You remember those analogies from the SATs. Today I’m trying to squeeze the last out of the conventional (not astronomical) end of summer, but these syllabi won’t write themselves. Sssh! Two of them were due on Friday, but there’s enough weirdness in the Academic Calendar to make me grimace. Suddenly, there’s a week-long Thanksgiving break instead of three days, and a convocation tomorrow that preempts two of my classes, one of which I’m trying to keep in synch with the one class that does meet.
How to mix oil and water? Shake it vigorously, perhaps add a special ingredient that breaks the surface tension or something. But this is what life is about, these countervailing impulses. Surf it well.