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...who dashes out from her university lecture in a grand lecture theatre to hop into a pre-booked taxi ready and waiting to whisk her off to the airport where she'll head to another country for the rest of the week, to give two talks in two different cities and be interviewed for a podcast series.

I still find this maximally weird sometimes, and am not quite sure how it happened.
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The other day, I commented, "I can already start putting pretty good bets on who's going to approach me about supervising their theses".

Had I actually placed such a bet, I'd be heading home tonight a richer woman. The first one asked me today (i.e., a good four months in advance of when she needed to) if I'd be her supervisor.

Score.
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This afternoon, I took a fresh cup of tea and the book I've been asked to review to my comfy chair in the corner of my office, next to the radiator and the window. I queued up some music, pulled up another chair to use as a footstool, and with the sun streaming in on me, curled up on the chair with my book and my tea and my music, cosy and comfortably warm, and read for about three hours.

When I sit at my desk, pouring over an article, typing at the keyboard, scribbling proofs or translations on scratch paper, I feel like I'm Doing Work, like a Proper Adult.

When I slouch down on my chair with my feet up on another piece of furniture, I get a very distinct impression of just how lucky I am that I can make myself comfortable and read for a couple of hours and get paid for it.

[In fact, my todo list for the entire day was essentially: Make tea. Read. Reading group. Grab lunch, and more tea. Read. Read. More tea. Read. Logic logic logic (aka, meet with student). Read.]

Whenever I miss Heidelberg, it helps to remember how lucky I am to be here.
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I didn't end up saying what I was planning to say in this post because I had plenty of other things to say first. Here are a few of them.

It's hard to put into words how much I love teaching. It is basically everything I ever dreamed it would be when I first decided, around age 13, that it was what I wanted to do. My Wednesday morning tutorial group for Logic, Language, & Reality is turning out to be a great one -- small, but populated with people who are ready to come in and just start talking, without (much) prompting from me, and also in response to each other's questions rather than waiting for me to answer them. And when I put forth a question, they explore possible answers to it, rather than staring at me dumbly. Because they've read the material and are engaged in it, we end up having really interesting discussions -- last week, we had a 20 minute diversion on the origin and development of the universities in the Middle Ages. This morning, someone asked "But what are Frege's views on numbers?" and so we talked about 1-1 correspondences and equivalence classes, and I told them that if I can get a 3rd year philosophy of math module going, we'd read Frege's Foundations of Arithmetic -- which holds a special place in my heart as the very first piece of contemporary analytic philosophy that I ever read. My Frege/Russell/Wittgenstein class basically revolutionized my philosophical world: I had NO IDEA that philosophy could be conducted this way and on those questions. It was one of the best courses I had as an undergrad -- we'd arrive early to lecture every week and stay late (I was routinely late for my History of Modern Philosophy discussion section, in part because that class was by far the low point of my undergrad philosophical career. It was just SO BORING), and at the end of the semester the professor took us all out for pizza.

There's three people in this group that are doing joint philosophy/math degrees, and I find it astonishing that there is such a degree programme here and NO PHILOSOPHY OF MATH COURSE. (They agree with me, and would really like that to change, so I've told them to start telling staff this.) I think I should be able to do it without too much difficulty: I can adapt my current 3rd year seminar from being modal logic & incompleteness to being incompleteness & foundations of math -- and it would make sense, since clearly it's the phil of math. stuff that the 2nd year course this year is going to be a feeder for, whereas last year it was clearly modal logic. So I hope I can slide this in as a minor change to course content rather than as the development and deployment of a wholly new course, which I doubt would fly.

But it's only a month into the year and I've already got a cohort of motivated and excited students who are interested in the things I am interested in; I can already start putting pretty good bets on who's going to approach me about supervising their theses. That's the ONE thing about last year that really made me feel validated in how I handled the 2nd year course -- the fact that almost as soon as signing up for supervision opened, my list was full, proving that there were people who found the material interesting, stimulating, and worthwhile. (In fact, it is a small matter of smug pride that my list was full before a majority of the others: People knew that there would be competition for a limited number of slots!) I have been so pleased with my supervisees this year so far -- we had a group meeting week before last, and it was great to see both the ideas they have (some of which are really quite serious and substantial, and I have high hopes for) and how interested they were in what others were doing, offering questions and comments even if the topic was far from theirs. I hope to have them all together again once or twice next term, and then perhaps also in Easter term after they've submitted. Maybe we'll go for celebratory drinks. But these are people who care about what they are doing, and what they care about is what I care about, and how on earth could one NOT enjoy this?
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3rd year undergrads have to write a 12,000 word thesis here (8,000 if they're in certain joint honors programmes), and I was very pleased when the best and brightest students from my 2nd year class last year all asked if I'd be willing to supervise them. Supervision doesn't involve much: Students are told they are entitled to 6 hours of contact time with their supervisor and one read-through of a draft -- but with 8 students that does add up!

Yesterday I had them all come over to my office for a joint meeting, in part because I wanted everyone to know who else is working with me as there might be some people who would find it useful to talk to each other while they were working (and in part because it would be easier to say some of my expectations once rather than multiple times). And it was really pretty awesome. I've got 5 who are doing more language-y topics and 3 who are doing more math-y topics (one is looking at the stable marriage problem and assorted matching algorithms -- thank you, ILLC, for letting me write a PhD on medieval logic and yet be in an environment where I've come away qualified to supervise undergrads in my husband's area of research, broadly construed. Osmosis FTW), but there was quite a bit of interaction, with people on one side having questions for people on the other side, and it seemed like a genuinely interesting and useful afternoon for all of them. I hope to have everyone together again at least once during next term.

But one thing I told them flat out was that the 6 hours of supervision entitlement? They can basically ignore that. I don't want anyone not making an appointment with me just because they think that they'll "use up" their 6 hours. As I told them, I can think of plenty of things I'd rather do less than meet with someone to talk about research. (In fact, some of the best times I had during last year was with one of my Language & Mind students whose thesis I wasn't in fact supervising but to which I nevertheless contributed at least six contact hours of discussion. We still have two papers that came out of those discussions that we need to finish up). When it comes to both what I want to do, in a cushy academic job, and what I think it is important that I do, given my cushy academic job, I'm not entirely sure that there is anything much more important than supervising students.

So I'm looking forward to the rest of the year.
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It's the end of the first week of lectures, and I'm reminded of why it is I wanted to do this in the first place.

Tuesday afternoon I walk into a sprawling lecture hall, and watch it fill up with students. The part I hate the most is that awkward period between when I arrive and when I start talking, but I never manage to minimize that because I am almost physically incapable of not arriving early to things like this. But then right from the start I get them to talk, to each other, to me, to raise ideas half-formed, with probably 8-10 people (out of ~60, so that's a fantastic percentage for a big lecture theatre!) volunteering questions, comments, and answers. When plotting my lectures, I often earmark questions and the answers I expect/want to receive, and this time, the students basically went bang bang bang down the list -- even in the order I had them! It was fantastic, and it set the foundation for the rest of the term: If they know from the start that this is how things are going to be, hopefully the ones who didn't talk will feel comfortable doing so in the future. And even if not, even if it's the same dozen or so people who participate in lectures, that's OK. Some people don't have the snap-ability to come up with questions or objections. Those can prepare their thoughts in advance and contribute in tutorials. Afterwards, I received an email from a student asking to set up a meeting to talk about the logic side of things (which we won't reach for a few weeks! Pro-activity on the part of a student!), and it ended, "P.S Tuesday's lecture was wonderful. Thank you!"

Yesterday was my first logic seminar; I had 13 people signed up, knowing that 2 of them (and possibly one more not formally enrolled yet) were going to be coming on Mondays instead, I figured there was a good chance of getting a good crowd. I realized a bit belatedly that it would be worthwhile advertising this course to the MA and PhD students, so the email didn't go out until Thursday morning, but nevertheless 12 people showed up -- 10 undergrads and 2 master's students. Of the 10, 8 I had in my class last year, and four of them are writing their dissertation with me. :) I'm especially pleased to have these four back, I had some really interesting discussions with a few of them over the course of last year (and one of them, his dissertation topic has me very excited, it's a bit bizarre, really, because all my hanging out with the computational social choice people in Amsterdam (i.e., Joel's research crowd!) is paying off, because what he's planning to write on falls squarely within that remit.) We get two hours, so I spent the first hour sketching very briefly basics, to ensure that we're all on the same page w.r.t. propositional logic, and then after a break I gave them some exercise sheets just to brush up on truth tables, and got to listen to that glorious sound of groupwork. Judging from the discussions I overheard, it was a good idea to have them do some of these exercises, even if they're the sort of thing they should've mastered in their intro logic class two years ago. For the remainder of the year, I want every student to be in charge of running the seminar twice -- since there are 12-15 people, that's 2-3 people each week, which will give them the opportunity to work in depth with someone else, a skill that I found so tremendously useful in my early logical career that I want to encourage whenever I can. (They were rather shocked when I told them that I encourage them to work in groups on the homeworks, and if they do, they should just hand in one answer sheet with the names of everyone who contributed. I don't want to have to read numerous duplicates!) Because the assessment comes in the form of a single end-of-term in-class exam, those who put their names down on homeworks w/o actually contributing will feel the full consequences then!

When I met with the few who can't come on Thursdays earlier this week, one of them asked if I was planning a 4th year follow-up module. Now, in philosophy, there are only three years, and then we switch to the master's modules, and I'm pretty well certain that the dept. is not going to be interested in having me offer an advanced logic module to the master's students, since most of them wouldn't have had the basis necessary to take it. But apparently the maths programme either is or can be four years. I mentioned the very vague possibility of a 4th year follow-up in Thursday's seminar, and afterwards another student came up to me and said "If that happens, I'll take it." Now I need to look in how exactly to get that set up: I think it would have to be an actual maths course, with a maths code, etc., because it appears that there is no such thing as cross-listed courses at Durham. I have no idea what the protocol is for someone from one department leading a module in another, if that's even possible. If it is, and I can get this done, then I would be in a position where I'm contributing teaching to modules in philosophy, maths, and modern languages and cultures (that's the dept. that handles the MA in medieval studies, which I currently give one lecture in one module for; someday I hope to expand that to entire module). And you know what? That's a pretty awesome feeling. THAT is true evidence of interdisciplinarity. I bet there are not many other people out that who teach in three different departments.

Early in September I was invited by one of my 3rd year students from last year, who stuck around Durham to do a Master's and is now running the Arts & Humanities Society, if I'd give an evening lecture as part of their series, possibly on some of the material I'd covered in the class she took. This seemed a perfect time to talk about the paper that I co-write with one of her fellow students, which will be published next year (and which I got the final On-line First version last night, conveniently enough), discussing what lessons for traditional theories of meaning we can learn from looking at fictional discourse and fictional languages -- i.e., I got to talk about Santa Claus, Pegasus, Sherlock Holmes, Klingon, Quenya, Dothraki, Minionese, other nonsense languages, and play a couple of video clips. The lecture was yesterday, and probably 60-70 people came, including a few of my students. :) Gwen had been home from nursery the last two days after a stomach bug in the middle of the night on Tuesday, so she helped me make my slides -- they were just individual sentences to consider the truth values of, which I illustrated with random images from google. She helped pick them out. :) And then she helped me watch three Minion movie trailers to find the best one to link to, and there I was, sitting on the couch at home with her tucked under my arm, watching movies and laughing together, and calling it research. Work/life balance: It works sometimes.

Walking out to my talk last night, in the dimming twilight falling over the city, with the sun behind the clouds and the lights coming on, and the cathedral illuminated against the gloom, I thought about how amazing it is here and how lucky I am to have landed here. I intended to write this post about how Durham is the city where (my) dreams come true, but I need to break this off now as it's almost time to skype into the St. Andrews Latin reading group. Maybe I'll pick this back up after lunch.
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When I was a senior in high school, I enrolled at the local community college as a high school special student, meaning I could take 6 credits a semester (which I petitioned to get increased on 7, so I could work on the student newspaper. This was very worthwhile, because it showed me beyond doubt I did not want to be a journalist). My first semester, I signed up for introduction to logic. I went in to it convinced I was going to fail. After all, hadn't my dad, the most logical person I knew, regularly reminded my mom and my sister and I that we were not very logical? (Turns out he was wrong. It's common sense we often lacked, not logic. :) )

By the end of the semester, 6 out of the 7 other students had come to me for tutoring, and I had already combed the UW-Madison course catalog to find what upper level logic courses I could take when I got there -- this was before I'd even applied, much less been accepted. Philosophy 510 was the one I had my eyes on: it was a junior level course, and had as its prerequisite the course I was taking (and whose credits would transfer with me.)

Coming in to university with 12 credits (the newspaper work didn't transfer), I blithely disregarded my advisor's recommendations to only take 12 my first semester, or MAYBE possibly 15, and signed up for 18 with the result that I had sophomore status by the start of my second semester. Between taking the max credits that semester as well as summer school, I knew I could have junior status by the start of the next year. But Phil 510 was offered only every other fall, alternating with Phil 511, and that was the one that came up the start of my second year. Being on track to graduate in 3 years, this meant my final fall was the only opportunity I'd have to take the course.

And then. I'm checking the timetable to register for courses, and I find out that for the first time in 10-15 years, Phil 510 wasn't scheduled for MWF 11:00, but rather MWF 8:50 -- the same time as 3rd semester Greek (MTWR 8:50), which I needed in order to graduate. I was crushed. I went to the professor (whom by then I'd had for quite a number of courses, at undergrad and graduate level), and told him "I've been waiting to take this course for THREE YEARS. Is there anything that can be done?"

And there was. He offered to meet with me once a week, go through three hours worth of lecture material in 1-1.5 hours, with the caveat that I had to do most of the work on filling in the gaps on my own. I leapt at the opportunity, and those weekly meetings were some of the most useful and productive of my undergrad career. (When, as a self-described math-phobe who never made it past pre-calc in high school finally proves the Chinese Remainder Theorem all by herself, it is AMAZING.)

One of the first things I did upon arriving in Durham was start putting out feelers for teaching a 3rd year formal logic course on the incompleteness theorems. One of the only prereqs for applying to the Master of Logic programme in Amsterdam is "knowledge of the completeness and incompleteness theorems", and I felt very strongly that any self-respecting philosophy programme should at least offer their students the possibility. And, given that the maths department has no logicians, maybe some math students would be interested, too. In fact, I was banking on them being interested, because in order to make this a viable course, I knew I need to get 10-12 students.

First, the course got scheduled 16-18, since uni timetabling neglected the fact that I'm a caregiver and shouldn't be scheduled after 17:00. Then it was switched to Friday 9-11, and I got a slew of students emailing: Every single maths student who would've taken the course had a clash with a required math module (stats, I think). I asked for it to be moved again, which the phil. dept. was willing to do even though the only free slot left overlapped the departmental seminar (which often overlapped with my logic class last year, so I've yet to go to more than two seminars, I think); unfortunately, a number of people STILL had clashes. We asked the maths department, hey, could you maybe consider moving some of your modules, since it's mostly YOUR students who want to take this? No. Too many modules, too difficult.

I finally got the rest of my course schedule sorted out last week, and realized I've got a nice big gap on Monday afternoons. Why didn't I do what my professor had done for me? So I emailed all the students who had clashes and asked if they were free on Mondays. If they were, I would be happy to duplicate the seminar and meet with them on Monday afternoons, covering the same material that we did in the actual seminar the Thursday before. A few said they might be able to make the second half of the seminars, or occasionally skip their clashing class to come to the full seminar. Some said they'd probably still want to come on Mondays. I've got a feeling I'll open up the offer to the Thursday crew as well. I'd go ahead and switch the entire thing to Mondays except that 13 people is just a few too many to fit in my office. (I met with a few today to talk them through what I am going to tell everyone else on Thursday, and one of them has already asked if I'm planning a 4th year follow-up. I'll have to talk to the math dept., since there are no 4th year philosophy classes, but if i could get half a dozen people for that, I'd certainly consider it.)

It feels good to be able to pay forward the incredible experience I had 13 years ago.
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Today was matriculation, when the students are formally entered into the university. It is broken into five ceremonies, with 3 (sometimes 4) colleges per ceremony. I didn't really know what matriculation was like, so when I saw an email asking for volunteers to marshal, I figured that would be a good way to do so. I first signed up for just the morning, but then a week in advance they still needed volunteers so I added myself to the afternoon rota, too.

Durham weather in early October can be quite variable, but many people commented on the fact that this was the worst weather matriculation had seen in years. It rained continually, from when I arrived at 8:45 to when I left shortly before 17:00. (It was only on the way home after I got Gwen from nursery that I furled my umbrella finally). I had an indoor/outdoor role, organizing (indoors) the students as they came in through the back chapel of the cathedral, then standing out front the main entrance to the cathedral during the ceremonies to direct any visitors or tourists down to the other entrance, and then shepherding the students out through the main entrance and down the correct exit path.

When I was given the indoor duty for the first ceremony, I thought "Yay, out of the rain!" It didn't take long to realize that, no, on a good day, the chapel is significantly cooler than outdoors, and on a bad day, the entrance, which I had to stand in front of to immediately direct students to my left as they came through, turned into a wind tunnel. After five ceremonies, I was rather cold and damp. Here's a view out that door:

door

A bit ago, I typed this up and posted it to FB:
Lessons learned from marshalling five matriculation ceremonies today:

1. Contrary to popular opinion, queuing does NOT come naturally to all Brits.
2. Teacher voice is needed to get everyone to (a) walk in the direction they need to, (b) stop when they need to, (c) go when they need to. We've got 600 people to file through this chapel, you're going to have to do the kindergarten snake and go down, turn 'round the column, come back up, all the way up, to me, all the way to me, and then turn and go back down, turn left at the statue, c'mon back up, and THEN into the cathedral.
3. Dressing for the rain isn't enough. You need to dress for the bloody wind coming through the wind tunnel the doors form.
4. Once the queue is going, all you really need to do is stand with one arm outstretched, palm politely forward.
5. A black robe means you are a student.
6. A black robe with a commanding tone means you are a symbol of authority (see (2)).
7. A black robe and standing in front of the main entrance asking "Can I help you?" is not always enough to indicate that "You aren't allowed in this entrance if you don't give me the right answer".
8. Dyeing my hair has shaved a good 5-10 years off my age. I am now "young lady" again.
9. If you think "I wonder if I should bring a thermos of tea with me", the answer is always "yes".
10. They're so young, they're all so young.
11. I can't wait until next year.
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I've been thinking about a few things recently, relating to the process by which academics write, and are expected to write, books. (Caveat: What I have to say probably holds greater for the humanities than for the sciences).

First, [livejournal.com profile] badgersandjam was commenting on how unreadable many history books are, such that when you find one that is, it is such a relief -- but you do sort of wonder, why can't they all be like that? Wouldn't everyone want the book they write to be something that others will enjoy reading?

And then you read things like this article, "Academics are being hoodwinked into writing books nobody can buy". If nobody can by them, nobody can read them. Wouldn't everyone want the book to write to be something that others will at least read, even if they don't enjoy it?

We're in the process of hiring a new lecturer and two new chairs in my department, and this has involved the scrutiny of a lot of CVs over the summer. In the absence of other indicative marks, books are given significant weighting: Given two candidates with roughly equal educational and teaching profiles, the one who has a book published or forthcoming, but very few articles, generally seemed to trump the one with no book but lots of articles. Yesterday was the job talks for the two chairs, in which candidates were given ~45 min. to talk about their research, past, present, and future. A number of them naturally mentioned how their previous or current work has or will result in books, and I found myself looking at the CV of one and thinking "Gosh. 6 books. That's actually rather a lot. Not so much a lot to write, but a lot to read", and this lead me to another thought:

When was the last time I read a philosophical book, not an article, cover to cover? Of these books, how many did I read within 5 years of their being published? I.e., these books that everyone is writing, and that everyone is putting so much weight on on CVs -- who is reading them? For every 6 books you write, you'd hope that there are at least 12 people out there who read them (two per book, not 12 per book). But where are these people coming from? Certainly not me... I took stock and realized that the only recently-published books in my academic field that I have read cover-to-cover within the last 5 years or so are ones that I have been asked to review (it is, in fact, one reason why I like being invited to review books, because I get a chance to completely read something I want to read, but would otherwise likely not make the time for).

Wondering how typical I was, I went to twitter and asked philosophers, What was the most recent philosophy monograph you've read cover to cover within 5 years of its publication? The answers I've been getting are quite interesting (I've even gotten a few tips for books I may want to read myself!). Someone in the thread responded that, as a student, she mostly reads articles rather than books, which triggered another question: When was the last time you assigned a complete book, pub. in last 5 years, for a course? So far, NO ONE has responded to this one.

Why don't I read books? They're time consuming. They're often too niche for my interests -- they report on the results of someone else's research, rather than providing me with tools or questions that can direct my own research. Articles are more specific and focused, and are often directed at illuminating a particular issue or question, the results of which can then be more easily transferred to another realm. Articles are cheaper, and easier to obtain electronically. (So many books that I would be interested in reading the library doesn't have, and may or may not purchase.)

Should I be reading more books? I don't know.
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The academic conference dinner is among the more unique human of experiences. Put together a group of people who are marked out from the rest of the population on the basis of (a) years of education and (b) field of interest, taken in a very broad sense, add alchohol and indifferent-to-excellent food depending on the venue, and see what happens.

The conference dinner is one of the more important aspects of a conference, carrying as much weight and importance as the scientific programme does, if not more. It is generally towards the end of the conference, after a number of people have given their talks and have had awkward conversations with other attendees during the coffee breaks.

After 10 years in the business, I've learned how to play the game. I've learned what I need to do to succeed in the conference dinner charade, to play my part and make the theatricals a success.

(a) Give a talk on something wholly different from anyone else. When everyone else's slides are full of symbols, omit them from yours and instead include pictures of manuscripts. When you do have a proposition and a "proof" point it out explicitly so the audience realizes what they're getting. This will ensure that people who attend your talk notice you, and are either intrigued or threatened by what you're doing and want to engage you.

(b) Be the only woman at your table. it's not hard, in your field, but if you have a choice of being one of two women at a table of eight,opt for the seating arrangement where you are the only women. If the seating arrangements don't work so that you're the only woman, make sure that everyone immediately adjacent or diagonal to you is a man, AND that everyone immediately adjacent or diagonal to THEM is too. It's essentially the same situation.

(c) Booze. I don't like it, but I've learned that this works: if I have a glass or two of wine or champagne before going in to the dinner, it tramples my sometimes crippling shyness sufficiently and it lowers my inhibitions enough that I am willing to say the things that otherwise I would only think, because the thoughts are sometimes bold and inflexible. But bold and inflexible opinions get you noticed during a conversation, and ensure that not only do you have continual grist for conversation at dinners, people will remember you as having strong opinions. And often, it is strength of opinion that matters in academia, not correctness. And besides, the things that you're saying after a glass or two of wine are only things that you were thinking all along.

(d) Don't be afraid to introduce anecdotes about your kinds into the conversation, if they are germane. After all, even if you've engineered your seating so that you are the only woman amongst men, a goodly percentage of these men have children or grandchildren. If you break into the "anecdata from children" ground, you open up the ground for them to talk about their children, too, you signal that this is an acceptable line of conversation. No man is likely to do that amongst the company of other man, but you know what? Fathers and grandfathers like talking about their kids and grandkids too. They will be grateful to you for signalling that this is an acceptable topic of conversation.

(e) Pay attention to how often the server come by and top off your glass of wine. Know your limit is one glass per hour for no more than 4 hours straight, and if you downed that glass of champagne before the dinner started, recall that you implemented (c) and DRINK WATER. It fills the space between conversation just as well, and it gives others a chance to talk. Because it is very important to:

(f) Remember to give others the chance to talk. When you are the freak/star of your table, because your research is so unusual/because you are the woman and you have primed yourself to be able to talk to people that in any other circumstance you would find it incredibly difficult to talk to, remember that you are not the only one at the table that people will be interested in talking to. You do not need to carry the entire conversation the entire night. Others can shoulder the burden too.

Put on your mask. Play your part. Perform on stage dancing to the piper's tune. No one really believes that the academic conference dinner is anything other than a show, so know what your mask looks like put it on, and play the hell of your part.
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...more about my academic research, there's an interview of me up at 3:AM Magazine.
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I love this, I love this, I love this. [I have also been partaking of wine for the last 4 hours, so take this as you will.]

When I hang out with medievalists and go to medievalists conferences, I come away thinking “This is it. This is what I want to do. I want to be one of them. There are SO MANY fascinating topics to study. I want to devote my research career to them.” All other research projects or academic goals seem less important. Then, I got to spend a year doing undergraduate teaching – something I have been preparing myself to do for almost a decade and a half when I decided I wanted to go to graduate school in order to teach at university because high school kids just didn’t cut it. There have been many roadblocks, mostly due to mismatches of expectations, this last year at Durham – some of which I am still unsure whether I will eventually write about here or not; I am not sure if they are the sort of thing where it would be beneficial to do so or only stirring up frustrations; right now, I am not in an objective enough place to say – but even with all the complaints, all the rebellion, the pretty miserable reviews I got, I love teaching. When I have students in my office and I can get the lightbulb to turn on, I love it. When I have half a dozen or more quizzing me on this, that, the other thing, when it feels like I’m the one being examined instead of preparing them for their examination, I love it. It keeps me on my toes, it brings me to questions I’d never considered, and occasionally one of them says something that makes me realize all the work and effort is worth it, no matter how the others complain, these people get it and will remember this class (in a good way) for a long time to come. It is immensely satisfying, and in the last 6 months I have caught myself thinking “I’ve got the permanent job. Who cares about maintaining the research profile? If I can be an excellent teacher, then they’ll be perfectly happy with me.”

And then...and then I come to something like Dagstuhl, and I spend my days listening to, and talking to, the intersection of logic, philosophy, psychology, and computer science, when I find myself not only marked out as that weird person who knows about the history of logic (the quizzes I have gotten over meals and during coffee breaks have been both relentless and awesome) but also as someone who is a real logician and has something to say, and I cannot help but feel utterly at home. I have regained a sense of self this week that had been missing. The move to Durham, from a city that I loved and loved living in, and the resultant switch to a radically different academic trajectory from what I’d been used has been hard (I have a post brewing in response to something Nessa posted on FB awhile back, about what it is that constitutes my identity). This week has filled a lot of holes. I’ve hung out for logicians in close concentration for the first time since AiML in August – and there I only got to be there for one day of the conference before heading to Raglan and then to house hunting, so that hardly counted. I’ve wandered through silent gardens where there is nothing but me and my thoughts and there is no sense of hurry or immoderation. I can pace, slowly, and it is quiet. There is no one asking me why. There is no need to adult – no marking, no laundry, no grocery shopping, no house buying. Glumbunny posted recently about why would anyone ever want to leave home, leave all the things that make up home behind, and I laughed, because in this matter we are so different: Who wouldn’t want to leave behind the cares and chores of being an adult, and spend a week in a beautiful location where food is prepared and served for you without any work on your part, where there are cheese platters and wine in the evenings, where there is a freezer full of ice cream, where there are friends, where there are people who by now have know you for quite awhile, where there are people who are only beginning to know you but are learning they want to know you. I remember, some years back, when suddenly I realized that at some point along the way, sometime between high school and grad school, I became shy. I am recently feeling a sharp switch the other way, that somewhere along the way, I stopped being shy. I am in a context where I feel like I have a genuine contribution, that people have honest reasons for wanting to talk to me, that when I am sitting at a table with a bunch of middle aged men and a couple bottles of wine that this is where I belong. This week has been restorative to me in many respects, providing me a reprieve from daily life, giving me a beautiful garden and a castle ruin that I can wander at will, and then surrounding me with people who are genuinely fascinated by what I have to say. I brought William of Sherwood’s Introduction to Logic along with me in preparation for my talk in Prague in Sunday, and I have unexpectedly found that it has been apropos at so many moments during this week. It has been passed around, photographed, pored over, and enjoyed by so many people. It feels me with a small amount of glee to realize that all these people at this seminar had probably never considered the history of their subject to any great extent before, and now many of them have already been looking up how much used copies of Sherwood’s Introduction are on amazon. It is incredibly satisfying, because it feels like it justifies the organizer’s decision to invite me. That is how Dagstuhl seminars are – invitation only, and how I managed to warrant one in the first place I don’t know, because while there are certainly people here that I know, it is not the usual crowd that I am used to, so I was certainly not an automatic choice for the organizers, none of whom I’d known in any sort of significant capacity before this week. But after a night like tonight, after a week like this, I feel like whatever context I am invited in to, I can make good the organizer’s decision, to make them look back on my contribution and say “yes, it was a good idea to have her. She brought a lot of ideas that no one else would’ve had”.

It has been a good week (and it will be capped off by a weekend in Prague). I now need to cajole the internet access in my room long enough to get this posted, and then go to bed. We shall see...
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Sometimes, it's easier than others.

Back in November I found a CfP for a special issue of a journal on a topic that I don't currently work in but which I've always maintained an interest in -- it was actually what I wrote my original Ph.D. proposal on when I was first applying to grad school!: philosophy of fiction. The deadline was March 1, and in December I was going to be covering fictional discourse is Language & Mind. That topic ended up being so interesting, I changed the schedule so that we spent two weeks on it, instead of one as planned. I came away with a lot of ideas, and the sure knowledge that while I couldn't work on it over Christmas break, it was going to be first thing on the top of the priority queue when term started again.

And then Joel went to the US for two weeks, Gwen got sick, I started another paper with a student, student requests for lecture notes increased, Joel returned but continued to be working 70+ hours/week (TODAY. TODAY WILL BE THE LAST DAY.), I got sick, we got serious about looking for a house, and suddenly, the deadline was a week away. I'd know from basically the start what I'd wanted to say, and had written up two blog posts (1), (2) sketching out some of the ideas, but that was as far as things had gotten before they basically stalled. But I looked at my calendar at the beginning of this week and saw: Tuesday afternoon free, Wednesday morning free, plus part of the afternoon depending on how long a meeting went, Thursday afternoon free (assuming no one came to my office hours, which is a reasonable assumption), and ALL DAY FRIDAY free, a rarity which I treasure like gold. The paper is due tomorrow.

Nursery called at 12:30 Tuesday. Gwen had a fever of 39.8C. Took her home, dosed her with paracetemol, by evening she seemed much better, slept great all night long, No fever in the morning, she was perky and happy, so back to nursery she went.

I got out of my meeting Wednesday and they called about 5 min. later; her fever was back. Same story, it was gone by evening, she slept great, by morning was feeling fine. Thursday I taught a master's seminar in the morning, and then my usual Philosophical Logic lecture in the afternoon. In between, Joel let me know nursery called again...so I told him I'd cancel office hours and come home after lecture. We didn't even bother yesterday to take her to nursery, and, like clockwork, she spiked a fever around mid-morning -- and by evening, the snot faucet had turned on and she couldn't stop coughing. It was a rough night last night, for both of us. She was definitely still quite tired and not feeling the best this morning, but she'd been an invited to a birthday party and I knew if we didn't go she'd be devastated, so we went knowing that we could always leave early if necessary (and, as I rather expected, she perked up some when she saw the soft play play, and when she received a promise of ice cream after lunch).

When Gwen is home sick, all she wants is to cuddle up with me; I can usually placate her by playing videos in one corner of my monitor and working in the other 3/4, but the work I do is not very good, since Peppa Pig episodes last 5 min., so I have to stop every 5 min. to put a new one on. (We did managed to watch all of "The Sword in the Stone" one afternoon, that reduced some of the interruptions). I finally managed to bang out a draft. (I'm not even sure I would call it "rough") last night before bed. It is a few words shy of 4,500. The limit for the issue is 12,000. I had been hoping to hit 6,000.

Thank goodness for supportive friends who have nothing better to do on a Saturday morning than read other people's very messy writing, I sent it off to [livejournal.com profile] gothwalk and he was kind enough to say it was at least interesting. Tomorrow I will try to read it start to finish one more time and decide if there's any point in trying to submit it. (I probably will. I've long subscribed to the belief that the paper that DOESN'T get submitted will definitely NOT be published, but the one that is....) And in the meantime, placing those 4500 words on one side of the scale, and all the times I've lost my patience with Gwen for being sick (yesterday, convulsive sneezing resulted in mucus come out of orifices on both ends, which resulted in a lot of washing of underwear) in the other, on neither side do I measure up to the standard I want to meet.

But she'll be better eventually, and there'll always be other deadlines.
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I don't normally do long posts on FB, that's what this space is for, but increasingly there are far more people that I interact with regularly, esp. in an academic context, over on FB. Today, I wanted their opinions on the thought I had yesterday, so I wrote up and posted this:
...is pondering the idea of a class being "too hard".

This is a common complaint of students: "This class is too hard." There are, I think, a lot of things this can mean. It can mean:

* "It is harder than I want it to be."
* "It has more reading than I am used to."
* "It takes more of my time than I think it should."
* "It takes more of my time than my other classes do."
* "It presupposes material I haven't learned yet."
* "My teacher doesn't explain things well enough."
* "The material is contradictory."
* "I cannot devote the necessary time to it because I have a job/other classes that require too much time/family commitments/[insert other reason here]".

and probably a host of other things.

But what, really, would a class that's "too hard" be? One in which no matter how much time you put in, no matter how much extra reading (within a reasonable limit) you do, no matter how often you go to lecture or to the instructor(s)'s office hours, it is impossible to understand the material. A class which is taught solely in French when you have not had any French is probably legitimately "too hard", because no amount of reasonable extra reading you do is likely to put you into a position to understand the material; likewise, trying to do calc-based physics without calculus first is probably "too hard".

But "time-consuming", "has a lot of reading", "involves complicated concepts", etc.: are these reasonable explications of "too hard"?

I don't ever recall thinking, as an undergraduate, "This class is too hard". I recall thinking "This class is awfully hard", but the conclusion I drew from that was "I need to spend more time on it" or "I need to go visit my professor's office hours" (sometimes every week...) or "I need to find someone else in class who understands things better and ask for help." It never occurred to me to go to the teacher and say that the material was "too hard", because there was an assumption that someone who is teaching an undergraduate course has a reasonable idea of what undergraduates should be capable of, with sufficient time and diligence. This assumption is especially bolstered if there were people in the class who didn't find the course "too hard".

I guess I find it strange that in response to the thought "This class is very hard", some people's reactions are, instead of being "I must spend more time/effort on it", are "I must ask the teacher to make it easier."
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It's the last day of 2014, and I have utterly failed to keep the one and only New Year's Resolution I've ever made. (Nothing has changed since July).

On the other hand, I landed a permanent job. That's got to count for something.

--

Gwen's first experience going to church was the Sunday before Christmas when she and I went with my sister and her family. Afterwards, Joel asked her what church was like. Her reply? "I beed quiet".

Her second experience going to church was the following Saturday when we all went with his aunt and uncle and family, where they were going to have a blessing for their 50th anniversary. When Gwen was told where we were going, she turned to me and said "You must be quiet! Shhh!"

Because the service was right smack in the middle of supper/bed time, she was introduced to frootloops and given a bag of them to keep her placated. She saved some of them for eating later, but she never managed to learn the name of them. Thus, until tonight when she finally finished them off, she'd occasionally ask us for "my little things to eat" or "my crunchy things".
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Those who've been in higher academia for any period of time will be familiar with imposter syndrome -- and those who've read my journal for awhile may remember that I wrote about it back in March (even though I'd forgotten about that post until the title showed up in my browser's memory as I started typing the current one!) -- and the constant nagging feeling that you'll be found out as a fraud and excluded from the community you've fought so hard to enter. I spent most of my first year of grad school waiting for someone to take me aside and kindly tell me, "I'm sorry, we made a mistake when we admitted you to the program" (which given the back-and-forth surrounding my acceptance to the program didn't seem all that far-fetched to me). Everyone -- not just the professors, but all the other grad students too -- were so much smarter than me, always had insightful things to say in class, or questions to ask in seminars, while I sat dumbly in the background. I couldn't even console myself with the thought that it was just because they were senior grad students and I was just starting out, because the other four people in my year could do it too -- I was the only one of the five who'd gone straight to grad school after undergrad, they were all 5-10 years older than me, confident, smart, so much smarter than me.

Of course they didn't kick me out of the program, and as the years went on, and we moved to Amsterdam, and I specialized and really began to delve into my subject, some of the worry went away. I distinctly remember, my 2nd or maybe 3rd year in Amsterdam, sitting in on a philosophy of math class Benedikt was teaching, simply because I enjoyed the material and wasn't so deep in the throes of dissertation writing that I couldn't spare 2 hours a week. I didn't bother to do the readings, but still found lots of things to comment on, and suddenly, one day, I realized I had become what I had always feared. I was the senior grad student sitting in the back of the room who knows so much and had the smart comments and questions. I realized the master's students probably felt towards me as I felt years before, and that crystal of recognition, that piece of perspective has helped me quite a bit in the struggle with imposter syndrome since then, because it made me see how irrational it is from an outside perspective.

Of course, it never goes away. Every paper acceptance I get, every time I receive an invitation to speak at a conference, I always wonder if they really just don't understand my research and if they did they'd realize it wasn't worth publishing, wasn't worth inviting me to talk about -- even when continually I manage to get published in some of the foremost venues in my field(s), it seems like a big charade, and someday someone will figure me out.

The pervasiveness of this worry in the face of strong evidence that I have that in fact I DO actually know my field, quite well, and that I DO have interesting insights to share was thrown up in my face early last week, and that was when I realized something really quite strange: When it comes to another area of life, an area where I actually have had far less training and practice, and where the consequences of actually being an imposter, a fraud, or a screw-up are far more lasting and potentially far more damaging, imposter syndrome has almost never reared its head: Parenting.

It stopped me dead in my tracks: Why on earth is it that I have basically never questioned my judgement regarding raising Gwen? That I don't sit and wait for people to discover that I'm incompetent and take her away? I know I'm raising her well, I have no doubts whatsoever that I am an extremely competent parent. I see small evidence of this daily, and as she gets older and interacts with more people, large evidence in the form of people who don't know her (many of the people that were friends of friends at the feast yesterday expressed surprised upon hearing her age, given how self-posssessed and articulate she is). It's not that the doubts arise and I can deal with them in a rational way, but that for the most part, they just don't arise at all. There are a few grand-scale matters that I have faced where the question of "what decision that we make will be the best for Gwen" has seemed incredibly daunting, and the weightiness of how my actions can shape the course of her life and happiness sits fully on me, but I am not worried that we won't be able to determine if not the best option, an option which will not be harmful to her.

I wondered what the difference was, and one natural point of difference is that I have known her day in and day out since she first arrived: I have daily experience with her and being her mother, and thus feel more qualified than pretty much anyone in the world when it comes to her (it's the ultimate Ph.D. project, except that instead of taking 4 years to create it takes 9 months, and instead of being free and clear once the defense/labor is done, your work has only just begun). No one can expose me as a fraud because no one else knows this particular subject matter better than I do.

I don't know if there is any moral to draw here -- if I put as much work into my work as I do into Gwen, would I feel more comfortable in claiming the skills that I claim to have? Or is there an intrinsic difference between being an academic and being a parent such that imposter syndrome just doesn't arise for me regarding one even if it does the other? Or has it just not hit yet -- after all, it never bothered me while I was an undergrad, I was completely confident in my position of "one of the smartest, most talkative people in class". Maybe I just need to wait until I get to the "grad school" portion of being a parent. :)
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Rather late, because I spent most of last week in Amsterdam doing other things.

Submissions


Title


Submitted


Revision requested


Resubmitted


Accepted
"Logic and Semantic Theory in the High Middle Ages" 11 June 2013 invited book chapter
"Paul of Venice on a Puzzle About Uncertainty" 24 June 2013
"Sit Verum and Counterfactual Reasoning 13 August 2013 10 March 2014 2 April 2014
"The Logic of Categorematic and Syncategorematic Infinity" 14 January 2014 17 April 2014 16 May 2014
"Obligationes" (with Catarina Dutilh Novaes) 27 March 2014 28 March 2014 08 April 2014 15 April 2014
"Reasoning About Obligations in Obligationes: A Formal Approach" 08 April 2014 2 June 2014 19 May 2014
"Code-Switched Occupational and Descriptive Phrases in 15th-Century York: A Study of Medieval Bilingualism" 10 April 2014 10 June 2014
"Review of Marko Malink, Aristotle's Modal Syllogistic" 14 April 2014 11 June 2014
"Intuitionistic Provability and the Structuralist Account of Modal Operators" 21 May 2014 03 June 2014
"Dialectical Self-Refutation and Năgărjuna's Discussion in Six Points (ṣaṭkoṭiko vădaḥ)" (with Birgit Kellner) 26 June 2014

This month's paper only sort of counts. Birgit and I are co-writing it, and I got my part to a point last week where I can't do any more without her. It's close to being finished, but it's not actually finished; we hope to finish it by the end of July.

2014 Publications


Title


Publication info
"A Medieval Epistemic Puzzle" in Z. Christoff, P. Galeazzi, N. Giersimczuck, A. Marcoci, & S. Smets, LIRa Yearbook 2012, vol. 1 (Amsterdam: Institute for Logic, Language & Computation, 2014): 301-316.
"Medieval Destinations: Lumbini" Tournaments Illuminated 190 (2014): 33.

A happy moment this morning came when my copies of the LIRa Yearbook noted above were finally delivered.  Always fun to put your hands on a book(s) in which you are published.

And in other very cool news: late last night -- just as I was about to shut the computer down and go to bed, I got this email:


The ONOMA Editorial Board has had a bit of an e-mail discussion about your proposal, and everyone who has voiced their opinion has agreed that it is an excellent one. The theme of ONOMA 50, nominally 2015, is now set as "Medieval Multiculturalism: The Evidence from Names".


Whooo! Many thanks to [livejournal.com profile] badgersandjam, [livejournal.com profile] zmiya_san, and Nessa, my partners in crime for this endeavor. Very, very exciting.
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There's an eColloquium series on argumentation that happens every few months that I've been attending for awhile now. My first one was when I was invited to give a talk in it, and though it took a bit to get used to the wholly novel situation of given a presentation blind, with no audience feedback during the talk, I've warmed up to this style of presentation quite a bit. Every few months I get an early afternoon off, come home, curl up on the couch with a cup of tea (or wine!), cat, and some cookies or chocolate, and get to spend two hours participating in a field that I'm otherwise fringe enough on that I wouldn't seek out too many conferences that I'd have to travel to. Sometimes I have to leave half-way through to get Gwen, sometimes Joel is able to pick her up for me. The last one, Slinky spent most of her time on my lap, and a number of people commented (in the chat section of the conference) about her. Then, Gwen arrived, and I swapped her for the cat, and people remarked on how I changed my cat into a little girl. :) I loved sitting there with her on my lap, continuing to participate in the conference. This, I thought, was a pinacle in work/life balance.

The next installment just ended, and again, I had a bizarre interaction of different facets of my life. Joel said he could pick up Gwen, so I promised to take care of supper -- which means that at the half-way break, I picked up the laptop, webcam, and headphones and headed to the kitchen. Supper prep was pretty much just washing and chopping vegetables (we're having quesadillas), which I was able to do again while continuing to participate in the conference.

It was very weird. I felt so very domestic, and so very academic, all at the same time.
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Something that has gotten lost in the shuffle a bit what with all the other big things going on:

Friday afternoon the DFG met to decide which clusters of excellence they were going to (continue to) fund for the next 5 years. Even though the proposal I wrote with folks at Heidelberg had been extremely well reviewed, we simply had no idea what our chances were: The DFG could have decided that they were not going to fund any cluster that had received funding in the previous 5 years, which meant that no matter how good our reviews were, we were out of the running. The meeting was actually live-streamed on the internet, but we were en route from Geneva to Amsterdam and then to Helsinki, so I couldn't follow it (and it would've been in German too, so I'm not sure how interesting it would have been). We had a long enough layover at Schiphol that we had time to eat supper and then when we got to our gate, it was both absolutely deserted and outfitted with a priority boarding section involving moderately comfortable couches with outlets, so we settled in there so that we could have power for our laptops while we checked our emails and I had hopes of getting Gwen to nap before we boarded. There really are perks to having a baby when traveling, especially when traveling with a real airline like KLM (though even the budget airlines are more decent and human when you're traveling with a baby) -- even though we weren't business class or gold star or anything, I knew we wouldn't get in trouble encroaching on the priority boarding space in this fashion. Indeed, when Gwen fell asleep, the flight attendant doing check-in didn't even make us wake her up; she took our boarding passes and passports and checked us in without us having to move, which was very nice! That extra 30-40 minutes of sleep helped keep her from being too overtired, and meant that she fell asleep again as soon as we took off and slept until we landed, for which we were all very grateful.

Anyway, side-tracked. About 5 minutes before I was about to shut-down my computer so that we could get ready to board, an email came in, with the subject line: "Cluster extended". It was from Birgit, one of the co-applicants, and the person who originally brought me in on the project. She didn't have more info since she had to leave the meeting early due to being ill, and I haven't heard more from her yet, but that subject line was enough for there to be some jumping up and down and hugging. The details still all have to be sorted out, but it looks like we'll be moving to Heidelberg! Sometime this fall -- could be as early as September, could be around November (when the new 5-year period officially starts), could be closer towards the new year, allowing me to serve out the semester in Tilburg before leaving.

We're very excited.

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May. 1st, 2012 02:03 pm
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With our trip to Osnabrück last week, Gwen has now hit 5 countries in 5 months (lives in NL; went to Belgium en route to the US at 6 weeks; UK twice in March; then Germany). Between my planned academic traveling and my SCA travel, she'll continue this trend if not better -- next month we're going to Sweden; in June, Switzerland (academic) and then Finland (SCA); in July, perhaps Iceland (SCA); in August, Wales (SCA) and, hopefully, Denmark (academic). My September travel doesn't have any new countries on the itinerary, but I'm still not sure if she'll come with me to Canada in October.

Tarek and I talked quite a bit about academia vs. industry (since he's in cognitive science, industry is at least an option for him, whereas it isn't really for me). We talked about how Joel made his decision to opt for the latter, and that one of the things initially holding him back was the ability to research whatever he was interested in, rather than whatever the company needed. I suggested he use this as a bargaining chip; since Jon and Geoff wanted him to join them pretty badly, I suggested he get them to agree to some sort of system where every few years he can take a few months' sabbatical, just as he would as an academic.

Of course, the other big issue is money. There is no question that industry pays better...much better. But that only goes so far, and in trade for the money, you actually lose the benefit alluded to in my first paragraph: travel. As we commented to each other, jobs in industry are unlikely to pay for you to travel all over to conferences in exotic locations (oh, sure, they'll pay for some conferences...but they aren't going to be nearly as neat or as fun or as well-located as academic ones often are), and not mind if you then skip part of the reason why you're there, whereas at academic conferences, everyone mostly agrees that it's the coffee breaks, the social dinner, and the excursions where the real work get done. The talks are a useful side engagement, but they often are not the most beneficial part of a conference, so there's nothing lost by cherry-picking the ones you go to.

Every time I tally things up, I keep coming to the conclusion that I am doing exactly what I should be doing and that there isn't really a job out there better than this.

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