“I could never rest in communication with strong, discreet, and refined minds, whether male or female, till I had passed the out-works of conventional reserve, and crossed the threshold of confidence, and won a place by their heart’s very hearthstone.”
— Jane Eyre, Charlotte Bronte

Yup yup! This Saturdays Page is up and out there. On time, no less. To read the rest of my sci-fantasy adaptations of “The Tempest”, check out my web comic, Silly Saturday.

Edit: You are getting this page two hours ahead of everyone else, cause I hit publish instead of queue. I hope you feel privileged, tumblr.

Yep. It’s a real thing. I’m debt free. Also kind of broke, but at least I’m done with interest.

medievalpoc:

space-stegosaurus:

medievalpoc:

So I have noticed there are a lot of questions about what I do for a living, framed mostly as “are you a student or a professor?” which is kind of amusing because although I’ve been working in college eduction for the last few years, I’m neither.

I have explained this several times before, but we…

I’m so mad my interdisciplinary studies division got shut down because I read this and am just agog at the level of scholarship this takes as well as how completely, recklessly uneducated most of our academic authorities are in understanding other disciplines.  Without my grounding in trying to connect disciplinary texts there’d be no hope of understanding how hard this is.  Most people go through their discipline as if it were a narrowing triangle, limiting their communication to fewer and fewer people as they go on, and think of interdisciplinary work as “broad, not deep,” and it just couldn’t be further from the truth.   You never know something yourself until you can communicate it to someone who doesn’t have the same starting framework for understanding it as you do. 

Wow. That is a crazy awesome important job. Can’t believe they would restructure it out of existence.

Oh dang, it’s Saturday again. You know what that means, right? More Tempest (in space!)

Read the rest of my tragically misguided rendition of The Tempest at www.sillysaturday.com.

So I killed my basil, and my pointsettia. But I did put an onion in a pot and it continues to grow.

16 Mile Creek this morning. I love fog.