Klara put on my shower cap – which, I admit, is a tad garish and vulgar, but it’s a shower cap, I don’t wear it for public speaking occasions – and started walking around saying, “I’m clown. I’m funny. Look, mommy, I’m funny clown.”

And I’d been hoping that she’d wait to start criticizing my fashion choices until she’s at least 15.

I used to come to the office in my first year on the TT when I had no idea how to organize my time. I never had to do it since then but I started again this semester. I have a two-year-old, so the office is now the place where I go to rest. And grade. And work on my new book.

It’s good to be at the office. I did a mountain of work. But I’ll probably have to come back tomorrow because it’s the end of the academic year, and it’s hard-core.

The university has bought an enormous number of posters that say “Hate Has No Home Here” in English, Arabic, Hebrew, Chinese and Spanish and papered the campus with them. It makes a very bizarre impression, and as always, returns me to the same issue of the university paying the pathetic salary of $24,000 per year to the administrative personnel and exploiting them like there is no tomorrow while splurging on an enormous number of saccharine initiatives like this dumb poster. If you add up all this crap – the mellifluous posters, the Constantly Connected Citizens workshops, the diversity newsletters and seminars, the personnel brought in to teach the poor underpaid secretaries to put “Pronouns: she, her, hers” in their signature, etc – it comes up to quite a bit. I’d so much rather we took that money and, I don’t know, gave a one-time bonus to the janitors who have been really mistreated throughout the budget cuts and who are great hard-working people. 

Online education is an engine of racial inequality, argue Christopher Newfield and Cameron Sublett, and no good higher ed policy can be created ignoring that fact.

Hear, hear! It’s a great article and it’s based on good research. I have no doubt I will have many opportunities to use it in the future battles against our online-obsessed university president. When he says “our students don’t need professors in classrooms because our students are not like the kids at Harvard”, that’s a deeply racist and classist comment.

We are now offered workshops on how to teach the representatives of “Generation C”. Have you, folks, heard about it? Because that’s the first time I hear this term. It means “constantly connected citizens.” Nobody explains what it is they are constantly connected to or how the constant connectedness is linked to citizenship.

Of course, the university doesn’t have trouble finding money for this sort of crap. But there’s no money to buy my books for the library, even though students are asking all the time. I guess books is not what we want them to connect to.

Yes, I’m very grumpy.

The university is demanding that I provide my personal credit card statements in order to reimburse me for the trip to the MLA. Nobody else has to do this. Just me. I have provided all the paperwork we all normally do, but now all of a sudden it’s the credit card statement or no reimbursement.

Folks, am I being unreasonable in having a problem with turning over my private credit card statements to a state university? I feel it’s extremely intrusive and unfair because nobody else has been asked to do this ever, as far as I know.

I don’t consider myself to be a crazy libertarian chick but there’s got to be a limit to the state intrusion. Especially a selective state intrusion where some people get singled out for no discernible reason.

I’m looking for a new mystery  series to follow, and my searches have led me to two new writers.

One is William L. Myers who is a former lawyer and has started a new legal thriller series set in Philadelphia. I read his novel A Criminal Defense. The reading was not unenjoyable but I will not be picking up anything else by this author. The plotting is good but the writing is hideously bad, even for a genre that is not known for its great literary quality. The characters are tedious and have absolutely no depth, in spite of the author’s desperate attempts to make them look complex. The series is set in Philadelphia, which is an unfortunate choice for a series. I love Philadelphia, but it’s not the kind of a city that anybody wants to read about across 30 novels. Famous series are set in New Orleans, San Francisco, Baltimore, and LA because these are the kinds of places that give enough local color to make a series interesting.

Right after the Myers fiasco, I discovered a truly great series that I’m very happy to tell you about. Susie Steiner is a former Guardian journalist but she is not a bad writer. This week, I read both novels in her young series, and I liked them so much that I even postponed reading my new Elizabeth George for their sake. The first novel in the series is Missing, Presumed. The best thing about this novel is not the plot but the writing and the character development. Manon Bradshaw, the protagonist of this police procedural, is a much more interesting character than the ones that normally protagonize novels in this genre. For some reason, female sleuths are usually portrayed as collections of the worst stereotypes about men. They seem cognitively challenged in their utter incapacity to do anything outside of a burping, farting, emotionally undeveloped and physically gross stereotype.

Steiner is not afraid of showing a female character who is terrified of loneliness and who desperately tries to find a guy and construct a family, which at the age of 39 is not very easy to do. In the second novel in the series, Persons Unknown, we see the results of Manon’s efforts in this direction, and her painful efforts to mature. If you contrast the two novels, you can also observe the ways in which different social classes define the concept of a family. Steiner is one of those female authors who are terrified of their own literary talent, and write mysteries to mask it. As a result, the question of who killed whom and why fades in importance next to the fascinating characters and their experiences. If you are into that kind of thing, if you liked Barbara Vine when she was still alive, I highly recommend Steiner. Steiner is obviously from a very different generation, but the talent and the interest in people are there.

Turned on the TV and caught a segment in which a podiatrist is analyzing Trump’s son’s feet’s pictures from social media because they prove he slept with some scary looking broad.

It’s scary to realize that there are people in the world who are interested in this kind of news.

Becoming part of the leadership of my scholarly association was the best decision ever, folks. I have realized that I can’t do any direct self-promotion because it’s not in my nature. I can’t make myself send out mass emails informing people of my new book.

But I now have a much better method. As part of my duties, I send out personal emails to our members. And my signature contains links to my books.

“So you don’t like sales and prefer marketing instead,” said my sister. “Sales is about trying to foist on people something they don’t want. And marketing is giving them something they need while inadvertently slipping in what you want them to have.”

Facebook’s product is me, you, and every user. That’s what FB sells, OK?

Facebook places you in a store window and sells you. If you manage to sneak in a few of your own products to sell and make some profit, too, good for you. But the main goal of Facebook is to make Zuckerberg rich by peddling us. Nobody asks the products on a shelf their opinion on the customer and on the uses the customer would put them to, do they?