The remains of the day
The boundaries of my days have slipped somewhat over the years, so it is not uncommon to be up and working in the wee hours of the morning, then go back to bed for an hour after breakfast. This morning, however, I opted instead for second breakfast, which I ate at a food court franchise of the Billy Goat Tavern–immortalized on Saturday Night Live some decades ago.
Since my 2010 sabbatical year, however, I’ve gotten into the habit of working less on weekends and evenings, so it is a bit unusual that I take a few minutes tonight for this final blog post. What did I leave out of my reports of the day? Well, I had a Skype call with Teresa Dobson about three or four of the research projects we’re doing together. I went to the bank to see about cashing the little royalty cheque I received recently for my book, but since it is written in pounds the bank fees are worth nearly as much as the cheque, and the wait is almost a month. There has to be a better strategy.
Along the way, I also got an alarming message about a research proposal where I had dropped the ball on getting the budget planning done. I received draft papers from students and colleagues on agent-based modeling of an online resource-sharing system, a Wizard-of-Oz-style social media experiment, and a study of best practices for design management in small firms.
Some things I didn’t get done–a note to my co-PIs on a recent letter of intent, a note to my co-researchers on the speculative timelines project (and that’s a note that is long, long overdue), a note to a prospective PhD student, some literature review on cognitive artifacts, and reading some chapters by Lakoff on classification for tomorrow’s PhD seminar.
I did, however, get the chance to live another day in Chicago, and to be picked up after work by my sweetheart and her daughter, who stop by the school nearly every day to walk home with me.