Saturday, December 23, 2023

Coworker interactions (1 of 2): Language.

For years now I've greeted people in (English) with a phrase like "Happy Monday!", just using whatever day of the week it is, and with my (Guatemalan) coworkers at the one (Thai) restaurant where I work now, I've been doing that some, only in (Spanish), which as an added bonus helps me practice the names of the days of the week.

And, believe it or not, my one (shorter) (younger) (female) (Guatemalan) coworker has recently begun saying that greeting of mine back to me in (English), and is trying to learn and remember the names of the days through it, too!

It's like she's retrotranslating back into the original language that the whole thing started in.

To encourage her -- she and some others want to know more (English) -- I told her about Duolingo and told her that it's free and that it's just a few minutes a day and it can teach her everyday phrases and stuff like the days of the week and numbers, and she seemed really interested.

And, I showed her my profile on there to show her how the app name is spelled and what it looks like, and she got very excited when she saw that you make a cartoon avatar that looks like yourself.

Hey, whatever works.

Friday, December 22, 2023

Addendum.

 After George Santos got thrown out of the U.S. House, the one (gay) (Brazilian) visiting student in (STEM) who I know immediately emailed me that he saw the news, and he wrote something like, "I guess he will have to buy his own OnlyFans now."

And I wrote back and said something like, "No, now he has no money, and he will have to **start** an OnlyFans account!"

And, I mentioned something about how he could dress up in drag for it.

And, he replied back and said that's a good idea, because Americans love fetish and he will make a lot of money.

. . .

(**That's** his go-to stereotype about Americans?!)

Thursday, December 21, 2023

On American sexual tastes.

That one (gay) (Brazilian) visiting student in STEM was saying that in (Brazil) there's a certain amount of men who like men in women's clothes, but it's not a thing thing, whereas in the U.S., with some guys it's their THING and they go wild about it, in a way that just doesn't happen in Brazil.

So, at least for the time being, his perspective is that the U.S. has a fetish culture in a way that Brazil doesn't.

He was also telling me that he bought a bra and stockings to make pictures to meet those type of men on a certain "gay dating app," and when he sent them a picture of him wearing that, they went wild, and it's like you just couldn't keep them away.

"Yeah baby, you are so hot, I want to f*ck you," he was like, imitating in a voice what they had written him on that certain "gay dating app."

"And they had such huge d*cks," he was like.

Wednesday, December 20, 2023

Snippery from institutional academia.

I'm noticing that I'm getting more snubs and snippery from institutional academia, and am treated even more dismissively than when I was a graduate student, even though I'm doing more and better work now.

(Maybe at that point in your life-cycle there's an understanding that you **might** become someone, so people are nice to you, whereas there's no such expectation now, so people feel more free to treat you like you're nobody.)

Like, I had 3 major areas I was dipping my toes in this fall:

1) There was this one major one that I really wanted, where I'd get paid to live in the EU for a time and complete a major project. And, even though I had good emails with the one PI and he loved my project -- as did a prof from the local university in town who I had coffee with, who said it was interesting and he hadn't seen anything on it, and about which I wrote to an Ivy professor who I knew from years ago, where he was also interested and hadn't seen anything, and I could tell he ended up googling me afterwards because he seemed a bit offput and confused in his email that I somehow don't have a position somewhere, given my ability to put my finger on that major topic and gap! -- and, even though me and that PI had ballparked which 2 cycles of applicants that I might fit into, and he said to write a CV from scratch because I don't have one and to include my popular writing, as soon as I did that, radio silence, and when I sent a follow-up email, a cold email with no mention of the next cycle or anything, just *totally* different from the emails we had exchanged.

(Some institutional academics can hate anything fun, so if you not only write something popular but make it fun and it's on a quirky topic, it instantly makes them draw back and resent you, or worry how it might be judged by the small-minded people that they're around. I tried to minimize that, but on some level, what can you do, that's where you've been putting your energy, and enough of it is academic that you have to include at least some of it.)

2) Another major one I wanted, where this field-shifting project that I was preparing anyways and was SUPER sexy and accessible happened to fit into a call for proposals that would get me a free flight and hotel on an international trip that I could maybe have extended and taken a vacation around, I wrote and submitted, and the organizer assured me that proposals were considered on "merit" and that proposals from independent scholars would be fully considered, but then later it's turned down and there's this smarmy email about the number of proposals (okay, fine) and a wish for "continued success" (f*ck you, Mr. Tone Deaf), and then later later on a professional listhost the final conference line-up comes out...

And, my proposal is as least as good as the top half, and better than the bottom half, but the thing to note is that it's all scholars with current institutional affiliations.

(Isn't it refreshing to note how "merit" perfectly aligns with the people who got those jobs? Ah, the system works!)

3) Because I had my materials like the CV and writing sample together and a job ad for an Ivy came across my desk, and because my one article that I've staked out and is undergoing peer review changes MAJOR MAJOR stuff across every language level and affects material taught on the very first day of classes and in later grammar units and also has implications where I finally explain a script quirk and do so by re-reading some cr*p that had been implausibly interpreted in the first lines of a super-famous text that everyone reads, I decided to take a few hours and write a letter and statement and whatever and submit, because, why not, it just costs you the time, and the writing sample might catch someone on the committee's eye who had a clue.

And, not even a Google of me from everything I can tell, I probably didn't even make the initial cut.

(The job seems miserable anyways, but if I could somehow make it and negotiate a fat salary and no course duties, that could be awesome.)

. . .

It's really like you're frozen out of the system. You can find places to present and publish, but other than that, nada, even though you're doing better sh*t than tenured profs at major programs, and even though you point out those accomplishments in guarded and considerate ways to minimize p*ssing people off, it's like you're just ignored.

I think I'm not going to pull any punches any more, like omitting flagrant mistakes from major scholars and lightly passing over major inadequacies in the field. Like, I won't be a d*ck about it, but if being delicate about that stuff and effectively not broaching it doesn't get you anything, why not just say it.

I also wonder how much I have to do **before** they have to pay attention to me. Like, it's increasingly seeming that just multiple, multiple aspects of the one ancient language that I've been researching are askew, so how much do I have to make progress on it and straighten it out, before people start to take me seriously and give me some respect and maybe some resources?

My guess is that they can always just collectively ignore me, though, and many will try to.

Tuesday, December 19, 2023

A customer's family gathering.

The other week at the (Thai) restaurant where I work now, I was chit-chatting with this one (early later-aged) (white) woman who I recognized from there or from out around in town, and me and her and her (older white guy) dining companion were chit-chatting, and somehow she got to talking about how she had family over this early fall and fried up a bunch of fried green tomatoes for them, in those home deep fat fryers like were around in the 50s.

"I don't know if you know them," she was like.

She also said that she crushed up some Cheetos and used that in the breading for some.

Monday, December 18, 2023

Puzzle problems and pleasures:

1) With this one word search that I did a bit ago, the theme was "Cities in India," which made it hard since you didn't know most of the cities beyond like "BHOPAL" and had to keep constantly looking at the wordlist and then looking for particular words.

Then, at the end, I couldn't find two final cities in the grid, and then I realized that they both had an internal - R - N - sequence, but since those two letters were printed lower case in small print in the newspaper that printed the word search, the rn ( - r - n - ) looked like an m ( - M - ) and so I couldn't find the dang words because I was looking for the wrong thing.

2) I've always shied away from doing jigsaw puzzles of commercial properties, but I have to admit, this one that I was doing this month of Looney Tunes was quite fun, what with the crisp lines and blocks of color and then you get to see Bugs Bunny and Sylvester and others forming out of it, as you complete it.

Sunday, December 17, 2023

An addendum, of possible explication.

So, with that one (Romanian) joke -- which my one (Romanian) colleague cannot tell without really uncontrollably laughing and cracking up as he tells the punchline -- as best as I can figure, it's all about this dumb guy who found himself s*cking d*ck.

(I think the worst [Romanian] profanity is a noun that translates as "mouth-f*cking," so perhaps it's related?)

Anyhow, for the life of me, what I can't figure out if it's implied that it was truly a sex party, and Bulă somehow found himself s*cking d*ck there for that long, or if it **wasn't** a sex party, but Iţic was crafty and told him it was, and Bulă ended up going and s*cking all of these guys's d*cks.

The use of stock characters for humorous set-ups is very striking, in any case.