I wrote a variant of the article that follows for a conference, and as is common for those in my line of work, my submission was rejected. This unfortunate part of the academic lifestyle results in days working on publications that are dismissed by others who might just not agree with a premise or misunderstand some key argument. In the words of Vonnegut, so it goes.
Quality is one of those words. You know what it means at face value, and unless you enjoy torturing yourself about the definition of words (like me) that’s all that matters. You know it when you see it and you move on, going back to your Sudoku puzzle (or whatever). In the University system, and […]
You walk to the shop with a bad headache, but you’ve decided that you want to be your best self for Mrs McKenzie, the long-term owner of the general goods business opposite your house. You don’t want to trouble her with your complaints because she’s just recovering from the loss of her favourite pet gerbil named ‘Louie’, has a bad hip, and her grand-kids don’t come to visit her anymore because they all live abroad. When you enter the store, Mrs McKenzie’s face lights up and she greets you with an enthusiastic hello, before asking you how you are. You say….