I spent most of my day Friday helping out with a one-day campus symposium (the payoff for me being a chance to flog the repository both in print and in person, which I duly did).
In so doing, I ran into one of the new faculty members at SLIS—there are quite a few of them, as SLIS was down to a skeleton crew the year I graduated, and is now getting back to something approaching a full slate.
We talked about my specialty, and New Faculty Member’s specialty, and the upcoming ASIST conference, and the iniquity of conference food in general, and…
… And eventually out came the siren. “Have you ever thought of pursuing the doctorate?”
I was good. I didn’t say “Now why would I do a damfool thing like that?” In hindsight, I should have laughed and said “One damn dissertator is enough for any family.” What I did explain was that research and I don’t get along.
Sirens. Gotta stomp them little suckers flat. I will say, though, I’m finding that easier to do than I used to.
