Still missed

Had a dream about Mac Wallace last night; or rather, a dream about him being dead, which he has been for a year and half now.  I miss so much our conversations.  He was always sure I had something to contribute, always wanted to hear what I was working on, and never put it down.  I didn't realise until he was gone how rare that is for me or how much I relied on it.  I only talked to him once or twice a year, but it leaves such an emptiness that I can't anymore.  Colleagues matter so much, even at long distance.

Humanities are cost-effective

English: The Humanities Center on the sixth floor of the Cathedral of Learning at the University of Pittsburgh (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

Turns out Humanities is the only part of a university that actually turns a profit. Humanities students are also a gold mine for the society that funds their production, because we are so much cheaper to train, and start out at lower wages, but over the course of a lifetime we get paid as much overall as sciences grads, and therefore pay as much in taxes. So there's a huge net profit to the society over time, and the university even while it's training us.

But university administrations and/or their corporate/political masters continue to think that we're the weak sisters, the luxury.