I promise this will not become a football blog. In fact, I’m pretty sure I’ll have little else to say on football for awhile. As part of our Good Times Program, we’ve been taking in some major league sports. On Monday, we went and saw the evening football game in San Francisco (vs the New …
Author Archives: Jonathan Sterne
Brief NFL TV Post
This is our first year without the NFL Sunday Ticket (where you can watch any game you want) since possibly the 20th century. The place we’re renting has cable, not satellite. The cable company offers an alternative–the “NFL Red Zone” channel where they switch from game to game as things get exciting. There appear to …
No pressure
I occupy Study 30 at the Center for Advanced Study in the Behavioral Sciences. I requested it based on the recommendation of my friend Fred Turner, who had enjoyed it a couple years back and who said it doesn’t get too hot. Which it doesn’t. Then I looked at the list of previous residents of …
Sabbatical Rules
Which can of course be considered a complete sentence or a set of guidelines. Let me assent to the former and get on to the latter. I may add more latter. 1. Just because I’m blogging while on sabbatical doesn’t mean I have time to do work for other people that I didn’t have when …
Nouveau Sterneworks
I’ve been stealing a few minutes here and there since early summer to re-do my main website. It had been on textpattern, which is a not-all-that-well-supported CMS (that’s “content management system” for those not familiar with the jargon–it’s the software that runs your website for you and keeps everything in order). WordPress (which I use …
California Crazy
Shortly after our arrival in our new neighborhood, we went out to the car to find this envelope affixed to the windshield: Clearly someone had noticed the Quebec license plates. Inside was the following letter: Welcome to Silicon Valley, where everyone has a startup company and is an entrepreneurial genius.* Which means, of course, that …
And on the sabbath, he rested
My first semester as a professor was the fall of 1999. What I remember the most was the intensity. It was like a constant sprint except I didn’t always know where or why I was running. Then, sometime in October a Friday afternoon arrived when there wasn’t something I urgently had to do. I had …