Showing posts with label humor. Show all posts
Showing posts with label humor. Show all posts

Saturday, April 17, 2021

Are We Having Fun Yet? Academic Silliness

 I saw this tweet and was kind of surprised:

Because I have seen a lot of funny stuff and, I think, said a lot of funny stuff over the years, I was surprised by this post and had too much to say to fit into a tweet.  It is not rare that we academics do things that make us laugh, that our students often say things that make us laugh, that we end up hanging out and silliness ensues.  So, given how depressing things are in the big wave of COVID here, I thought I would listicle the funniest things I have done/heard/seen over the past thirty years of academia-ing.

  1.  The funniest thing that has ever happened to me in this academic business is the hardest to describe.  In my big Intro to IR class at McGill (600 students), I often made references to bags of milk as that is how folks in Ontario and Quebec get their milk, rather than jugs, and that more than anything else was a constant reminder I was in a foreign land.  I forget why kangaroos came up, but a student in the crowd said "kangaroo milk" as after I mentioned the roos.  It was the perfect moment, and so I laughed so hard that I couldn't breathe, and I kept laughing and tears came.  It was so very funny, and it is really hard to describe.  I also really enjoyed wearing costumes on/near Halloween if the studnets gave enough $ to UNICEF.

  2. One of the funniest things (at least to me) that I did in a classroom was during a smallish summer school lecture class back around 1996 or 1997.  This was when cell phones were scarce.  I rented a beeper in 1996 when my wife was pregnant.  Anyway, a student's cell phone went off, and he not only took the call but walked out of the class to carry on the conversation.  I was so put off that I mused aloud to my students that I had no policy on this because up until recently, only drug dealers had cell phones.  And then I told my students that I was not saying that this particular student was a drug dealer.  Or that he wasn't a drug dealer.  When he came back a few minutes later after completing his call, all the students looked at him as if he were a drug dealer.  
  3. A phd student once told me he didn't have to justify the choices in his dissertation proposal to me.  I think this is the hardest I laughed at a student.  
  4.  For my entire year on the Joint Staff, my direct boss, an army colonel, kept saying that by the time I would leave there, I would be straightened up--short hair cut, no beard, pressed clothes, shined shoes.  So, I showed up at his retirement party towards the end of my year with a crew cut, shaved my beard, in a uniform, etc.  And no, there is no pledge pin on my uniform.  And, no, he didn't recognize me at first.

  5. So many from various conferences over the years, but a few stick out.  Several involve finding new places for the floating ISA poker game because we made too much noise.  I think my favorites are when a publisher was next door--she was most gracious later on--and a recent time where we hadn't even made noise yet.  
  6. Speaking of ISA, I tried several times to organize an ultimate game (beach ultimate in Honolulu would have been great last year), and the one time it really worked out was in San Diego.  That was a heap of academic fun:  


  7. Does my bachelor party count?  It was by and for political scientists.  I don't remember much of it, but it was a lot of fun. Its funniest moment happened while I was passed out.  Or so I am told.
  8. Which gets to grad school--I had a lot of fun as I learned how to be an academic (well, they didn't train us in how to profess, just how to think and research).  The funniest non-bachelor party moment?  Perhaps the time the new student introduced his wife to me and my girlfriend (now Mrs. Spew) and asked us if we wanted to swap.  Holy first impression, Batman.  Or it could have been the Halloween parties as the folks dressed up great.  I went as a reporter one year and a pepper another year. 
  9. I have had so much fun interviewing experts, policy-makers, politicians, and military officers.  I remember so many times driving back to Montreal from Ottawa repeating the mantra "I love my job" as I learned so much interesting stuff from the people I interviewed.  The funniest moment, in retrospect, was me falling asleep on the couch of the Turkish general.
  10.  In  2007, the Canadian Armed Foces and NATO brought a bunch of academics to Kabul and Kandahar in an effort to sell the Afghanistan mission to the Canadian public.  That, by itself, is a funny idea.  But perhaps the funniest part was the gun show.  We visited the HQ of the NATO forces based in Kabul--French, Germans, Italians (got love that Italian beret).  As part of the orientation/presentation, they took us outside and showed us their weaponry.  It was funny not only because I look silly in a sniper gilly suit, but because this was a wonderfully amusing act of overcompensation.  At the time, those three countries were among the lamest in Afghanistan, limited by restrictions imposed by their home countries. The Italians and Germans could not engage in offensive operations or leave their relatively safe sectors, and the French were pretending that they didn't do violent counter-insurgency because Chirac was still pissed at Bush.  So, a gunshow was so silly--it didn't persuade any of us how warrior-ish these three contingents were.  But I got photos that make me laugh to this day and were handy when presenting my NATO/Canada in Afghanistan stuff.  

I have had many funny students and colleagues over the years.  I have laughed a lot.  If academics are seen as boring and stuffy, well, some of that is true.  But if we are seen as lacking humor, that is entirely wrong.  I love to laugh and to make others laugh.  And over the past thirty plus years (yikes!), I have laughed a lot.  I mean, how can you not at a student piping up in a massive, dark lecture hall, saying "Kangaroo milk!"



Tuesday, May 27, 2014

The Tourney That Was Meant to To Be

Thanks to @PestiEsti, I finally found something I saw long ago. With the US war in Afghanistan, we did not really get the final we were expecting.

Sunday, February 9, 2014

Hashtags Gone Wild

I tend not to use hashtags as I tweet in any systematic kind of way.  For many of my Canadian themed ones, I probably should be adding #cdnpoli or #cdnfp or something like that.  I guess folks do follow feeds that are centered on hashtags.

However, I do like to follow the fun hashtag stuff when it pops up.  Today, an oldie but a goodie came up: #SixWordPaperTitle.  It got some love over at io0.com.

My contribution today was:

The io9 list concluded one of the very academic paper best presentations I have ever seen:


Enjoy your Sunday.

Wednesday, January 29, 2014

Sunday, January 19, 2014

Running Behind Is Better Than Running on Empty

I have already violated my resolution not to fall further behind.  No, I have not agreed to any new writing commitments (I have already been admonished by one co-author about her place in line).  But reviewing grants and articles?  Yes.

Which is why I am such a big fan of today's PhDcomics:















The alternative is probably this:

Wednesday, January 15, 2014

Friday, November 1, 2013

Belated But Good

Boo!  I found this site a day late, but thanks to our new pal, I now have another go-to silly site.  First came I love Charts and now love stats!

Tuesday, October 8, 2013

The 21st Century Is an Evil Place

Ok, we are moving way beyond photoshop pranks:

Is Poker Poetic? Apparently in Barrhaven

The first of a semi-monthly poker game was so successful one of the participants wrote this poem:




From "Childe Roland to Barrhaven Came"

What in the midst lay but the poker game itself?
The round squat table, blind as the fool's heart, Built of brown wood, without a counter-part
In the whole world. Google maps' mocking elf Points to the designated driver thus the unseen shelf He strikes on, after three point start.

Not see? because of beer perhaps?
Why, day Came back again for that! before it left, 
The game's explanation kindled through a cleft:
The complex rules, like giants at a hunting, lay, 
Chin upon hand, to see the game at bay, "Cards are wild only if they are six!-the split pot's heft!"

Not hear? when noise was everywhere! it toll'd 
Increasing like a bell.
Names in my ears 
Of all the wild cards announced by my peers,
How such a one was deuce, a two, I was told 
Though he had two twos, yet the dealer of old 
Lost, lost! one moment knell'd the woe of years.

The players sat, ranged behind chips, met 
To view the last hand, a living frame For one more picture! in a sheet of flame 
I saw my cards were not too good. 
And yet Dauntless, my hands behind the chips set, 
Yelled "Childe Roland to Barrhaven came... and I'm ALL IN!"

[Many, many, apologies to Browning: http://www.bartleby.com/246/654.html]

Wednesday, September 25, 2013

Thursday, September 19, 2013

Implications of NATO Book for the Big Problems of the Future

Twitter is a wonderful place where folks can let us know of important developments, such as that some folks were confused--thinking that sharknado was really SharkNATO:



So, of course, the key question is this: how would a North Atlantic Treaty Organization behave if its  membership (at least at the North Atlantic Council) entirely consisted of sharks?  Holy caveats, Batman!  If ferocious, man/Tara Reid-eating sharks were the ones at the bargaining table, deciding whether to give consensus support to a NATO operation, I would be of two minds:
  • Sharks do not seem to be all that cooperative, compared to dolphins.  Multilateral cooperation might not be in their nature.
  • However, initiatives going through the North Atlantic Council only stop if one of the members "breaks silence" which means voicing their opposition to the proposed policy.  And sharks tend to be very, very silent.  However, the folks they bite tend to scream.  So, again I am confused.  
More research is required--I might have to change my current grant application to focus on this important question.

All I can say for sure is that my co-author must be very, very pleased that this picture came out just after I sent the proofs back to the publisher.  This means I cannot insert a SharkNATO footnote to join the Avengers footnote.


Tuesday, September 10, 2013

We Are Not That Different After All

Right to Bear Arms does not discriminate, right?

Black NRA from Sarah Silverman     


Just too good. We are not that different after all was just the best line.

Party Like It's 1985

I was already a fan of Bowling for Soup's 1985, as it hit a bunch of my nostalgia buttons.  Thanks to this video about a Canadian family living like it is the mid-80s, I got to see the video for the song:


There is some confusion online about whether the woman dancing on the car is the one from the original Whitesnake video (Tawny Kitaen) or someone new.   I just love the silly way the band imitates the various acts of the 1980s and, indeed, mocks the Whitesnake video. 

Good times for this Gen x-er.

Friday, September 6, 2013

Early to Class For a Reason

My students from the old days at McGill in the huge lecture hall probably noticed I was always early for that class.  Why?

Perhaps because this might otherwise happen:


Oh, and it was fun to meet the new MA students at NPSIA, including more than half a dozen of veterans of my Intro to IR class at my old school.

H/T to SI.com for the video.

Wednesday, August 14, 2013

Not a Racist? There is an App for That

This is sheer genius:


Thus who are satire impaired should be warned that this video is, um, comedic.


Sunday, August 4, 2013

Football?

For today's Sunday silliness, how about some Sudekis on soccer:

Monday, July 1, 2013

Friday, June 21, 2013

The Advice Song

This song was burned into my head when I was a kid: Steve Martin's Grandmother Song:


Sure, he is doing real bluegrass, but I always enjoy the recommendation to be obsequious and to be omnipresent (and criticize things you do not know about). And so on.  Just lovely.

Sunday, June 9, 2013

Peeping Phones

I really do not know what to believe about all of the NSA phone stuff.  But this comic does amuse me
By Brian MacFadden at NYT, as usual on Sundays.