Train Your Replacement

There is this game that people play to remain sober about the fluid economy. They answer the question of how long it would take them to train their replacement. Imagine you are given a person who is a blank slate in whatever it is you do. How long do you need to get them to do what you do at work every day? But you can’t cheat. Imagine you put everything you’ve got into training them. The candidate is an 18-year-old high-school graduate who arrived from his native Tajikistan yesterday.

For what I do now, realistically it would take 20 years. You simply can’t do all the reading and the processing of the reading in less.

N is overqualified for his current job, so he says 6.

If the war we are currently waging on research, literature, and anything beyond language courses is successful, then if the candidate speaks Spanish, it would take me two months. If he does not, then 2 years.

I don’t know what else to say to persuade people that we are nuts for doing this (of our own free will, no less.)

History Repeats

Putin has been running around the world poisoning people for over a decade. Litvinenko was poisoned with polonium – polonium! – in the UK back in 2006. He died. Yuschenko was poisoned with an unidentified substance. He didn’t die but was disfigured.

This is a very old Soviet practice that started back in the late 1920s. The goal is intimidation. “We’ll find you wherever you go. There’s nowhere on the planet that we can’t reach,” is the message.

Sixty years ago, Solzhenitsyn wrote that the West will tolerate absolutely anything that the USSR dishes out because all it cares about is to be left in peace to continue consuming. He’s still right.

Wake Up, UK!

Instead of making ridiculous speeches and expressing embarrassing grave concerns, Theresa May should respond to Putin’s actions with deportations. Enough of this empty bluster! Enough of the ridiculous “we give Russia 24 hours to explain!” that Russians are openly laughing about.

The crucial, tragic mistake of one UK government after another was to welcome all of these interminable processions of bandits and gangsters from Russia. The only real sanction that the UK can impose on Russia is to return all of the children, wives, mistresses, and whores of the Russian government officials and oligarchs back to Russia. All of these so-called “business visas” that the UK has been selling to every dirty criminal bastard in the world for half a million need to be revoked.

Putin’s people are running around London poisoning people. Have done so for years. When will the UK government finally put an end to this?

Unsustainable

I had to switch to my husband’s health insurance last year because I was getting no coverage at work during the budget crisis. While I could tolerate this situation for myself, I couldn’t allow my infant daughter to spend even a day uncovered.

My husband’s insurance is a lot worse than the one I had through the state of Illinois. It’s 3 times more expensive and the deductibles for everything are sky-high.

I have finally understood the reason for Illinois’s constant budget troubles. With pensions that even their recipients are saying are ridiculously generous* and these unparalleled health benefits, no wonder the state is sinking. The system seems engineered to make people hate state workers.

Of course, I’m not going back on the state insurance because it’s very clear to me that the whole thing is unsustainable. And I don’t want to be anywhere near it when it all collapses like it almost did a year ago.

*It’s hard to explain why anybody should be able to retire on a full pension at 55 after working in a very non-life-threatening job. It’s even harder to explain why anybody’s taxes should cover this sort of indulgence.

Nobody Cares About Reality

It’s like people are inhabiting a different universe. Pompeo has always been a lot more anti-Putin than Tillerson. How anybody can arrive at a conclusion that removing Tillerson in favor of Pompeo is some sort of a gift to Putin is a mystery.

The moment Trump does anything pro-Putin (and anti-Ukrainian because it’s the same thing), I’ll be howling like a banshee. I’m very ready to howl because I’m just in that sort of mood. I just need a reason. Or even a little excuse.

How Everybody Lives

I’m sure by now everybody has read the hilarious piece in the NYTimes about the rich guy who has consumed no news for a year. The funny thing in the article is the idiot reporter who seems completely unaware that this is how most people live. And good for them.

The protagonist of the article is an idiot because he’s a huge drama queen and is making a nuisance of himself to others. But there are many folks I know who have zero interest in the media ridiculousness, and I think they are right. I have quit watching TV news, and I’m skipping on online news more and more because there’s rarely anything but dumb, pompous posturing.

Another Special Snowflake

As it turned out,(almost) no one abandoned me because of my loss of faith in graduate study. Instead, my relational terror was replaced by an existential terror as I realized that all of those specialized topics we study so deeply for so long in graduate school are — for the most part — of zero interest to anyone else.

Maybe because you aren’t any good at it.

I’m so tired of all this hand-wringing about how nobody cares about our research or reads what we publish. It’s not in the least true. When I was writing my first book, I was taking a lot of Greyhound buses. And on a 38-hour trip you end up striking tons of conversations whether you want it or not. People always asked me what I did, and we had great conversations about it.

All that you need to get your research out to people is to stop thinking that you are such a special cookie whose profound ideas are inaccessible to the hoi polloi. Maybe the problem lies with the delivery and not with the audience.

Quitting graduate school is an entirely valid and wonderful life choice. Just like not quitting graduate school. And most people I know who made it know how to do it without shitting all over alternative choices. And hey, this isn’t even the worst quote I’ve chosen. It gets a lot worse later on in the essay.