Archive for the ‘Work’ Category

Service record

November 25, 2025

The background, from my 11/24 posting “Work weeks”:

Back when I still had an academic life, 60 hours a week was the absolutely standard work week, combining teaching, teaching prep, research, publication, preparing and delivering public lectures (see the alarming record of these in yesterday’s posting “Scholarly communication”), and extensive service to the university and the profession.

This is about that extensive service to the university and the profession. Which is chronicled in my giant c.v., along with the teaching and public lectures; once again, the record of enormous amounts of real work, especially reviewing applications for grants from the NSF, NEH, and the Fulbright Program:

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Work weeks

November 24, 2025

Briefly noted. Lynneguist on Facebook today tracked her work weeks: typically 45 hours, rising to 60 at this point in the fall. I reported:

Back when I still had an academic life, 60 hours a week was the absolutely standard work week, combining teaching, teaching prep, research, publication, preparing and delivering public lectures (see the alarming record of these in yesterday’s posting “Scholarly communication”), and extensive service to the university and the profession. My man Jacques took on himself the burdens of seeing that I kept close to the 60-hour week; of preventing me from allowing commitments to take me towards 70- and 80-hour weeks (which he viewed, probably correctly, as dangerous to my health); and of acting as my helpful assistant. That was a great gift of love, offered in the gentlest way — but with an iron fist inside that velvet glove.

 

Working through

September 24, 2025

Creeping up on more difficult topics from my life history (along the lines of my 9/22 posting “Former Gifted Child”), here near-suicidal depression and bit of accompanying PTSD that’s still with me, almost 65 years later. The topics came up in an exchange with an old friend, a colleague in linguistics, and has finally moved me to talk about them on this blog, though the whole story is so long and complex — and throws up provocations to thought that hadn’t occurred to me before —  that I’ll have to just jump in and write up chunks of it as best I can, building up the larger story.

The trigger was this 9/15 e-mail from my friend, who I’ll refer to as L (for linguist):

I only now checked your recent blog posts and found a mention of your work at the Reading Eagle [AZ: the afternoon and Sunday newspaper in Reading PA, where I worked from 1958 to 1961], where you stayed on even while studying at Princeton.  All that work must have been a lot, though maybe something you handled by not wasting time on the more typical undergraduate frivolities.

And I jumped in with this answer to L:

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Cartoons for 9/1/25

September 1, 2025

🐇 🐇 🐇 rabbit rabbit rabbit to bring September in (also to bring in the first fall month in the northern hemisphere) and, this year, to celebrate (US) Labor Day (recognizing the union movement and honoring workers) — so that I bring you (cartoon) rabbits in hard hats:


(#1) Lola and Bugs Bunny, in an HBO Max series from 2023, Bugs Bunny Builders: Hard Hat Time

Which takes me to September cartoons from the New Yorker, beginning with a scene-setting item from 2022:

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Two Social Security cards

August 18, 2025

Discovered in rooting through drawers during the Great Dispossession: my first two Social Security cards. In those days, the cards had addresses on them, so when you started a new job, your card had to have your current address on it, and if that had changed, you needed a new card. Here are (parts of) my first two cards, with my first two tax addresses:

My first job with taxable income was at the Reading Eagle newspaper in Reading PA, a job I began in June 1958, when I was 17 and lived in my parent’s house in what was then the Wyomissing Hills section of Wyomissing PA. That was my official home address through my first years at Princeton, where I continued working for the Eagle and had two separate paying jobs at Princeton University. (Along the way I had temporary residences in Princeton NJ — my parents had by then moved on to California, and I was now living independently — and on Reading Blvd. in Wyomissing PA.)

(As soon as I turned 21, in September 1961, I registered to vote at the temporary address in Princeton. And registered in turn at each of my subsequent permanent home addresses.)

Then in June 1962 (when I was 21) it was on to Cambridge MA, where I had taxable income from MIT and from the MITRE Corp. And had a new home address, off Concord Ave. north of Harvard Square, on Walden St.

Then the cards stopped including a home address, so there were no new cards for Urbana IL, Columbus OH, or Palo Alto CA. (And there were temporary residences in a great many places, in several countries.)

 

 

Socialist Park

August 17, 2025

When recent chat with my childhood summer camp / Princeton / Wyomissing PA (now Golden CO vs. Palo Alto CA) friend Bill Richardson (William F. Richardson, hereafter WFR) turned to about politics in Reading PA (county seat of Berks County, where we both grew up; and where WFR’s father William E. Richardson (1886-1948; hereafter WER) was a progressive Democratic congressman from 1933 to 1937), I referred to the Socialist Park of my childhood (where we went for 4th of July fireworks):

— WFR: How do I not know there was a Socialist Park in Reading??

— AMZ: You don’t know about Socialist Park because it was in Sinking Spring, not Reading, and because Wyomissing had its own more elegant parks, while Socialist Park was more of a people’s park (with a dance hall and a roller rink).

WFR’s family had status and money, mine came out of the working class, but that was no bar to our friendship.

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The factory whistle and the retirement pocket watch

August 16, 2025

A note on two  items of American working life which are, in fact, connected to one another. A little follow-up to my 8/14 posting “The watch and the microscope”, where I wrote:

the watch is … from my grandfather Melchior Arnold Zwicky’s (1879-1965) retirement from the Textile Machine Works in Wyomissing PA

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