Those Big, Bright, Gumdrop Unicorns, or New Assistant Professors

Dear Gumdrop Unicorns, When you tell me that if our department has not, within three years, accomplished the things you would like it to accomplish, you will go on the market, all I can really think of to say is start now. If what you want done is to be accomplished in five years, concrete … More Those Big, Bright, Gumdrop Unicorns, or New Assistant Professors

On Mental Slavery

I knew the first week of my first job that I did not want to be a professor, at least not in the kind of institution – and there is an archipelago of them, rather like a gulag – to which I was now bound. I looked about me and was horrified: all the other … More On Mental Slavery

Chola soy, y no me compadezcan. Jacques Derrida. Paroles en liberté

Now I am writing a pre-piece of my new book and trying not to ignite my usual set of literary academic writing reactions, having to do with wishing I had always been doing more of this, and also wishing that when I decided I preferred to move on from it that I had honored my … More Chola soy, y no me compadezcan. Jacques Derrida. Paroles en liberté

Seven Deadly Sins

There is a semi-serious test available to tell you which of the seven deadly sins are yours. I lack both pride and sloth according to this test. I am medium to low medium on all of the others. Axé.

On Being A Professor

Introducing Dr. Curmudgeon. I wish I had had his confidence when I was his age. Here’s the story. I’m 35 years old. I’m going into my fourth year of teaching at a small university somewhere in America. I get to discuss big ideas and controversial notions on an almost daily basis. I get to ask … More On Being A Professor