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One academic’s dilemma

Morning over Binghamton


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davidquigg:

My favorite shadows take a familiar shape and make it new.

ScienceOnline2012 – interview with Elizabeth Preston | A Blog Around The Clock, Scientific American Blog Network

I also write poetry, which has always embarrassed me to admit. But in the past couple of years I’ve started actually trying to get published in that area, and I’ve had a few successes, so maybe it’s OK to tell people. If anyone’s looking to thicken their skin, I recommend submitting to literary journals. They’ll reject you immediately with a nice note, reject you slowly with a form letter, lose your submission for nine months and then find it again and reject you. One magazine I submitted to folded while I was waiting to hear back, so I put that in the “not a rejection” column.

The successful writer is the one who doesn’t give up.

Paris Review – A Routine Matter, Andrew Palmer

Benjamin Franklin’s daily schedule.

I recently turned thirty, the age by which, according to William James, “the character has set like plaster, and will never soften again.” But he wrote that in 1890, before mobile devices and selective serotonin reuptake inhibitors and Lana Del Rey and the fragmentation of the self, and I’m happy to report that my character is as soft as unhandled Play-Doh. For the past year I’ve slept mostly in well-worn twin beds generously provided by writing colonies, my life a new kind of nomadism made possible by America’s patrons of the arts. Every morning I get up at seven, or seven thirty, or eight, or eleven, and record my dreams, or forget them, then make my bed, or not, after which I proceed immediately to take a shower, or start the coffee, or eat breakfast, or go for a walk, then sit down at my desk to begin the day’s work, or write e-mails, or stare out the window, or do absolutely anything else. I usually end my day by reading a book, or talking on the phone, or watching basketball highlights on ESPN.com, or wondering why I keep the channel on Jimmy Fallon when every instance of empty enthusiasm makes me loathe him a little more.

William James again: “There is no more miserable human being than one in whom nothing is habitual but indecision, and for whom the lighting of every cigar, the drinking of every cup, the time of rising and going to bed every day, and the beginning of every bit of work, are subjects of express volitional deliberation. Full half the time of such a man goes to the deciding, or regretting, of matters which ought to be so ingrained in him as practically not to exist for his consciousness at all. If there be such daily duties not yet ingrained in any one of my readers, let him begin this very hour to set the matter right.” This very hour.

Habits are for squares, is what I’ve always felt. Continue reading

The rain melteth the ice that once was snow. Spring comes ugly.


Taken at Montpelier, VT