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Mar. 22nd, 2018 09:45 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
dchenesIt's snowing, which wouldn't be news except it started snowing four hours later than they said it would and hasn't stopped yet. Which meant I got on the bus in the snow. At least there was only half an inch of it then. Boston public schools are closed today, but of course Harvard doesn't close for anything less than blizzard conditions in rush hour and/or a foot of snow. Fortunately I wasn't standing around waiting for the bus for more than about two minutes.
I committed sacrilege yesterday. The Office for Diversity Inclusion sent out a survey about making common spaces more welcoming to a diverse student population, and I said Take down the 20 or so portraits of old white men in the Main lobby. They're mostly previous deans. I'm not saying turn them into a bonfire, but give them to the library or something and put up a picture of George Franklin Grant and/or any other interesting (by which I don't mean gave us a lot of money) alumni instead. Or at least develop some criteria by which you have to have done something more interesting than warming a chair in the dean's office for several years.
On the good side of things, I got nominated as a Harvard Hero. I probably won't make the final 12 from the medical area, because I'm in a pool of 46. And I have a long-standing tradition of not winning anything more exciting than a cake from the Noank School Fair cake walk. (OK, I take that back, winning admission to grad school was pretty damn exciting, but that's a little different.) Anyway, what it gets me if I win is bragging rights and a reception in Cambridge in June. Yay?
Also good, I finished page 12 of the embroidery pattern, so I'm a third of the way through. Once I get through page 13, I'll know where halfway down the pattern is, and then I can finally cut down the linen so I'm not dragging an extra foot or so around. The idea of cutting linen with a year's worth of embroidery on it gives me the fantods, but having all that extra fabric to collect cat hair is getting annoying. Very orange cat hair shows up like mad on black linen, shockingly enough. But I love my very orange cat.
I committed sacrilege yesterday. The Office for Diversity Inclusion sent out a survey about making common spaces more welcoming to a diverse student population, and I said Take down the 20 or so portraits of old white men in the Main lobby. They're mostly previous deans. I'm not saying turn them into a bonfire, but give them to the library or something and put up a picture of George Franklin Grant and/or any other interesting (by which I don't mean gave us a lot of money) alumni instead. Or at least develop some criteria by which you have to have done something more interesting than warming a chair in the dean's office for several years.
On the good side of things, I got nominated as a Harvard Hero. I probably won't make the final 12 from the medical area, because I'm in a pool of 46. And I have a long-standing tradition of not winning anything more exciting than a cake from the Noank School Fair cake walk. (OK, I take that back, winning admission to grad school was pretty damn exciting, but that's a little different.) Anyway, what it gets me if I win is bragging rights and a reception in Cambridge in June. Yay?
Also good, I finished page 12 of the embroidery pattern, so I'm a third of the way through. Once I get through page 13, I'll know where halfway down the pattern is, and then I can finally cut down the linen so I'm not dragging an extra foot or so around. The idea of cutting linen with a year's worth of embroidery on it gives me the fantods, but having all that extra fabric to collect cat hair is getting annoying. Very orange cat hair shows up like mad on black linen, shockingly enough. But I love my very orange cat.
