Adventures of a Bad Ass

. . . the musings of an AT thru-hiker turned college professor.

Monday, January 11, 2010

Grammar and Punctuation. For Doctoral Students.

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I was recently invited to be a guest speaker for our doctoral course in Writing for Publication. "Cool!" I thought. "I love d...
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Thursday, January 07, 2010

Baby, It's Cold Outside!

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This morning, it's 23 below 0 in High Plains City. Roxy went out this morning to pee and came right back in, holding her foot up off the...
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Sunday, January 03, 2010

Mushrooms Growing in the Cabinet

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For Christmas this year, my Lovely Mother and Stepdad sent us a grow-your-own-mushrooms kit. Really! At first, I was a little unsure about i...
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Friday, January 01, 2010

Crazy-ass dog

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So I just got back from taking Roxy on a walk. Oh, by the way, here's a pic, now that she's all grown up: Isn't she the cutest? ...
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No Resolution(s)

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A few days ago, I made a decision (not a resolution, cuz I tend to break those) to exercise for 30 minutes every day. That's my decision...
Sunday, December 13, 2009

Baking Day

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In an attempt to save some money and not get all commercial this Christmas, we decided to do some serious baking and give Christmas breads a...
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Sunday, December 06, 2009

Final Exam

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Tomorrow morning is the final exam in my sed/strat course. I'm SO excited to be done with it! Don't get me wrong, I've loved thi...
Thursday, November 26, 2009

Conference Drama, a Forgotten Exam, a Crappy Turkey, and Other News

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Conference Drama Last week I attended a national conference, one I attend every year. (Of course, I didn't go last year, but that's ...
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Why a Bad Ass?

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In 2001, I thru-hiked the Appalachian Trail and collected data for my dissertation. I had taken the trail name "Turtle" as a symbol of my desire to be persistent, to be connected to the earth, etc. After about two months of hiking (400 some odd miles), I injured my piriformis -- a big muscle in my rear -- and left the trail for a month and a half of physical therapy. Yes, on my ass. The piriformis muscle, because it was injured, banged away on my sciatic nerve, making it impossible for me to sit, stand, lie down, or simply BE without pain. Just before my completely self-sacrificing, wonderful, and ever-lovin' spouse, Footslogger, showed up in Damascus, Virginia, to collect my sad self and take me to a hospital where I could get good drugs and some rest, a couple of hiking friends (Chris and Triple Slim) stopped by the drug store, bought a little stuffed donkey, and brought it to me in a paper bag. They said, "Your trail name used to be Turtle. Now it's (drum roll, please) Bad Ass Turtle." That donkey is now sitting on my desk, as a reminder for me to be who I truly am. Not just a bad ass, but Bad Ass Turtle. Want to email me? Try badassturtle(at)gmail.
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