Here's the video that was supposed to be displayed on yesterday's Announcement. It was featured in Slate November 2013 called "Universal Word: "`Huh?' an Expression Everyone Understands, No Matter the Language"
Here are some other helpful and free sites:
Although I have not been posting entries in this blog on a regular basis in the last few years, more like randomly, I have decided that every year I'll declare a certain topic as a theme and have the posts follow that theme throughout the year. The idea came to me partly because I've been slow to get my WW Writing Services webpage back into operation or the Wendy Warren Austin professional/scholarly web page barely more than online either. Meanwhile, as I am hard at work re-learning the ropes of online teaching for the College of Online and Continuing Education (COCE) at Southern New Hampshire University, I will put this permanent virtual space (an oxymoron?) to work for both me and my students. But then I remembered -- "IdeaWarehouse" will save me!
So, in the vein of Mignon Fogarty's Grammar Girl, Sarah Belliston's Grammarist, and dozens of other good blogs about writing, grammar, and style, I hereby declare this blog: XXX IdeaWarehouse--haven't figured out the official re-titling yet.
My first order of business is to start a Blogroll of these venerable writers' links and then to continue adding to it as I find more. Their domain covers both scholarly and popular writing, since I plan to do the same as well, and my background is in both areas.
- Grammar Girl: Quick and Dirty Tips for Writing, by Mignon Fogarty
- Grammarist, by Sarah Belliston
- Language Log, begun by Mark Liberman and Geoffrey Pullum
- The Tongue, Untied, developed by Kellee Weinhold
- Grammarphobia, by Patricia T. O’Conner and Stewart Kellerman
- After Deadline, sponsored by the New York Times
- The Word Blog, by Heather Martin (Word of caution to my students: she's Canadian, and there's a difference between Canadian and/or British English vs American English)
Consider this a work in progress . . .
Currently working for SNHU as an instructor of Composition II and Business Communication (April through June) and loving it! I don't have time at the moment to keep up with my WW Writing and Editing Services website, my Thumbtack or oDesk requests for work or this blog! I'll be back, I hope, in a few months! I am super impressed with SNHU's rigorous and unique program.
Ever since I was a little kid, I've felt the month of December was magical. I was very fortunate to grow up in a happy, intact family. Granted, we were not storybook-happy/Disneyland/idyllically happy, but normal happy, with all the brother/sister fights and imperfections that most families have. As the next to youngest child of five, all of us spread out in age by an average of four years apiece, we had developed traditions already that I was eager to participate in as soon as I could. We'd go with Dad to pick out our Christmas tree, help him get it all set up, get the Christmas tree ornaments out of storage, decorate it with that silvery tinsel that no one uses anymore. (Was that a fire hazard or something?) I know that many people didn't use it even then because their pets might eat it, but we didn't have a dog or cat. In the earlier years, we re-used the tinsel over and over again, but eventually, as manufacturers came out with more flimsy tinsel at lower prices, we'd break down and get a new package or two every year. The lights on the tree had to be strung first before we'd do all that of course, but with Dad an engineer, he always had a certain plan about how to put them on the tree.
Also, in early December in our town, the local firehouse would host an event where Santa Claus would ride in on one of the trucks and give out little treats to the kids, if I remember correctly. And I don't, actually; it's all a little fuzzy, but with a warm shiny glow around it, as if were in a snow globe in my memory. Makes sense, though, because it was always snowing when that happened, and it was always dark outside. Like it still is now, everywhere you go in December, you see colored lights, decorations, and hear cheery, familiar songs playing on the loudspeakers.
And the anticipation! That was the most fabulous part about this season! I couldn't wait until Christmas morning when I could finally open presents and see what I got from Santa and everyone else. I always liked wrapping presents and not that many others in my family loved it, so I quickly capitalized on this disparity by setting up our only card table and commandeering all the wrapping paper, ribbons, bows, tags, and the scotch tape and scissors and promptly began to charge everyone for my gift-wrapping services! The bonus was that I got to see some presents before everyone else did! As a generally selfish person at heart, I had a hard time myself giving others things and paying for it with my own hard-earned allowance (or gift-wrapping earnings). I remember one time when I bought this neat $10 pinball game for my older brother that you had to set on the floor with the top of it tilted off the floor about 2 inches, just like the big machines are slanted upwards. With shiny steel balls that rolled easily into the launching spot, numerous flippers on the sides to open or shut trap doors and whack the balls in a different direction on their way down, the machine had flickering lights and a cool headboard at the top end that featured the game's context. After buying it, I had taken off the annoyingly alluring cellophane and hid it under my bed where I'd take it out at night or in the evenings when my brother would be gone and play it to my heart's content, on the self-delusional pretext that I was "testing" the present first to make sure it worked right before I gave it to him. I didn't want to give him a defective present. No, sir!
Then, possibly because I had been observing him a bit more judgmentally since I'd gotten the tantalizing present, he must have done something that made me decide he didn't deserve to have this magnificent thing bestowed upon his unworthiness. So the day before Christmas, I marched down to the corner drugstore and bought a couple 15-cent comic books to give to him instead. I think I eventually showed him the pinball game, but probably not before I broke it by playing it too much. Come to think of it, maybe that's what made me go get the comic books. Hmm....can't quite recall. Well, at least that wasn't as bad (probably worse, actually) as what my younger brother (who was too young for an allowance still and thus had no money of his own) gave the same brother: he swiped one of David's baseballs and wrapped it up for him and put it under the tree! Even though David and I had a hearty laugh at Scott's gift, his present to David certainly had much more tenderness and love behind it than my pathetically stingy offering.
Despite how Pollyanna this sounds, I still feel the holiday season is supercharged with magic and specialness, even though nothing that is most special about it involves wrapped presents or how much a person spends.
It's now two weeks into September, and college and university classes are in full swing already. Some may have yet to start, but the biggest back-to-school wave has already crested. It might not be until the end of the month until students and professors and institutions FEEL like they're in a routine, and most of the welcome parties have taken place, but within a few days, we'll hit the mid-September mark. If you're not ready for everything, you may get left behind or never feel caught up until next year's (or semester's or term's) opening days! So--what techie equipment do you need? One column I always enjoy reading is ProfHacker from the Chronicle of Higher Education.
- OneNote or EverNote. If you take a few minutes to master this notetaking app, it’ll pay back dividends to you the entire semester. Check out these tips:The Digital Professor: "How to Use Evernote for Everything; and Lifehacker: "Faceoff--Onenote-vs-Evernote".
- Back-to-School Tote or Messenger Bag (for Professors). Save your shoulders from future rotator cuff surgery—take my word for it! Try something along these lines:
- Cell Phone chargers or power packs you can live with. Every single time I NEED my cell phone, it hasn’t been charged properly. If you say this to yourself all the time, too, Get into the habit NOW of charging your cell phone every night! But for those times when you slip, perhaps succumbing to the welcome blankets of blissful sleep after grading one too many papers, here are a few power pack options to stow in your desk and/or messenger bag:
- Cleaned-out and Re-Organized Bookmark or Favorites List on Your Browser—Enough Said?
- A lined “record” book that you keep in your desk drawer but take home with you at night and write in EVERY SINGLE DAY you work and ESPECIALLY when you interact with others in your office, dept., campus quad, or classroom. You need to keep track of the things that happen on a day-to-day basis. This will make you more aware of the wasted time you spent shooting the breeze with Professor Talksalot and capture the accuracy of who said what to whom that may or may not come in handy to know somewhere down the line when or if department factions start causing problems.
- A lunch keeper—even better, a mini-frig a microwave. You have to eat. And it is better to eat healthier things than vending machine pretzels and soda. These lunch keepers will save you loads of time walking back and forth to get something to eat between classes, save you money by allowing you to eat the leftovers that you end up throwing out anyway and not shelling it out for drive-through fast food or overpriced, trendy bistro food. But, for heaven’s sake, don’t bring your most smelly dishes! Even if you love, love, LOVE this pungent curry dish you discovered on your last trip abroad, others won’t appreciate having your nasty lunch vapors wafting through the halls for hours on end. If the main department office does not have a refrigerator or microwave, spring for whatever you need to outfit your office most conveniently. It’ll save you money and time in the long run.
- Lightweight headphones (not those little earplugs that you can’t see). JetBlue sells flexible but workable headphones for $3 apiece.
You don’t need these for the obvious reason of listening to music privately; instead you will be using these (or at least have them handy in your drawer) for a rop—to slip on whenever you hear someone coming down the hall when you don’t feel like getting drawn into an endless gossip cycle or pointlessly rehash department politics. Wearing these will indicate that you’re listening to music, a lecture, podcast, whatever, but it sends the sign that you’re BUSY! This way Professor Talksalot will keep walking past your open door, and you can keep on grading or reading without having to shut your office door completely.
- A glass bowl or apothecary jar filled with Hershey’s Kisses or Dove Dark Chocolate squares, hard candy, peppermints, root beer barrels, or lollipops---One caveat (learned from embarrassing experience) DO NOT accidentally sit on the chocolate candy! The candy or chocolate is there to make others feel welcome, serving the opposite effect of the headphones.
- A writing plan chart with visual measures Just like you kept yourself motivated when you wrote your dissertation, you need—even more now than before!—a visual indicator of how much scholarly work you are doing. If you mark down how many pages you write or how much time you spend researching for work you’re currently doing, perhaps with a bar graph or a milestone chart. Keeping that visual reminder handy will continue to encourage you when your motivation is flagging, and remind you to stay on track.
- A subscription to your favorite humor column/comic strip(light humor, not sarcasm)—So you can keep your sense of humor every day.
This is the beginning of a new era--at least for IdeaWarehouse! Here I am in Boston, one of the most concentrated capitals of higher education, and for a long time I have identified myself as an academic, though it took me a long time at the beginning to really feel like I was, and it's the first day of classes either today, yesterday, or a week from today. Yet this is the longest time (since I was 14) that I have ever been without a full-time job. So it's time to re-invent myself (btw, does that require a hyphen or no hyphen?--I wonder what Grammar Girl would say?). I need to OWN my job as a writer and writing consultant.
Long before I established WW Writing Services as my own writing consultant company, I was doing free-lance jobs in writing and editing. I edited Dr. Dan Shelley's book for K-12 educators on using computers, way back near the time the WWW was being invented (makes me feel like I am from the stone-age era). Then I helped another professor with a master's thesis, which in fact, needed a complete overhaul. Unfortunately, this person must have thought I was doing it just to be nice or because I wanted to be friends or something, but I never got paid! Somehow we got our wires crossed, and I'm sure I could have done something more to have gotten the money, but it was a touchy situation because we had both started working at this college at about the same time, and I had to continue working with this professor throughout the years, so I sucked it up and decided never to make that mistake again (have someone mistake my hard hours of work for "just being nice" and trying to "be friends," especially when there were never any more overtures of friendship being extended after that.)
Then I had several other miscellaneous projects--for which I always got paid, but the totals never amounted to anything more than extra clothes money, which I always welcome. When I was living in Slippery Rock and commuting 70 miles to Edinboro, I ended up purchasing my own paper for handuts and syllabi, file folders, and any office supplies I used at home, since I did so much there, rather than at the office. So, since Staples delivers for free to businesses, I decided to become WW Writing Services. Ahh, how I miss my spacious office! ....Okay, I won't go there! I DO have own room within our condo that IS my office still. It's all mine, even though it moonlights as a guest room when people visit. If I didn't have a ROOM OF MY OWN, I'd go crazy, I think. Here in my "Office"--the official home of WW Writing Services, I crank out my projects:
- MindEdge, Inc., Learning Modules
- Touchdown Media's 2013 South Asian Spelling Bee Pronouncer's Guide
- Dennis Hart's Bahamaian dialogue recommendations
- my owngoing article on ADD and tutoring in the writing center
- the revision of my plagiarism book into an OpenSource writing text
- the part-time work I did with Story Workbench for MIT's Dr. Mark Finlayson
- my children's book, The Two Fuddles
- my article on first-year composition and public intellectuals
- three other projects that I'll just call "When You Turn 16" and "Norman's Cay" and "Indiana"
The 1st 3 projects are the most official WW Writing Services projects, while the others are personal writing projects or academic ones, focused on first-year composition and writing center pedagogy. I plan to keep plenty busy and expect to post on this blog at least once a week (usually between Sunday and Tuesday) from now on.
The weather in this city (metro area, really) of many colleges is giving everyone that fresh taste of fall, the scent of cool, brisk air that hints of back-to-school supplies and new beginnings. Yet no one really wants to leave the beaches, either. . . .
Until recently, I've never been one to bellyache about getting older (I don't think), but it's hit me all at once in the last year or so. I find myself pinching my chubby cheeks that are all too quickly looking more like jowls and trying to calculate how many years I need to save a few bucks to afford that Lifestyle Lift I keep hearing about. In my earlier years, I was used to casually flirtatious smiles from men, not that I was a terrific "looker," but lately I've noticed that I've become completely invisible. It's not fair that this happens to so many women. I am heartened by those who simply AREN'T invisible EVER! Some women, like my wonderful sister, just look better every year, and glow from the inside out. I dedicate this post to all of you like her who inspire me and many others. And since I am more of a clotheshorse--ugh, not a flattering phrase--than is good for me, I'll get some of my shopping itch out of my system by posting a list of cool blogs that feature interesting fashion and accessories and general tips and inspiration for women over 30, 40, 50, or older!
The Life of the Mind:
"We’re very sorry, but academia will likely always include the teaching, committee meetings, shared governance, fights about office space, funding problems, and advising that get between us and the Great Thoughts. . . .The flip of this is also misery-inducing: That everything beyond the boundaries of the Ivory Tower is an intellectual wasteland full of busy work and ethically suspect agendas. In this story no one reads, public intellectualism is dead, and everyone is simply putting in their time until retirement. "--from
Good points all! Don't I know that my daily grind consisted of committee meeting after committee meeting, concern about whether courses would "make" or someone wouldn't get the short summer course they needed to fund their family vacation to Disneyworld or something. I actually didn't mind the committee meetings all that much when they were chaired by people who got in, kept the politics and feelings out of the discussion, and got us out in time for our next class or office hours. One thing that always got me, though, was how petty some of the in-fighting was, and how insecure some of the "excellent scholars" were. Got to see misogyny up close and personal more than a few times, but also saw how easily rumors were started and spread, many completely false, but some more true than the institution could ever admit.
The students are what kept me feeling so young, though. I enjoyed my interaction with them so much. Despite the fact that I got older and older, while they all stayed approximately the same age, I liked how they taught me so much about what was cool to say now, what was not, even if I never picked it up. When my own son and stepchildren were college age, it was interesting to see their world from other students' eyes.
But back to the "Life of the Mind:" I would like to think that I conveyed the possibility to them that EVERYWHERE in the work world, not just in college, the life of the mind is valued. One of my favorite theme-centered writing courses that I taught was the one on "public intellectuals." The most interesting phenomenon that I encountered was that, for about two thirds of the students, that phrase didn't completely register in the sense that I wanted it to. Instead, they would replace in their mind the idea of "someone to look up to," "today's heroes," or "inspiring adult role models." The idea of public intellectualism was lost on them. And yet, I learned a lot myself about some pretty amazing people. I still have the research material for the knowledge and insights I gained and the web pages they made on each person and want to translate it all into a paper still someday.
ARTICLE #1 in progress: Public Intellectualism and First-Year Writing Courses.