O internets how I have missed you.
There have been some, er, unanticipated connectivity difficulties in my ongoing move from Williamsburg, Massachusetts to Highland Falls, New York. Today, I was happily able to remedy some of those difficulties, and put the internets in a cardboard box.
That would be my DSL modem and my wireless base station and accompanying cables in the midst of my contractor’s sheetrock work. A good bit of sheetrock taping got done today, but not as much as I’d like.
It’s looking like a neck-and-neck race between the contractor getting the sheetrock up and taped and sanded and painted and the movers arriving with my household goods. The finish line is around noon on Friday.
The contractor showed me this weekend that he can hustle when he needs to. Which is a good thing, because Friday’s going to be one charlie foxtrot of a day if he doesn’t. And he knows it.
And that little slice of yellow wallpaper through the doorway is where I’m camping with my air mattress through all this. My 12 x 12 kitchen, complete with clock radio, laptop, and clothes hung in the pantry.
C’mon Friday.
Wow. That’s a little shocking. Is that a radiator? You know those things are a fire hazard.
C’mon Friday! 🙂
Adjustments are always difficult. Even when they go well.
I love the arched doorway.
PS sorry about my comment about the radiator. That was rude. I was just surprised to see it. Probably a geographical thing and all that.
Arched doorways are the best.
I want to know what the last word of your dissertation ended up being. Was it “value” as you’d hoped?
After two weeks of househunting, I can say that radiators are sandblasted back to their original beauty and used as “accents” in old houses. Where are the girls staying these days? Underfoot?
The girls have a cat-sitter in Massachusetts, and my attorney drops in from time to time to visit them, as well. As for radiators — y’know, sandblasting might be a neat thing to do. And they certainly come in handy in winter, since I have no other mode of heat. . . Though I do have no fewer than four arched doorways on the first floor of the house.
Clancy, the last two sentences: “There is no either/or choice between the economic valuations privileged by Gates and Berlin: rather, the nascent opening-up of economic understanding hinted at by Yochai Benkler and Lawrence Lessig represents a space of opportunity for composition practitioners and theorists; a space that in its inadequately understood nature offers immensely proliferative possibilities for the classroom. In that space constructed by today’s heterogeneous and individuated information economy, composition as a discipline has both an opportunity and an obligation to theorize our classroom practice and students’ classroom work in ways that more adequately account for their diverse economic value.”
So, yeah: big thanks to dhawhee for giving me the impulse to write towards that final word.
ahhhh … congratulations, long-lost Dr. Edwards. I feel your pain. We just got the kitchen sink in here after five months of doing dishes in the bathtub.
Well, when you get situated, visit me for news.
Looking forward to your “after” shots!
We’ve having our kitchen and two of three bathrooms worked on for three months now. I not only feel the pain of your remodel, I am living it as I type. Oh, for the day it’s done!