So, orgtheory has had a couple of posts (here and here) about journal comments that follows my own, perhaps overdramatic, earlier post on the topic. Part of one thread, as well a post by Peter, follows up on my statement that there is often a “wild lack of critical thinking that many sociologists evince toward work that claims to show the triumph of some sociology-affirming narrative.” The discussion over there has been mostly about sociology versus economics, but where I’ve more comparative advantage is with sociology versus “biology.” What I’m talking about here is work that first depicts some duel between sociology and “biology” as competing confederations of causes, and then professes to offer arguments or evidence on behalf of the sociology side.
Sure, I understand fully that you would expect a bias in favor of sociology-affirming findings for papers in sociology journals. Permit an analogy. Continue reading “sociology’s home court advantage”
(view from my window, right now)
The only conceivable justification for my current apartment is the view. Which I do adore. Except, when the weather is windy and rainy outside, you get to see it in all its ugly dysplendor. That can actually be quite fun to watch when you are staying in anyway. And, when you must go up to the office then at least you’ve got a full view to prepare for what the reality is. When you are in-between—say, you really feel you should go up to campus, although it’s hard to spell out precisely why you feel that way—it’s a great promoter of precipitation-borne procrastination. Continue reading “i knew there would be days like this, and i signed up anyway”
When the war of the yard signs was at its peak several years ago, I wanted to put three popular signs in my yard, all together:
Let Your Light Shine: Fight Racism
We Support Gays and Lesbians
Keep Christ in Christmas
My state celebrates the winter season with the war of the symbols. Nativity scenes on public property justly spark lawsuits by those who are not Christian. Menorahs and “separate church and state” banners flank the decorated evergreen tree whose very name is subject of debate in the legislature. Proposals to include Wiccan pentacles and Festivus poles add to the fun. Some Christians have decided that “their” holiday has been ruined by any acknowledgment of others, Continue reading “symbolic dominance, culture and religion”
Sara, I’m not sure if Santa is alive AND parents give you presents or if it’s really just parents who give you presents.
That’s a pretty serious question, Finn. How do you think you could find out the answer to that? Continue reading “rudolph the red nosed counterfactual”
I’m not creative enough to write an ode. But I will say this, I love fruitcake. What’s not ot like? Fruit, booze, and cake? I’m making one this afternoon. The fruit has been soaking for six days (I even brought it, soaking in a bowl, on the Amtrak from NYC to Maine). It’s going to be great. I think I’ll start making Holiday fruit cakes and sending them to folks next year. It will be my version of conversion work.
This is the first time in a while that Eid and Christmas have been so close – so a week of celebrations in the O’Malley (mom)/Khan (dad) household! Happy holiday all.
Is here. I will admit, I’ve wondered many times what my life would be like if the Internet had never been invented. My main conclusions are that I would have read more books, be less well apprised of current events, and have less geographically dispersed and less interesting friends. I’ve also wondered many times how growing up in rural Iowa would have been different had there been e-mail and the Web back then. There, presumably, I would have grown up feeling much less–shall we say–unusual, probably with both good and bad consequences.
The most farfetched part of It’s a Wonderful Life is the idea that Donna Reed would have ended up a spinster librarian if not for George Bailey.
My parents called this morning to let us know they were leaving for the airport and to talk to B one more time (knowing my mother, this is because she’s always afraid she’s going to crash without saying goodbye to those she loves). At any rate, apparently my mom told B that she’d be in South Bend about 8:30pm. Because I realize the inadequacies of Chicago-O’Hare International Airport and am well aware of the weather-related problems occurring in Chicago, South Bend, and the toll-road between them, I told B that she was being an optimist. B said, “Well, Mom, I prefer to think of it as being positive.”
I take this as a clear indication that my child has only heard me use the word optimist in a negative light and thinks it’s a put-down. I guess I’ve got my first new year’s resolution – work on being optimistic about optimism.