1. I want to talk a little about depression. The last twelve months have been some of the hardest I've experienced. Outwardly, there was no reason this should have been so. I finally made tenure, and my first book came out, leaving me more professionally secure than before...
This is the right step. AI use by students is now so widespread that it undermines the credibility of their own degrees, whether or not this or that individual used it. In a few years, the only degrees with value will be from institutions that ban it.
https://t.co/xDmSaJAEUO
Waiting for Argentina to appeal the result on the grounds that Spain's disallowed goal should have been assigned to them under uti possidetis iuris instead.
(And yes, I am fully aware of the irony of citing Baudrillard in support of an argument like this, especially placing him on the same side as Jameson!)
This piece articulates something I've felt dimly for a while. It's starting to feel like satire is the opiate of the middle classes.
(I'm guilty of this too, chuckling at ultimately-impotent mockery of Trump et al.)
https://t.co/UUXHjv6Jjo
That is an illusory happiness: its comforts and its solutions are ideological smoke and mirrors that merely help us tolerate a false world. It is not Trump that satire of this kind undermines - it is the possibility of a better one.
Missing my late cat Parsley. Not only was he adorable, he had excellent taste in reading. It's been three years since he passed, but it still doesn't feel right to think of bringing another one into my home - probably the only thing stopping me turning into a middle-aged cat dad