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05.09.08

a publishing question

A purely hypothetical scenario (but of course!): Let’s say one delivers a paper at a conference one sunny July. The response is gratifying, particularly for a PhD candidate, particularly because one audience member solicits the paper for a forthcoming special issue of a Rather Nice Journal. The publication has been running behind for various reasons, but they're going to wrap it up soon and would like to consider adding your paper as a latecomer — pending approval, which is reasonable. The catch: can you revise and submit within a month?

“Why, yes!” you say, being hungry for pubs, and so you do. You get a pleasant note of acknowledgment and thanks back, promising a yay or nay shortly. October comes but the response doesn’t, and so you inquire of your advisors re the proper procedure for these things and eventually drop a brief, friendly email inquiring as to the status. No response. In January, you send another one, hoping you maintained a laid-back tone, but you also mention that this is your market year and so if they won’t be needing it, you’d like to submit it elsewhere. No response.

Let’s say that it’s now been 10 hypothetical months since your submission. The special issue is not out, so far as you can tell. In a special twist, you discover that the journal is generally running behind because of financial problems.

What would you do? Assume that your piece has been rejected without comment? Assume that the lack of rejection means that it's still in play? Would you politely withdraw and submit it elsewhere as soon as possible, or would you wait until a full calendar year has passed?

perspective in the stacks

Go toward the light at the end of the books!

It's the right time of semester for a "go towards the light!" shot, right?

05.07.08

yet more reasons to love Apple

Background: I converted to Macs when I started the PhD. I meant to be dual-platform, but after a year I just quit using the PC because there was no compelling point to it. Now I'm on my second Mac laptop, a souped-up white MacBook put together by an ex-student Genius. I never buy Apple Care warranties and I never take them in for work — until this one refused to load Leopard.

They shipped it off for optical drive repair and I picked it up yesterday. The drive was replaced, the entire bottom case was replaced due to the infamous cracking problem, and Leopard was installed. Since they decided the drive issues were due to an improper initial install, the total cost was: free dollars.

No arguing, no niggling phone calls and emails. Just sent off, fixed, promptly sent back, and free. And I had no Genius connections this time, because my student left the company a few months ago and shipped himself off to New Zealand. I was just an average customer in from off the street.

05.06.08

magic hours

Her: Please tell me good things about 5:30, that still feels like punishment time to me.

Me: Oh, 5:30 is fabulous. It’s still just a little dark and it’s quiet and secret. The air hasn’t been used yet. The ideas are waiting for someone to come keep them company.

Her: See, that makes it sound cool.

Me: And if you’re the only one up, you make your cup of coffee and sit, and things just come to you. Like a cat creeping into your lap. If I start then, the day is at least 15% better than if I start at 6. Really, though: for me, 6 sucks. There is no point to 6. 5:30, though: Totally and Completely Different. It’s sort of a twinkly kind of time.

I'm talking myself back into early-ness. Why in the world did I ever quit? Oh yeah, it was that 6-9 pm class I taught last summer. It threw my schedule off and I never fixed it.

This summer, I want to get to a place where I think it's okay to feel good. (Perhaps more on that later. Likely not.) It seems like morningness is part of that.

05.05.08

went out to find some light and angles

Minneapolis Public Library

05.04.08

a question for you hearing people

What sound will you never forget?

05.03.08

Saturday Afternoon

Saturday Afternoon

05.02.08

I love you, tiny purple man.

It's the look on Prince’s face right around 5:24. How often do you get to see someone who’s enjoying themselves this much and so good at what they do? Harrison’s kid was obviously blown away, and so am I, and so is everybody else on the Interwebs.