My sabbatical is nearly over. Thank you, taxpayers. In slow preparation for my return to full-time professordom, I attended two back-to-back convocation ceremonies this past week in Ottawa. Here’s a pic of me mugging with our Vice Dean of Research, Jeff Jutai. At this point, I’m seriously wondering why I didn’t take advantage of Canada’s new marijuana liberalization laws. It might have made the experience a tad more bearable:
This is what happens when I try to get ahead of my workload. I’m scheduled to give a talk in Ottawa at the end of March, so decided to save some time and money by booking my hotel room for that stint today, and using my favourite app, hotels.com, to do so. I booked a lovely suite, using the special non-refundable price. Continue reading Ma, They Took My Teef! My Teef!
The Perils of Sabbatical
Not all sabbaticals are glamorous opportunities to teach abroad or start exciting new projects. Some of them –like mine– are just protected time to get old shit off of my desk. Case in point are two recent publications based on some work I did with students YEARS ago. Continue reading Just Leaving This Here to Trigger Some People
I’ll be giving advice on the career panel of the Dalla Lana School of Public Health at the University of Toronto on Feb 13. Come for such gems as “pants are overrated”, but stay for the timeless “the best ice breaker is a dick joke.” Continue reading The Best Ice Breaker is a Dick Joke