>Quit With the Images!

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Recently, I wrote about my annoyance with people who include huge, slow-loading images into the body of their emails. Since that post, I have discovered that some folks take this irksome habit even further. We are at the end of the semester, and everybody’s Inboxes are filled with emails from students, colleagues and administrators. Many of those emails include important attachments that are huge in size. To give an example, my students are submitting their oral exams in .wav files that occupy a lot of space. If the Inbox overflows, the university will freeze my account, and it will take a while to unfreeze it and get my stuff back. Obviously, this is something we are all trying to avoid.
And, of course, this is precisely the moment that an inconsiderate colleague chooses to send an invitation to his talk in an email that consists of an unwieldy message with a set of useless but huge graphics in the body of the message. They take forever to load and clutter up the mailbox. I wouldn’t have blogged about something like this, of course, had it not been for the fact that this colleague immediately resent the same huge graphics-ridden email to everybody with a note that the indefinite article in line 4 from the bottom should be substituted with the definite article. And then he sent the whole thing once again to remind us of his event. And then he sent it once more. 
I really wonder if anybody will come to this colleague’s talk after such a show of disrespect from him.

>The Merry Misogynist by Colin Cotterill: A Review

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As I was walking around the Big Sleep bookstore in St. Louis, my eye caught the book cover that you can see in the picture. Of course, there was no way I could resist a mystery novel titled The Merry Misogynist that is set in the Communist Laos of the 1970ies so I immediately bought it. "That's a really good one," the store owner commented. Now that I have finished the book, I couldn't agree more.

This novel is part of Colin Cotterill series featuring a 73-year-old coroner Dr. Siri Paiboun and his intelligent and sexy bride, a 66-year-old Madame Daeng. The Merry Misogynist is an absolutely delightful gem of a mystery novel. I'm very glad I discovered this series and can't wait to read all the other Dr. Siri and Madame Daeng novels.

Many mystery writers – Agatha Christie – included have tried to create a series where a married couple would solve crimes together. Every such novel that I have read has been one huge flop. Colin Cotterill, however, managed to create a convincing, funny and endearing couple of amateur sleuths in his Dr. Siri and Madame Daeng. These characters are so memorable that they will, without a doubt, remain with you long after you are finished with the novel.

Another reason why this novel is worth checking out is that it gives you a very unique feel of the Communist Laos in the 70ies. Cotterill manages to offer a depiction of Laos in that era that is convincing and fascinating without turning into a history textbook. Of course, I know nothing of Laos in 1978 (which is when this novel takes place) but my experience of living in the Soviet Union makes me trust many of the details of a day-to-day life in a Communist country that Cotterill provides in The Merry Misogynist.

It is a rare mystery writer who knows how to write a funny and tender book that has at its core an investigation into the crimes of a brutal serial killer. Colin Cotterill, however, manages to do just that. Unlike many of today's mystery writers, he never succumbs to the temptation to become preachy or revel in depictions of gore.

Overall, I can say that I'm overjoyed to have found this great mystery series and recommend it highly to any lover of the genre.

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>A Funny Quote from The Merry Misogynist

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I'm reading a mystery novel set in Laos that is titled The Merry Misogynist. I will write a review as soon as I'm done but for now I just wanted to share a really great quote from the book. This excerpt refers to the education system in the Communist Laos of 1978. Or does it?

"So as not to disturb classes, or, as teacher Oum would have it, wake up the pupils, he switched off his motor and scooted along the driveway to the building that housed the chemistry department. He'd been in graveyards less silent. Education, it appeared, had given way to copying large tracts of text from a blackboard. It saved the vocal cords of the teachers and the brain matter of the children."
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>Left Bank Books

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After my recent trip to New York, I'm well stocked on theory and criticism books. However, the Left Bank Bookstore is such a landmark that I absolutely had to visit it.

Of course, it would be wrong to leave a bookstore without a purchase, so I got a used copy of Victoria Glendinning's biography of Anthony Trollope.

Small local bookstores need to be supported by customers because they run the risk of being pushed off the market by the giants like Amazon and Barnes & Noble. So if you ever find yourselves on Euclid St. in Saint Louis, make sure you visit both Big Sleep and Left Bank Books. Big Sleep has this great homey environment where the owner who has read most of the books he is selling is always ready to engage in a discussion of mystery fiction.

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>Big Sleep Bookstore

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The first stop of our trip is, of course, a bookstore. (And so will be the second stop). As you have probably guessed from the title, Big Sleep is a bookstore that specializes in mystery novels. It has a fantastic collection of international mystery novels in English translation (which are mostly unavailable on Kindle).

I got novels from Norway, Great Britain and Laos.

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>The Celebratory Weekend Begins

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We are in St. Louis for a three-day celebration of my Birthday. This is a view into the courtyard of the Union Station Mariott hotel. This is my favorite hotel ever because this is the hotel where we came on the day when we got married.

Over the weekend, I will be posting many pictures of St. Louis with my comments about everything we see. The purpose of this trip is finally to discover some of the good things about this city.

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>Brazil vs Mexico

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We watched a video in my Intermediate Spanish course where a football match between Mexico and Brazil was discussed.
“So are the characters in the video from Mexico or from Brazil?” I asked students.
There was a long pause.
“They are from Mexico,” I said. “Now, how do we know that?”
“Because if they were from Brazil, the uniforms would be yellow and blue and here they were green and white,” a student suggested.
“Because there was a guy in a huge hat in the background,” another student added.
“Because the priest said Mass, and people in Mexico are all Catholic,” was another response.
“And what language did the people in the video speak?” I asked, trying to take the discussion in a more productive direction.
“Spanish,” the students responded in unison.
“And in Brazil they speak…”
“Ohhhh. . .  that’s true,” they said.

>A Recipe for Revenge

>In a discussion on the Stupid Motivational Tricks blog, I found a great motivational statement that could serve as inspiration to all of us who had a difficult time in college, grad school or have been treated badly by colleagues or bosses:

Doing well is always the best revenge.

I find this statement to be very inspiring.

P.S. Come to think of it, this maxim can also be applied to taking revenge on horrible, mean ex-spouses and partners.

>Hair, Again

>The Biblical character I identify with the most is Samson. Not only can I tear a lion apart with my bare hands when I get angry, I'm also afraid of repeating Samson's fate of being captured by the Philistines and being put to boring, grinding labor.

There is something else I share with Samson, which is my faith in the almost magical powers of my hair. The idea of people approaching it with scissors terrifies me. This is why I haven't had it cut for exactly three years. A hairdresser can never be trusted not to snip away an extra inch, rendering me powerless as a result. The last time I visited a hairdresser, she disregarded every single instruction I gave her. I literally cried for days after I saw the result, even though everybody I knew was kind enough to pretend they didn't notice.

After three years of avoiding hairdressers my hair has become even wilder than usual. As the summer approaches, I realized that carrying around on my head, neck, and shoulders an equivalent of a warm blanket might not be a fantastic idea.

So today I called a neighboring salon to make an appointment. I spoke to the receptionist in such a tragic voice that had anybody overheard the conversation, they might have thought I was making an appointment at a funeral parlor. I'm going to the salon tomorrow at 9 but it seems at this point that I will not be able to fall asleep for a while tonight, or possibly at all. I hope not to have a panic attack in the salon tomorrow.

Life is hard for us, the Samsons of this world.

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>Netflix Helps Grading

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I’m beyond happy that Netflix now offers very cheap unlimited streaming of old videos. I have a humongous stack of papers to grade this weekend but it always feels like a complete waste of time just to grade and do nothing else. If I have the capacity to do two things at the same time, I have to use it.
So now I’m watching all seasons of Buffy from the beginning while grading. Buffy is perfect for inspiring one to tackle that scary pile of ungraded papers bravely.