Happy Passover to all!
(automated post set to go up at sundown…)
Happy Passover to all!
(automated post set to go up at sundown…)
Robert Waldmann has a very good memory.
But the past is another country. And besides…
PS. If you were at that party, and by some miracle you happen to read this, get in touch.
The entire University of Miami domain seems to be having holiday troubles, and it's taken my regular mail server down with it. UM is officially closed for the holidays at present, so I don't know how fast the repairs will be.
If you need to reach me urgently…use the phone.
Or, there's always my backup email address of myfirstname.mylastname@gmail.com, but I don't check that as obsessively as I do the usual account.
Update (12/21): It's working now.
An absolutely ridiculous amount of my time this semester has been eaten up by administration. In this post I'll talk about two tasks, one small and annoying, the other large and on-going.
I have spent at least 15 hours this semester struggling with … cover sheets. Yes, as part of my new job as “Director of Faculty Development” I am responsible for 'encouraging' the colleagues to be more visibly productive by posting their work product online, especially at SSRN. SSRN encourages you to have standardized cover sheets if you're going to have lots of papers online. Our IT people were unable to produce decent ones, so in the end I had to do it. But although mine were not as bad as theirs, they weren't perfect either, and every so often I have to go fix some glitch they cause on documents created with some new wordprocessing wrinkle. Maddening.
The second task is much more serious. In what must count as a significant working out of my karmic debts, I was sentenced to the law school's Strategic Planning committee. For various complex and political reasons, not least our desire to issue a report before we get too far into the ongoing Dean search, we're trying to do a plan in about half the time one should. So we meet a lot. In fact, we meet three or four times a week, for hours at a go.
We will soon send a draft of our work to the faculty, which will no doubt provide feedback with gusto. Once we recover, we have to redraft and try to provide a final text the faculty will like. All by early December.
I don't know exactly at what point our new plan, whatever it turns out to be, will become public, but I look forward to discussing its substance here once I am free to do so.
I've been offered a chance to go to something really interesting far, far away at someone else's expense.
And it looks like I won't be able to do it: it's happening the same long weekend as the AALS hiring conference, and I'm married to the chair of our committee. She has to be there, so I have to be here — although our kids are amazingly large to look at, they're not big enough to be left alone for a night, much less for four days in a row.
Words you don't like to hear about your two-year-old central air conditioner in the middle of August in Florida:
“They've had all sorts of problems with that model. They stopped selling it.”