Sunday goofing when I should be grading...
Matthew Conroy
I'm a mathematics teaching professor in Seattle. I'll be teaching Intro to Proofs in the coming year. I spend a lot of time making sound and visual art, often using code that I write. I worry a lot. I try to cycle a lot. I like mailing things to people. Hello!
A good 55km ride today with a fair bit of gravel. I didn't get a picture on the route, so here is my bike in the alley behind my house, with the rhododendron and white rose (I think...) that just grow like this without my doing anything. Also, there's this descent on the trail paralleling the 520 freeway that's very fun; I think it's amusing that I've hit 1:25 three times now! I was really trying to be aero today, too. I hope you are having a good weekend!
I just finished grading real analysis midterm exams. I am exhausted, not just from the focused effort (it the largest real analysis class ever taught at UW, I believe: until last year, the largest was 40, and mine is 85 students!), but from the feeling that I am hitting most of my students with a stick. I don't mean to, but I have to assess their performance (we've not successfully worked out alternative to grading here (yet?)). Many students did not do well, and I find it very difficult emotionally to have to be the bearer of bad news. It's a really problem for me (I talk to my therapist about it often). Something about how I need to understand that people can handle their own emotions, and it's not my fault that they do poorly on my exams (and homework). But I can't get over the feeling that other people (my students) are going to get some information from me that will make them feel bad (which makes me feel bad enough) and then they will have negative feelings about me. I've been struggling with this for a long time, and I imagine it will only stop when I retire, which I would love to do but it's not the easiest thing to arrange. I look forward to summer and no teaching for a bit!
So that's what's going on with me. How are you? Happy weekend!
I'm halfway through The Poetry of Survival : Post-War Poets of Central and Eastern Europe and wanted to share this poem by Miroslav Holub with you.
Wings
We have
a map of the universe
for microbes,
we have
a map of a microbe
for the universe.
We have
a Grand Master of chess
made of electronic circuits.
But above all
we have
the ability
to sort peas,
to cup water in our hands,
to seek
the right screw
under the sofa
for hours
This gives us wings.
(trans. George Theiner)
I'm sick with a rather intense cold and I don't feel like doing much so I made another animation from a stereograph. This one is of a pool at Eldorado Springs, Colorado. The pool was built in 1905 using spring water. I remember it was there when I was in grad school in Boulder in the 1990s, and I'd go there with a friend to fill up a whole bunch of water bottles with the free spring mineral water (it just poured out of a hose, free for the taking). Never swam in the pool, though. https://www.madandmoonly.com/hhh/2026/04/eldorado-springs-stereograph
Currently listening. Do you know Ed's? At one point, I had their album More Hard Times on cassette, vinyl, and CD.
No air at all...