The Spawn made it through her final band camp on Friday. She’s approaching her senior year with a combination of excitement and trepidation. I remember feeling the same way — I may be one of the only people who was rattled by my final pediatrician’s appointment during my senior year of high school. I felt like that was official — scientific! — confirmation that I was an adult, whether I wanted to be or not. It scared me. I didn’t think I was anywhere near ready for adulthood — and heaven knows I’ve made my share of mistakes along the way. But kid, if you’re reading this, you’re proof I’ve made some good ones as well, and overcome the bad ones. So will you.
“So, Mondo, what have you been doing this week, since you clearly haven’t been blogging?”
Well, I’ve done some fiction writing, banging out another story about Graham, the cowboy hero who showed up at The Big Adios a while back. I also found out that another of my stories will be coming out later this fall. I’ll give more details on that when it happens. In the meantime, I’ve also been practicing with the Berries and trying to arrange some shows. And of course, I’ve done (more than) my fair share of creative loafing, as we approach the new term — indeed, tomorrow is syllabus assembly day, and the following two days are the faculty
rout retreat before classes start next week.
Along with the usual comp courses, I’ll be teaching my film course (we’re doing Westerns this term — maybe it’s the influence of Graham) and a newly specified course that basically runs from Caedmon to Spenser. It’s an upper level course, and I’m looking forward to spending a semester on a period that previously got the first half of the term in the first half on the survey. The film course is full, but there’s a fair amount of room in the other. We’ll see how many I run off.
Although he probably won’t even notice this link in the wake of the Ace-a-lanche he’s getting, Morgan has a nice post concerning a recent rise in Minnesota’s minimum wage, how one restaurant has dealt with it, and how that in turn has miffed some people. As one commenter noted:
This one took me many many conversations with liberals to figure out that they expect the business owner to eat the cost. They think business owners have [S]crooge [M]c[D]uck levels of cash laying around to fund their business.
My abusive romance with college sports resumes today, as the University of Kentucky’s men’s basketball team begins a six-game preseason series against several international teams in the Bahamas. I know big-time sports have corrupted the academic enterprise in a wide variety of ways (and if you don’t know that, Margaret Soltan can fill you in ad nauseam), but I still enjoy the game, and I still feel a misplaced tribal pride. There’s a reason some pleasures are guilty.
Here’s a question. I’m not trying to score political points here — I’m honestly trying to understand this.
On the one hand, we’re told that gender is performative and constructed, rather than biologically determined. On the other, when I’ve read the accounts of transgender individuals, they commonly report that they “always knew” they were wearing the wrong bodies, as it were — that they were meant to be in the body of another gender, which implies a certain degree of biological gendering. How, if at all, are these positions reconcilable?
And since it isn’t a potpourri post without a bit of music, here’s a bit of music. Although I don’t listen to as much hard rock as I once did, I’m still fond of the genre. One of my favorite acts was/is UFO, particularly when the group has included Michael Schenker. Once, before I met Mrs. M, I had been dumped, and with the click of the phone still echoing in my ear, I played this song. I still like it. Maybe you will, too.
See you soon!