Multilitteratus Incognitus

It's been about five years since I defended my dissertation (oh my! How time does fly!), and I caught myself thinking about my evolving relationship with academic writing. While I've been somewhat  active over the past few years, I also find that I'm a lot less interested in producing academic/journal writing as a genre of writing. And, when I want to engage in such an activity, 'going at it alone' when I don't have a guaranteed venue of publication (i.e., you write the article first and then submit to a journal for review), feels a lot less palatable as an activity during my leisure time. I neither need for professional purposes, nor do I have time during my regular work day for this kind of activity, so it's classified as leisure for me personally (is there an academic equivalent like athleisure , I wonder...🤔). I make the distinction between writing for journals and writing chapters for books. Not that writing chapters for books is a guaranteed venue, on...

High School Hallway by Matt Dempsey CC BY-SA "You don't know what you're consuming!*"  It's a loose translation of what my grandmother used to say to me when I refused to eat something 'exotic' (in my view) that she had cooked, like rabbit stew or cuttlefish. My sophomoric response was "I know exactly what I'm eating" since I didn't want to even try what she'd cooked. I suspect that Grandma meant to say "You don't know what you're missing," but somehow Grandma's malaphor was always one of those things that we shared a tacit understanding of. Anyway, the other day I was reading a post on IHE on Online Classes and Conflicting Desires . The crux of the argument is a conflicting relationship with what people say and their actions (um, surprise?)... I’m seeing it in the push-pull of students wanting a more robust on-campus college experience while simultaneously crowding into online classes. The desire for a robust o...