It turns out, and I mean this in a completely literal sense, that my PhD supervisor's shoes are too big for me. Which is weird, because I'm sure we have the same size feet. I can only conclude that sometimes, opportunities for heavy symbolism are so perfect that they actually warp reality.
Academic
- 11D
- A Ianqui in the Village
- Academic Cog
- Academic Librarian
- Acephalous
- always listen to your pig-puppet
- Center of Gravitas
- Confessions of a Community College Dean
- Diary of a Dandelion Diva
- Early Modern Life is Rubbish
- Falling Leaves
- Feminist Avatar
- Is there no sin in it?
- it's probably me
- Lecturer Notes
- Literature Compass
- Minor Revisions
- New Kid on the Hallway
- Not of General Interest
- Professing Mama
- Prone to Laughter
- Reassigned Time
- scatterplot
- Slaves of Academe
- Tenured Radical
- The Adventures of Notorious Ph.D., Girl Scholar
- The Doctor Isn't
- The Salt-Box
- The Valve
- What Now?
- What the hell is wrong with you?
Rest of the world
About Me
- September Blue
- Arts postdoc with a new job, a new city, and a lot of very old books.
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- Fun and joy
- So much for days of rest
- We need people like this.
- Down these mean streets
- Also:
- Still so much better than working in retail
- We other Victorianists*
- Who I'll be spending this evening with
- The briefest of announcements
- I am in love
- The reason I'm wearing them is disappointingly pro...
- Sandman: "Work on your publications, slacker."
- Notes
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Don't try on her hat.
Moments of metaphorically crushing truth... ;)