Yes, that's me. A chair. A static, stationary object. One that moves very little. Or maybe just swivels just a bit. Except that's not the truth. I am a chair. A chair of an academic department. A buzzing, whirling, barrel of motion, activity, and blunder. And this is my blog.
I was not a reluctant chair. I wanted this job. I asked for it. I took pleasure in the fact that others thought it would suit me. But it has not been a bed of roses. In this blog I metaphorically prune my bed of roses and pick at the thorns that sometimes lie under me, getting under my skin. Hopefully, along the way, some beautiful garden might grow.
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