Swinging with Mac

No matter how old I get, it’s always fun to play on the swings.

Here I am with MacLaren on a gorgeous spring day in April 2012 in Iowa City.

Afterward, I’ll ask him his opinion on Greek funerary inscriptions. Then I’ll remember he’s only a child with no professional training, thank him for his precious, yet untrained opinion, kiss him on the forehead, tell him I love him, give him a big hug, and then begin a more academically credible process. I’ll start by aggregating existing research into a literary history, and then do some research of my own, then test it in segments on the blogs and message boards, attend some lectures, write a draft of a research paper, present it at ASOR or SBL, get feedback (some positive, some negative) from credible, professionally trained colleagues, re-write the paper, then submit it to a refereed journal, receive back the peer-reviews, further edit the paper incorporating the suggestions from my blind reviewers, re-submit my paper to the journal, celebrate its acceptance, but then prepare rebuttals for the inevitable scholarly critiques and responses that will follow, write another paper supplementing the published article following the same process above, incorporate the now multiple articles and additional research into chapters of a monograph, secure an interested academic publisher, send of drafts to reviewers, receive back the reviews and further edit the volume, then send the completed volume to the contracted publisher for publication. Then, I’ll inquire about a book review session at SBL, ASOR, or some other professional academy annual meeting, making sure to invite both those who agree and disagree with my theory, and then listen to critiques and reviews of my volume. I shall then wait several years to ascertain whether or not my volume proves to have legs and longevity, whether newer research makes my contribution comparatively obsolete, or whether my published conclusions need further reconsideration.

Then again, as the above process is quite difficult, and time consuming, and not all that profitable in the short term, and it likewise provides me no first century apologetic evidence for my modern beliefs, perhaps instead I’ll reconsider and simply accept the judgment of my child regarding the Greek funerary inscriptions.

12 Responses

  1. so…are we rich yet?

  2. As a father and grandfather, all I can say is enjoy it now, as it goes oh so fast. It only seems like one second, I had my son, at about the same age in one of those swings in Union Park in Des Moines and the next, he’s 27 and telling me on a plane, “Dad, put that text of Polybius away! Some idiot is going to think it’s Arabic and freak out.”

  3. Watching the video of you swinging Mac, one would never guess you are an esteemed college professor. LOL

  4. Terry,

    Good! IMHO, little kids are for having fun with and loving and kissing and swinging and singing (not consulting and using their untrained opinions to base academic theories, but that’s just me).

    If you can’t tell I’m a professor when I’m swinging with my son, then I’m doing it right :) Thank you. You made my night!

    Cheers, bc

  5. lol, al. that is funny. and i’m feeling old already. he’s learning to crawl. he was just born!


  6. no, baby, unfortunately, i chose education in the humanities at a public university. i guess i could have chosen film making (i know one guy who had an operating budget of over a million dollars to make a movie). then again, i have this thing about avoiding circular reasoning, rooting claims in facts and evidence, and avoiding speculation, so film making is probably not for me.
    so unfortunately, we’re still broke. :(
    love you – bc

  7. I remember those days when I would swing my little ones and make funny noises and watch them smile at my antics. It was great. Now, when I make funny noises they look at me and wonder if maybe they should rush me to the hospital. LOL

  8. Enjoy Mac while he’s small. Starting to crawl, eh? That’s when the fun begins and you have to baby proof the house. Little ones seem to have some sort of affinity for electrical sockets. :)

  9. terry, we’ve already got the plugs in the outlets, but we have stairs, meaning gates, and tables, meaning those white foam covers. ugh(ly). ;-)

  10. Baby gates are a must, however, my son, at 2, soon figured out how to disassemble the one blocking the kitchen. My 2½ year old grandson didn’t bother with that, he figured out how to climb over it. On top of it, when the grandson learned to crawl, there was no stopping him, even when he got bruised knees, he just ignored the bruises and kept going.

  11. me = scared. not really, but really. lol.

  12. More to look forward to:

    From about age 2—grandson Jackson (in background) as the little known variant, the bubble wrap retinarius, up against his twin sister, Freyja.

    Toddlers figure things out VERY fast.

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