Lacking anything really coherent to write about today (I've been grading Western Civilization exams, so my brain is pretty rattled at best!) I thought I'd post a picture of one of the corners of my office. This is the Sherlockian bookshelf---everything on it relates in some way to Sherlock Homes, whether collections of the canon, pastiches, parodies, scholarship, pictures, trinkets, and even an action figure complete with magnifying glass and pipe. The stuffed rabbit was designed and constructed by my mother. His name is Sherlock Hares. Needless to say, he's a student favorite.
In this picture you also see a very mysterious bit of furniture. I have my great-grandfather's rocking chair in my office. It's covered with a quilt made from scraps of my summer clothing. No comments about my bad taste in wild Hawaiian prints, please. What's the mystery of this chair? Where the seat is! Inevitably, students come in, drop down, and find the seat about six inches from where they think it will be. Feet and sometimes books go flying. I try to warn them (most of the time) but they rarely believe me. And thus the chair eats another student.
As one of my good friends never tires of telling me, I am easily amused!
I never remember getting a warning, and I have sat in that chair many a time. It is a surprising piece of furniture. And I always forget about its tricky-ness. But it is pretty comfortable.
Posted by: Huff | March 17, 2009 at 08:08 PM