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Jul. 9th, 2015 10:53 amFor no discernible reason, my brain decided to be awake at 2:45 this morning. I managed to persuade it to shut off again about an hour later, but I don't know what got into it in the first place. Unless it was the breeze rattling the blinds. The breeze was nice, but the noise was loud.
Performance review finally happened yesterday. It's nice having a boss who hates the process as much as I do, so it's more a conversation than a performance review. It's also nice having the conversation with somebody who actually knows what I do. The upshot is that in two years, when the new curriculum has been through the first iteration, my job will have mutated enough to be put in the next pay grade. And it would be most excellent if I were still the person in that job, so I (pretty please) shouldn't go anywhere until then. At the moment I still think my next thing might be online course development or something related to it, but pedagogy is changing and by the time I'm seriously looking, online courses might not be so big. Who knows?
Last weekend I picked up Swansong 1945, and I really think it ought to be required reading for the entire human race. Want to start a war? This is how everybody feels about it by the end. And I mean EVERYBODY. It's not the historian's perspective from 40-50 years later; it's not an official government opinion; it's civilians and soldiers and journalists and functionaries and concentration camp prisoners and heads of state, and it's stuff that was written while the war was happening. And it's not fiction. Heavy stuff, but worth reading.
In cheerier news, I was making major progress on the embroidery before it got humid again. I think I might have some more redesign work to do, though, because putting a circular design on a rectangular piece of linen means you run out of room in two directions as the design expands. I think I know what I want to do, but I'm not sure it will all fit. By the time I get this one done, I may have to come up with a new name for it because it won't be following the original pattern enough to be called by its original name. I honestly don't know how I would get linen big enough in the right directions to fit the whole thing, though; since Shakespeare's Peddler went out of the supplies biz, custom cut linen is hard to find.
It's peach season, and I hardly know what to do with myself because there are peaches and cherries (although not for long) and apricots (although not for long either, I suspect) and plums, and I could live on fruit if I didn't also need protein. Last week I roasted two pounds of apricots with not enough sugar and just enough nutmeg, and with a little honey on them to make up for the sugar, they were quite nice. I'm still trying to find some way to use up the Turkish honey, because it tastes rather like a pine tree and therefore doesn't go with a lot of things you'd usually put honey in. And I am not making baklava again.
Performance review finally happened yesterday. It's nice having a boss who hates the process as much as I do, so it's more a conversation than a performance review. It's also nice having the conversation with somebody who actually knows what I do. The upshot is that in two years, when the new curriculum has been through the first iteration, my job will have mutated enough to be put in the next pay grade. And it would be most excellent if I were still the person in that job, so I (pretty please) shouldn't go anywhere until then. At the moment I still think my next thing might be online course development or something related to it, but pedagogy is changing and by the time I'm seriously looking, online courses might not be so big. Who knows?
Last weekend I picked up Swansong 1945, and I really think it ought to be required reading for the entire human race. Want to start a war? This is how everybody feels about it by the end. And I mean EVERYBODY. It's not the historian's perspective from 40-50 years later; it's not an official government opinion; it's civilians and soldiers and journalists and functionaries and concentration camp prisoners and heads of state, and it's stuff that was written while the war was happening. And it's not fiction. Heavy stuff, but worth reading.
In cheerier news, I was making major progress on the embroidery before it got humid again. I think I might have some more redesign work to do, though, because putting a circular design on a rectangular piece of linen means you run out of room in two directions as the design expands. I think I know what I want to do, but I'm not sure it will all fit. By the time I get this one done, I may have to come up with a new name for it because it won't be following the original pattern enough to be called by its original name. I honestly don't know how I would get linen big enough in the right directions to fit the whole thing, though; since Shakespeare's Peddler went out of the supplies biz, custom cut linen is hard to find.
It's peach season, and I hardly know what to do with myself because there are peaches and cherries (although not for long) and apricots (although not for long either, I suspect) and plums, and I could live on fruit if I didn't also need protein. Last week I roasted two pounds of apricots with not enough sugar and just enough nutmeg, and with a little honey on them to make up for the sugar, they were quite nice. I'm still trying to find some way to use up the Turkish honey, because it tastes rather like a pine tree and therefore doesn't go with a lot of things you'd usually put honey in. And I am not making baklava again.
