I can’t stand how the phrase “a whole nother” has slipped into our language (447,000 hits on Google, the variant in the title produces a mere 25,500 hits). I’m hearing it everywhere these days–even news anchors are saying it now! The worst part, it’s so ubiquitous it is coming out of MY mouth. This madness must stop.
It reminds me of a whole nother error, “irregardless,” which, of course, is not a word, and even if it were, it would mean the opposite of what its typical user means to say. For years, I made fun of people who used this word. As a result, I was actually saying the “word” quite a bit, in a mocking tone. And, it started sticking in my brain as a result. One day in graduate school while chatting with one of my professors, it actually slipped out of my mouth. Before I could get to the convoluted explanation of how this could possibly have happened, said professor corrected me “I think you mean either irrespective or regardless.” I was mortified.
Similarly, I once had the word “epiphone” on my mind, which is a brand of guitar (the cheaper line of the Gibson company). I always thought that was a dumb name for a guitar brand, and had been facetiously pronouncing it “epiphany” since high school. Then one day I was writing an email to my advisor in grad school, announcing I had been working on some kind of difficult problem and had had an “epiphone!”*
I’m not sure if there is a lesson in this, other than to avoid repeating other peoples’ mistakes, even in gest, because its going to take up residents in you’re mind and come back to bite you in the but.
*I’m extremely curious if this person remembers the exchange. The answer is probably no, which will verify my expectation that the things that seem so big in our own minds are routinely ignored by others.
1.) The Mitchell Report, which is coming out in 5 minutes. I haven’t been able to work for the last hour.
2.) Blog statistics. I don’t know why, but I’m fascinated by them. In fact, I’m less interested in the content of this blog right now, and more interested in how people are navigating to, through, and from it. And how many. And I don’t care about popularity. I’m just obsessed with tracking it all.
Computers I have either personally owned or procured from research funds for professional use: a Commodore VIC-20 (elementary school), a Commodore 64 (junior high), a PC that I’m sure was made by enslaved children somewhere and whose hard drive kept breaking (college), a Mac Color Classic that was I lost custody of in a breakup (college), another Mac (grad school), a PC bought when I switched from qualitative to quantitative research (grad school), a Micron desktop (UW, office), another Micron desktop (UW, home), a pricey laptop that was way too heavy (UW), an ultralight laptop (UW), an upgraded office desktop (UW), a Dell desktop (Harvard), a ThinkPad Tablet (Harvard), another office desktop (NU), and now, at long last: Continue reading “little black corvette”
I am, for the first time, advising senior theses this year. One of my thesis students, we’ll call her Jane Doe, just won a university wide competition for a grant that supports outstanding undergraduate research in the field of women and gender studies. Continue reading “taking the role of the other”
Two months ago I was at a dinner party that included also an academic couple. The husband made a pun during dinner that indicated he had misremembered my last name (chocolate bar in my profile notwithstanding, it’s ‘Crumple’ not ‘Crumble’), and then he was so pleased with his pun that he made references to it twice later in the dinner. Being timid, I did not correct him until the third time, which was awkward because our structural relationship is such that he really should have my surname down by this point. Yesterday at a holiday party I was standing with a colleague and the husband came over and started talking to us. As a last thing before leaving us, he apologised again for having misremembered my name. “My wife was so angry you would not believe it,” he proclaimed, “No sex for a month.” Continue reading “sorry to’ve crumped your style”
Thanks to everyone who had good ideas about what to do for my folks that are getting up there in years. It turns out that there are lots and lots of resources just like the ones I was looking for: agencies that screen, train, and bond workers to help seniors out and allow them to stay in their homes longer. My folks are lucky that they live in a densely populated area, with lots of resources. Here are a couple links for folks in the San Mateo County, and here is a starting place to find care throughout California. It turns out they have just what I thought my folks needed: someone to check in, have a chat, maybe tidy up the dishes, drive them around to do errands and grocery shopping, remind them to take meds, and keep loved ones posted on how things are going. Weekly visits would be about $500/month, as far as I can tell without making any calls.
Unfortunately, Continue reading “gettin’ old: the bad news follow-up”