Is there any sweeter concept in the academic year than the prospect of summer? While most of the world thinks of lakeshore cottages or resplendent gardens, trips-of-a-lifetime or lazing in a hammock, homo academicus dreams of redemption. This will be the summer I
finish start (read) that dissertation, revise that book, tackle those articles, restore work/life balance. By summer’s end, I will be back to myself, albeit a better read, harder working, fully conferenced, widely published and more disciplined version of myself.
I think this is what we mean by wishing each other a “productive” summer.
We at hook&eye respect (and need) this summer pace too, so starting next week we’re going to slow things down a bit. We’ll still be here, every Monday morning, and on other sporadic occasions too. We are still open for guest posts (hey, there’s a self-improvement project for your summer!) and we would love to run one last “This Month in Sexism” column before we all scatter to
the four winds Congress. So please send your stories to sexism[at]hookandeye[dot]ca, preferably by May 3rd.
And if you find yourself bemoaning your progress in the doldrums of summer, think back to the old English poem. Sure, summer is part “the seed grows and the meadow blooms,” but the real evidence for the turning seasons is that “the bullock stirs, the stag farts.” Manageable goals, people. Manageable goals.