spent a sh*tload of money at the Bath Junkie store. I just found it hysterical that you pick your own scent and colors and they mix it up with a kitchen spatula. I bought exfoliating salt scrub in oatmeal, honey, and milk scent. I also bought these really amusing fortune cookie soaps.
  3. Speaking of fortune cookies … they fed them to us during one of our meals. I ended up gettting two fortunes: “You will be fortunate in the opportunties presented to you” and “Bide your time, for success is near.” Maybe I should tape those to the front of my tenure binder?
  4. Back to yesterday: The cute “ginger” boy who was working at the Bath Junkie was really, really burned to a crisp. Irish blood is evil in the Florida sun!
  5. I also bought a candle at the Daytona Beach Candle Gallery. It was just too cute to pass up and will be a very appropriate addition to the cats’ bathroom.
  6. Tonight, I finally scored a smallish present for TQE. {Snicker} I just hope it doesn’t break in my luggage.

I also bought some kitsch for my office at work — a pelican statue. Yeah, I am a monument to all things tacky!

Originally Published: June 8, 2008

Breaking News:
Flooding in the ‘Ville


2011
04.28

Support Structure for Temporary Flood Wall
Near the Ohio River: April 2011
I don’t actually think they will put it the rest of the way up unless the predictions for the river go up — but still, really cool!

Retrospective:
In Praise of the Palmer Method


2011
04.28

Blogger’s Note: It cracks me up, but this was my second most popular blog entry when I was writing my old anonymous blog –  right behind the one entitled “My Coke Rewards – Not Completely Worthless.” For the record, I wish that sixth grade teachers were still tormenting their students with writing classes. It might make it easier to grade essay exams.

When I was a little girl, I hated sixth grade because I had a horrible teacher that called me socially retarded. She was also the biggest nag when it came to handwriting and was a huge proponent of the Palmer Method. Yes, we were forced to practice our handwriting and, yes, we were graded on it. I was always kind of pissy about the whole thing, especially since that long line of A’s on my report card was – without fail – marred by a C in handwriting. I was never very good at mastering the uniform method because, quite frankly, I liked printing and I liked writing big. I’m sure this is probably a relic of my horrible eyesight. {LOL} In the end, it didn’t really matter much because the lovely world of computing came to be and now I don’t write anything by hand if I can help it.

Honestly, I thought teaching handwriting was a waste of time. After grading 1,141 essays in five days I can admit that I was wrong. Someone needs to teach these students how to put pen to paper because the majority of these tests were illegible. At one point, one of the students had written that African Americans were required to take a “legibility test” before they could vote in the 1960s. That struck me as all sorts of funny because this anonymous student had the world’s worst handwriting.

I mentioned this to a couple of the people sitting at my table and was informed that the schools no longer teach handwriting. I guess it’s become a lost art. Instead they teach word processing to the little rugrats. Who knew?

In other news … still more exams to grade, but hopefully we’ll get out early tomorrow. I wish I could post a list of all of the funny mistakes that I have found while grading, but I’m sure that I’d get in trouble with the folks who are administering the test. Let’s just say that some of the students thought that slaves were able to vote, but that their votes only counted for 3/5ths of a vote and leave it at that.

Originally Published: June 7, 2008

Retrospective:
Saltwater Taffy & Jellyfish


2011
04.27

Blogger’s Note: I remember eating the taffy, but I sure don’t remember The Coach wearing the pink shirt. Hmmm …

Today I took a little time out from my rigorous schedule of grading exams and sitting on the beach (getting a nice little sunburn on my shoulders even though it was late in the day and I had on SPF 50) to buy The Coach some gifts. Here’s the main one:

That’s right: I bought the man some candy from a little beach shop here along the Redneck Riviera. I saw the taffy shop the other day while I was walking along the boardwalk taking pictures. After my professional obligations were done this afternoon, I decided to go back. I mean, it’s not like you can get up the elevators in our hotel in a timely fashion, especially when 700 other people are trying to do the same thing! Anyhow, I walked up to the shop, saw the little taffy pulling machine going full force, and decided to buy a box. And I bought it by the pound just so I knew it was fresh (I mean, who wants to break their teeth, right?) and so I could pick my favorite flavors (Dreamsicle for me, key lime for The Coach). I also broke down and bought a box of chocolate/coconut bars (yummy) which I will have to pack in my backpack because I just know they will melt in my suitcase.

I also stopped by another store to look for something really kitsch to stick in my office at school. I didn’t have much success with that. Sure, there was plenty of trashy ass stuff, but nothing that was truly representative of this town. I did drop $13 for a t-shirt for The Coach (it has pink on it, so I’m sure it will offend his manly sensibilities). I found a towel that would have been perfect for making TQE snicker — it was a confederate flag with a pit bull on it — but I figured he would never use it, so I didn’t buy it.

The rest of the evening was relatively lazy. I would have liked to have gone for a swim, but apparently the jellyfish have invaded Daytona Beach. Seeing how I stepped on one of those as a child (and man, did that fucker burn like hell, let me tell you), I decided that it just wasn’t worth it. Seriously, jellyfish wig me out way more than sharks. {SNORT}

For the record, the tourist traffic has finally picked up along the beach. Today, there were a couple of street artists doing their respective acts — an escape artist and a fire juggler. Right now, I can hear the sound of the steel drum band wafting through the closed window. Kinda’ nice, sorta’ fun, even though this would not be my first choice of a vacation venue.

And now, back to my stripper memoir … or rather the stripper memoir that I am reading.

Originally Published: June 6, 2008

Retrospective:
Babe (that’s me) in Joyland


2011
04.26

Along the Boardwalk
Daytona Beach, Florida

For the past three days, I have been thinking back to my teenage years. It’s amazing how revisiting a place that you haven’t been to in years makes you rethink your younger days. Actually, the last time I was in Daytona Beach, I was 20 years old, it was spring break, and I had a fake id and lots of beer. Of course, I wasn’t here long — my buddies and I were traveling back from visiting my parents (outside of Lauderdale) and we only stopped in Daytona for a night.

I remember Daytona as a happening place.

Only … that’s not the reality of the Daytona I am witnessing this week. I suspect that it is probably hopping during the Daytona 500 (MulletFest, anyone?). It might still be a busy place during the Spring Break season, but I think (and correct me if I am wrong) that the MTV action — you know, the Girls Gone Wild, wet t-shirt, gang bang in a hotel room type spring break — has moved to more exotic locales. It might be that the Florida schools are still in session. Or maybe we’re just hitting the beach at the wrong time of day. No matter what the reason is, it’s pretty damned quiet out there. Actually, the descriptors that come to mind are tired, worn out, and old.

And yet, I am still having a marvelous time … especially when I saw the pigeon trying to steal a waffle cone from a beachside food stand.

Originally Posted: June 3, 2008

The Incredible Shrinking List


2011
04.25

It’s a Monday miracle! I don’t have a single meeting planned for today. Seriously, this is the first time in weeks that I have time to actually sit down and get something else done. I suspect that I’ll spend this rainy Monday building an ark working on curriculum development stuff. I wonder how far I’ll get?

Keep going. The shrinking list can be found after the break …

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It’s Time for Another Retrospective!


2011
04.25

Blogger’s Note: We’re down to the last two weeks of the semester and I’m going to be crazy busy trying to cross all the stuff off my growing to do list. I kinda’ wish I was sitting on the beach, drinking an umbrella drink while cooking myself in the sun. Since that’s not possible, I give you the next best thing! It’s time for a Florida Retrospective … or two.

Daytona Beach from my Hotel Room

It has been years and years since I have been to Daytona Beach. Growing up in the south, it was fairly common for my father to load us up and take us to Florida for our vacations. My memories of Daytona include driving down the beach in an old timey Blazer (before they got so big) with Alabama blaring out the windows. Yeah, I’m from good redneck stock.

Anyways, I arrived in Daytona Beach this afternoon, just in time to talk a nice walk down the nearly empty beach. Apparently, my professional obligation is wedged between Spring Break and the end of school. It was rather nice to walk in the salty air, even though my lips are now a little cracked and my hair is more than frizzy. (White girl afro anyone?) And what did I notice? Daytona Beach’s official colors are teal and terra cotta. My god, what a tacky ass combination!

I am now bushed, so I plan on skipping the “official” cocktail party. My roomie has yet to arrive, so I have the room all to myself. Booh-Yah!

Originally Published as: Trapped in Teal and Terra Cotta
June 1, 2008

Happy Easter, My Peeps!


2011
04.24

There’s some truth to this …

Friday: Even though we went out for sushi and a movie, I also went out and bought a new external hard drive. I spent my afternoon in my office at school organizing my research projects onto the drive.

Saturday: When we went to the roller derby, I brought along a book — a research book, that is.

Today: We’ll see what happens … but right now, I am organizing my research files on my laptop and moving stuff to the new hard drive. The goal: To have all of my research located in one place so it’s easier to work on my various projects. [Don't worry: I'll be backing up the external hard drive to another one. I'm completely paranoid that way.]

Looking Forward, Looking Back


2011
04.22

Every time someone finds out that I have both a fellowship for this summer and a sabbatical for the spring, he or she will ask me about my travel plans. As I previously pointed out, I’ll be travelling the 15 or so feet from my bed to my office chair for the majority of both my fellowship and sabbatical.

But I really can’t complain. In the last 18 months, I’ve added four stamps to my passport. I’ve been to Oaxaca, Mexico; Dublin, Ireland; and Berlin, Germany. I’ve tramped across a good chunk of New Zealand in January. I spent a week in Louisiana doing research last summer. I went back to Louisiana last November to go to a Dean’s Conference and managed to catch a Katrina exhibit at the state museum.

The Adirondacks
circa December 2006

Sadly, we won’t be traveling much this summer. I have a lot of research to get done in a short time frame and sometimes that just has to take priority. Plus, The Coach is going back to coaching football which seriously cuts into his summer break. That said, The Coach and I will be taking a road trip to the Adirondacks to visit my grandmother in the rehab center. Originally we were going to leave in early June, but The Coach let his passport expire — a problem because we are going to spend a couple days in Niagara Falls to celebrate our (belated) 20th anniversary. Now, we’re going over the July 4th holiday. I just hope that his passport gets here in time. Otherwise, I’m leaving him in the USA while I wander over to the “good” side of the falls. LOL.

The Capitol
Circa January 2009

Since it’s been a couple of years since we’ve managed to take a trip over the Christmas break (snow kept us home two years ago, exhaustion kept us home this year), we’re going to try make a holiday trip to Virginia/Maryland/D.C. — if the weather cooperates. The Coach wanted to take me to the Newseum to see the Katrina exhibit, but it’s leaving in September so I guess I’m a bit screwed on that part. I do, however, want to see the “new” National World War II Memorial (How did I miss this?) and I would like to go back to the Spy Museum.  Plus there are parts of the Smithsonian that I have never seen and I haven’t managed to make it to the Holocaust Museum. [Who knows -- if gas prices don't get too high maybe we'll forego Niagara and go to NYC and DC this summer?]

Vancouver
Borrowed from the ‘net

Come January, I’ll be finding my way to Vancouver to go to a conference. Seeing how I’ve never actually been anywhere north of San Francisco (well, except the Seattle airport on my way to Alaska), this will be my first true “northwest” experience. I still haven’t decided how I’m going to get there or how long I’m going to stay, but I plan on bringing my camera and spending some time taking in the sites. I guess I should buy a tour book sometime in the near future, eh?

Bandelier National Monument, New Mexico
circa Christmas 2007

Come April, I’ll be making my way to New Mexico. I am in love with Santa Fe and the rest of the state’s not half bad either. I want to go back to Bandelier when it’s not so cold out, I need some green chile from the Frontier Restaurant in Albuquerque, and I have a huge craving for Cowgirl BBQ’s World Famous Butternut Squash Casserole. Seriously, I could live on that stuff if only I had the recipe.  I really want to do the Trinity Tour, but alas — the tour may not fall during The Coach’s spring break. I guess I could drive out there by myself and buy him a ticket to fly in later. There’s still time to think about how I’m going to handle this.

Amsterdam
Circa May 2006

It’s really hard to think much farther ahead than next April. I would like to do a research trip to The Netherlands and Great Britain, but I have to find some funding to support my trip. Seeing how I’ve already had three CLAFDA grants, two FRCWA grants, and two summer fellowships, I’m a little worried that I will be perceived as sort of a funding pig {oink, oink} — but damn it, it’s not like I’m goofing around on the University’s dime.

You know, a trip to Amsterdam would really motivate me to study my Dutch. Hmmm …