Author Archives: fustianist

Well, after a major effort on Thursday, I felt a bit tuckered out on Friday.  Time at the gym, teaching, and a number of student conferences left me with nothing but a desire to sleep when I got home that … Continue reading →

Well, I stuck to my page-an-hour goal and threw down 17 pages of my paper yesterday: some pages very good, some very bad, and some thankful to be in the middle.  I will be taking my second (and final) look … Continue reading →

Our house has been an interesting place as of late. Sydney and I have taken turns being bitten by the “outdoors” bug, usually when the other has a terribly pressing academic responsibility that requires one to be tied to a … Continue reading →

This evening Sydney and I went out.  We met up after our classes, had dinner at Moosewood, the famous Ithaca vegetarian restaurant (and source for some great cookbooks!), and then attended a visiting company’s performance of The Tempest at our … Continue reading →

I noticed some flowers that I didn’t recognize coming up in the woods the other day: Anyone recognize what it is? I think I know by now, but confirmation never hurt anyone. Sydney

Here’s what I’ve been working on for the last few days: Notice the one lonely flat of peppers. With any luck, tomatoes and other things should be joining them soon. Sydney

Does duct tape melt in hot attics?

. . . Ithaca got up to 85 degrees.  And sunny.  With a slight breeze. So it’s been a barefoot, sunkissed, hammock-filled day.  But not exactly idle.  Sydney started building a cold frame on our front lawn, and I hauled … Continue reading →

I attended my department’s annual “placement meeting” today, for those who are curious about or who will be going on the job market in the fall.  I’m not applying until next year, but it’s good to know what I have … Continue reading →

This afternoon, a beautiful, 72-degree sunny day in Ithaca, I took the car in for a checkup.  On my way back, the thought of my car rusting away from six months of salt-covered roads made me stop at a car … Continue reading →