Introvert Impersonates Extrovert
How I learned to be an extrovert.
What Do Professors Do All Week?
Starting last Saturday, I began chronicling just what I do every day – in an effort to make visible the (usually invisible) work that academics do.  Now that this week-long experiment has concluded, I am glad to take your questions. Q: 62 hours! Was that more or less than you expected? A: I honestly had
How Did I Get Here? Part II: Into Professorland
In yesterday’s post, I skipped past the actual getting of the job. (Oops.) Today, I’ll talk about that. Oh, but enough about me. What do you think of me? – old joke 4. To Market, to Market, to Get Me a Job In 1999, I had three interviews. The first was pleasant enough. The second was
How Did I Get Here? Part I: Up from Adjuncthood
MLA’s coming up later this week. Can you bear to read yet another advice column? If not, then you may want to skip the following personal narrative that, yep, includes some advice (well, inasmuch as my personal example may be instructive… which it may not be). You may ask yourself: well, how did I get
My Book About Me
These days, I don’t talk much about my first book. Â I wrote it when I was 7 years old, in collaboration with Dr. Seuss and Roy McKie. Â As you can see, I improved upon their artwork with the aid of stickers from the United Fruit Company (of whose bananas I was then an avid consumer)
Safety Last
When I was about 9 years old, watching television one weekend afternoon, I saw a black-and-white film of a bespectacled man climbing the side of a building. He ascends a floor, narrowly misses falling, is about to enter the building through the window – then, another man emerges, with a policeman in pursuit, and tells
Mash-up vs. Purple Crayon
Different kinds of scholars, different kinds of scholarship. But many paths to success in academia.
Fortunate Failures; or, How I Became a Scholar of Dr. Seuss
How a failed book proposal launched a career. Mine. Viva failure!