My Tudor-Stuart class put Charles I on trial today. New levels of dramatic talent were revealed. The whole thing was [chef's kiss].

WHAT is she wearing?

Ice breaker time: I just asked my history of science class “what rich person thing do you want in your dream house” and the totally best answer was “20 Golden Retrievers”

Thank you for ending my evening with a snort.

I teach at a small lib arts college and that’s what we do

Wow, he sure mispronounced “fuck off.”

Sounds like a good gen ed curriculum

Can’t fix stupid but I wish it would shut up

Paperback writer🎶

The entire 4 volumes of 19th Century Popular Lectures are done, zipped, and ready to go to Routledge next week. I am exhaustified. But I beat the storm.

Vols 1-3 of my project are ready to submit. One more to edit. Tbh I’m a little barfy.

Did someone say “MOOC”?

All four volumes of my sabbatical project are drafted, three weeks before I submit the manuscripts and go back to the classroom. Copyediting should be lit, but I won't start that till tomorrow. Tonight we drink! (Maybe)

Yeah, I like my men with chins

*Lecturing the Victorians* is coming out in paperback in February!

Ummm only if you already have them

What is he, 13?

My youngest has not yet cooked her first Thanksgiving meal.

FD Maurice here, which I love b/c I’m including some of his work in my collection of 19th c lectures

Volume 1 of my 4-volume sabbatical project is now safely done and in a zip file. I need a drink.

English is your 4th language, yes? How’s mama’s basement?

Wow you are so bad at this

It’s like you know me

And now they’ve all graduated and now I’m taking my exhaustified , weepy self to bed for a nap.

All the humanities capstones have been successfully defended. This was the strongest and most diverse set of undergrad research papers we’ve had in the major. I’m now catatonic, but happy. Also, I may need an adult beverage.

Mother’s Day is always complicated, but hugs to all my beloveds—daughters, students, bonus kiddos. And the dog.

But first, coffee.

Finishing up a conference paper for next week’s MVSA on the journal “Science-Gossip” and wishing I had thought to entitle my abstract “Mutual Recriminations Delivered With Extreme Politeness.”

If you are as irritated as I am by Google AI-generated search results clogging up your computer, insert a curse word in your search bar and Google AI will be strangely silent. Just searched 'When was George Washington the *** president?" and lo and behold, I got actual results. H/T Joel Baehler

Anthony Trollope is saving my mental health, again. Just raced through “Ayala’s Angel” and “Mr Scarborough’s Family” and am now settling happily into “The Eustace Diamonds,” the first Trollope I ever read some 45 years ago. It remains brilliant.