{"id":10760,"date":"2013-08-29T22:47:30","date_gmt":"2013-08-30T02:47:30","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.unreality.net\/weblog\/?p=10760"},"modified":"2013-08-29T22:47:30","modified_gmt":"2013-08-30T02:47:30","slug":"thursday-39","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.unreality.net\/weblog\/?p=10760","title":{"rendered":"Thursday"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><a href=\"http:\/\/www.flickr.com\/photos\/81595350@N00\/9593389269\"><img decoding=\"async\" src=\"http:\/\/farm4.staticflickr.com\/3702\/9593389269_051494ee95_c.jpg\"><\/a><\/p>\n<p>When the best decision you make all day is to buy an orange and eat it at lunch, this suggests a number of possible things. One: all of the other decisions you&#8217;ve made that day have <i>not<\/i> been good. Two: you&#8217;ve made precious few decisions that day at all. Or three: it was an incredibly tasty orange.<\/p>\n<p>It was a good orange, which I decided to add to my turkey sandwich and soda on a last-minute whim. It&#8217;s not much, as far as whims go, but it was a nice grace note to my lunch, while I sat and listened to the audiobook of Stephen King&#8217;s <i>Wizard and Glass<\/i>.<\/p>\n<p>I <i>tried<\/i> making some other decisions. I wouldn&#8217;t call them &#8220;not good,&#8221; but they didn&#8217;t necessarily pan out:<\/p>\n<blockquote><p>Me: I&#8217;m not sure I want to attend this presentation next month&#8230;<br \/>\nCompany: Oh, but you should.<br \/>\nMe: Really? Well, okay&#8230;<br \/>\nCompany: But it&#8217;s full.<br \/>\nMe: Oh&#8230;<br \/>\nCompany: But hey, here, we&#8217;ve set up another session on a different day.<br \/>\nMe: I don&#8217;t know&#8230;that conflicts with a meeting I already have scheduled for that morning&#8230;<br \/>\nCompany: C&#8217;mon, everybody&#8217;s going! Don&#8217;t be left out!<br \/>\nMe: Well, since you put it that way&#8230; All right. So I just click this link here and &#8212;<br \/>\nCompany: Oh sorry. That session is full.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n<p>Yep. Its not critical that I go, but it did seem like it would be useful. I mean, I skipped having a day of telecommuting this week just so I could attend another presentation, so it&#8217;s not like I&#8217;m unwilling. <\/p>\n<p>I spent almost every other moment of the day working on a massive research report. It&#8217;s three hundred and twenty-something pages right now and counting, and it has consumed a lot of my time over the past couple of weeks. It&#8217;s partly my own fault for including so many instructors in the research &#8212; you ask thirty people nearly thirty questions each and you have to expect a lot of data to sift through &#8212; but I wanted as even a split between US and UK instructors as I could get. I <i>didn&#8217;t<\/i> quite get that, in part because this has been a lousy summer for getting reviewers to commit and then deliver their feedback. (That, or I&#8217;m just tangled in a string of bad luck.) But I&#8217;m fairly pleased with what I did pull together, and now I&#8217;m just trying to pull together some sense in it all, whereby I can make some active recommendations that will hopefully help us sell more copies of this one textbook and others in the same area.<\/p>\n<p>And finally, summer hours are over after this week. I liked having a half day on Friday &#8212; tomorrow&#8217;s the last one &#8212; but I&#8217;ll really be glad to get back to the old work schedule. Especially as we move into autumn and the sun starts setting a little earlier. It&#8217;s already started to happen, a little, although otherwise, weather-wise, we still seem stuck firmly in hot and humid summer.<\/p>\n<p>I think I just might be ready for fall, for long sleeves and jackets. August was a fast month, but not a great one, and I think it&#8217;s cured me of wanting an endless summer.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>When the best decision you make all day is to buy an orange and eat it at lunch, this suggests a number of possible things. One: all of the other decisions you&#8217;ve made that day have not been good. Two: you&#8217;ve made precious few decisions that day at all. 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