Saturday, October 21, 2006

Update on the Bulge

Sadly, the bulge (see last post) is gone. Dr. Undercomb is again safe from disaster. However, he remains boring and patronizing.

A subject matter I don't enjoy with a instructor I barely respect, yet I have learnt a great deal more than has been taught.

Firstly, I know why I hate the material. Berkley's basic premises are faulty - he makes assumptions on the human mind based on his own limited psychological experiences. He is also internally inconsistent in how he applies his theories. But that's okay, he's dead now.

Secondly, I am learning how not to teach a class. Even if I never go into teaching, I have learnt that it is important that if you do not enjoy what you are teaching, you should prepare better than you would for a subject that interests you. That way, you won't loose the respect of the students who have been forced (it's a required class) to endure you.

Wednesday, October 18, 2006

Yes I'm Back and talking about The Unexciting Dr. Undercomb.

In the classroom where I listen to Dr. Undercomb prattle on indecisively about dead philosophers, there is the potential for much amusement. At least, that is, much amusement on my part.

On the first day of classes, I noticed that towards the front of the room, directly over where a lecturer might stand, there was a water spot on the ceiling. The following week, I noticed that it was slightly larger than I remembered it. I set out to discover from where it came and deduced that the most likely source of the moisture was from the toilets directly above it -- perhaps originating from a small leak or spill. This ceiling spot grew larger as time progressed.

Upon return from my adventures, which don’t need explaining at this juncture, I observed a substantial increase in the ‘ceiling spot’. It currently consists of two thirds of a ceiling tile and bulges downwards approximately one and a half feet. Needless to say, something’s gonna give.

My hope is that it will give at the right moment. Perhaps it will burst while Dr. Undercomb stands beneath, or perhaps beside, the deluge. It will be all I can do not to laugh. His reputation is everything to this man, he identifies with his written works and constantly displays the value of his ideas in such a way to make all around him seem small and unimportant. He is patronizing, and I would not be sad to see Dr. Undercomb doused with toilet water from above.

Monday, October 02, 2006

British Yarn

Hello from England.

This shall be a quick post from across the pond. I'm here in Stratford-upon-avon, and have been travelling in the midlands for almost two weeks now. It is lovely here, but busy as well. I've been to Suffolk, Oxford, Coventry, Bath, Warwick, Stratford-Upon-Avon, and will soon be flying home again. But the one thing I can tell you is that British Yarn Shops Suck! All I can find thus far is cheep old acrelic yarn that I can buy anywhere in Canada. It makes me sad.

I'll be home soon, lots of photos on their way.

'Till then, your blooger, E'Bert