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Day 29: Happy Fall

Dear Readers,

I write to you today, Friday November 28th 2014, with seasonal greetings, and a request. My department votes on my tenure case a week from today (the vote has now been pushed back twice: from November 7th to November 14th; and then from November 14th to December 5th). I hesitate to ask so directly for moral support, but (deep breath): I would be so gratified if you would send me some messages of good-will, any time between now and next Friday… preferably in a slow but steady trickle culminating in a cascade of happy thoughts between, ooh, 1pm and 3pm on December 5th.

Do I feel a bit sheepish asking you so boldly for encouragement? Why yes, I do: but, all of the lavishly compensated mental-health professionals in my life tell me gravely that one must ask one’s loved ones directly for what one needs, and so that is what I am doing: I’m just a duck-rabbit, standing in front of an exceptionally well-dressed, good-looking, intelligent, witty, and warm-hearted readership, asking it to send it good wishes. I have been shake, shake, shaking in my Fluevog boots, and hearing from you all would have a steadying effect.

When I was in Montreal, recently, I read the third installment of Bridget Jones’s Diary, which I enjoyed immensely. In tribute to Bridget, I will compose the remainder of this post in the form of a list. I think you’ll find that the raw data supplied in this list furnish you with a surprisingly rich sense of the texture of the duck-rabbit’s daily life over the past month.

November 2014: a Portrait in Numbers

And, on that note, I will bid you good day and wish my American readers Godspeed and bonne chance as they shop shop shop off the Thanksgiving pounds; may we all fall happily into whatever duck-rabbit holes lie ahead of us.

Yours truly, as ever,

Rabid-Duckwit

Notes

[1] I am sorely tempted to write a whole post about my conversation with this student. But would it be ethical? I’m still debating this. Without going into detail, I think I can divulge that one of the aspects of the claim to have “solved the problem of induction” that I find especially endearing is the fundamental misapprehension involved in this student’s belief that the “problem of induction” is a problem that requires solving. The idea of a solution to the problem of induction reminds me of the idea (one, funnily enough, that I have mentioned in the class in which this student is enrolled) in Hitchhiker’s that 42 is the answer to the question of life, the universe, and everything. The claim to have solved the problem of induction also clearly ranks as the Best Student Remark Ever, blowing out of the water the student who described John Milton’s Eve, in an astute application of the immortal words of Christopher Brian Bridges, Esquire, as “a Lady on the Street but a Freak in the Bed.”

[2] Note: the On Track system does not guarantee the publication of any monographs produced during the course of the program nor the successful outcome of any voting procedures associated with the promotion to Associate Professor.

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