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Polyphiloprogenitive

1,115 words. Soon it will move beyond the blastocyst stage, and then it will become a sin not to finish it.

Oh my honey, honey,
Where’s the money, money?
You gotta sit in the chair,
You gotta fight that despair,
You’re a Golden Bear!

Pretty soon I will need to sit down with some prof or another and have some Straight Talk about where all this is going: i.e., when we give “placement” statistics for UCB grads, to what extent are we “placing” them in positions somewhat similar to the positions of those instructors whom they regularly encounter and who serve them as implicit models for the profession, with 2/2 or 2/1 course loads and scads of grad students to do the dirty work; and to what extent are we “placing” them in those secret positions no one likes to discuss with 4/5 course loads before the committee work, seventy percent of which is freshman comp, guaranteed to have them grading till three in the morning and thanking their lucky stars that at least their health plan covers 80% after the deductible? ‘Cuz those are jobs for saints, and I am a bitchy aging aesthete with a massive sense of entitlement.

So some numbers would help.

 

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