break

This week is winter break. I have a week free from teaching; a week of daytime flexibility (save for a few days I have to go onto campus for meetings). Additionally, I’ve somehow made it so that I am all caught up on reading/grading. So, what will I do with myself? I wonder. I need…

what’s going on?

So, The Good Gravy at paper.li isn’t replacing this blog. Paper.li works kind of like a random aggregator: I told them what I like to read about, offered the twitter hashtags that I generally chase, and they (they being the lovely gophers that run the internet) scour the internet and retrieve articles, videos, and images…

really, it’s just for fun

I’ve been tagged more than a few times with the “25 things about me” meme on Facebook lately. I haven’t posted the meme myself, for reasons I’m still trying to articulate. It might be because I feel like I  adequately create myself in my online spaces without having to post another list — that is,…

explanation, snow day

So, a quick explanation for the new name here, and why I left the old acadeemom behind:  in doing some research about paper mills, I came across a website called academon (aca-demon), for which I will not provide a link for obvious reasons (hint: they sell academic papers). I did not/do want to be accidentally…

settling in

So, my mom says I’m not posting enough here. Yeah, she’s right. Here’s where I’m at: A full third into my first semester at the new gig. I’m still giddily happy, though my giddiness is interspersed with moments of holy-crap-I’ve-never-had-this-much-responsibility-in-my-life. But then I remind myself that I began raising children at the age of 20,…

two lists for friday

The hideous crap I’ve eaten today: 1 monster cinnamon roll 1 pile of the dissertator’s trail mix: Cheetos, Doritos, and Fritos 1 (admittedly smallish, because I needed room on the plate for above trail mix) roast beef and tomato on wheat 1 Grande Iced Coffee, cream and sugar 1 more monster cinnamon roll (and just…

mork

Nearly two full days of watching TV has turned Big J into Mork from Ork. He’s bored out of his mind. Tomorrow, I promise I’ll take them to the pool. Promise.

this is not a real offer for free kids

This pic reflects (heh), somewhat, the mirror situation in the living room. Since I originally posted about the mirrors, my mom has visited and remarked that they aren’t as bad as I made them out to be. Well, this is my blog, and I’m prone to a little hyperbole for effect. Anyhow, even if they’re…

no more mr, no more pool, no more buddies. wah.

I got my official email address to from York, and alas, I am no longer Mr. Yonker (at whatever whatever) like I’ve been for lo these many years. Instead, I just get the M: myonker. It’s the small, expected and insignificant changes like these that jar me. Bigger unexpected changes simply foster a bit of…

the ugly in me

I’m horribly thrilled that Heather was unable to fulfill the 21-day cleanse. Something is terribly wrong with me.