Did you check your bra today?

I ask women that (in my head, of course) multiple times a day.


A student comes to office hours in a thin, white top and dark bra.

A departmental secretary... um.... doesn't have enough coverage.  And it is cold.

A colleague sits at a meeting with her oxford shirt gaping in between buttons, revealing.....um....everything.


Why is it so hard to check the state of one's undergarments in the morning?

Reviewing friends

Apparently I have more friends than I thought.

'Cause get what just popped into my inbox?  A grant review request from an agency for a friend.  And not a conference buddy friend.  An actual, we-got-educated-together (not in that way, you sick bastard) friend.

I know, especially with the size of academia, that I would review a grant or paper for a friend eventually.

I just didn't think it would be this soon.

Or potentially have to be a negative review.

Finding friends

To be completely honest, I've been having a bit of a mid-tenure crisis this semester.  My attempts at seeking balance have crashed and burned.  I need some separation of work and life.

I know this is a common question, but my current state of affairs requires it:



How do you meet people outside of academia if church is not an option?



I know this brings me to a whole new level of pathetic, but why couldn't there be a friendmatch.com?  Or a matchmaking club for friendships?

Chicken vs. eggs

I've been in a documentary state of mind.

Last week, I only lasted six minutes into the bad science of Food Matters.

I immediately followed that with Babies, a French film with no narration.  I couldn't stop watching the infants as they cooed, gurgled, and pooped for the next 79 minutes.

Seriously.


Is this a sign that my biological clock is getting wound up?