Because otherwise, I just end up doing things like cleaning out my closet. My closet has been perfectly tolerable as a disaster for the last several months, and then a day before I’m to leave for Africa, I pull everything out of it? Suddenly I’m concerned with the many dozen wire hangers I’ve accumulated over the year from my dry cleaners?
It’s like teaching. It expands to the amount you allot to it.
I’ve heard I am going to have trippy dreams as a result of the malaria pills I’ve started taking. My dreams are normally pretty tame, especially the recurrent one where I’m wandering around ASA asking everyone “Are you Drek?” I’ll report back about that.
The course I’m teaching in Malawi is introductory Stata training using the Malawi Demographic and Health Survey. If you’ve anything about Stata that you think introductions don’t emphasize or underscore enough, let me know.