May Term ended today, and none too soon. It's always a great deal of fun sharing my love for all those old 1940s and 50s films noir with undergraduates in their late teens and early twenties. It is also a great deal of work reading and preparing nightly for almost a month of daily three hour classes, reading through student assignments, and so forth.
Now, if these strike you as too fancy, that's fine. To each, his own. Remember that I am something of a clothes horse, as I have mentioned previously here and there on the Grand Duchy of Stollen blog. An appreciation for sartorial splendor is, after all, one of the driving forces behind this rather odd assortment of posts on model soldiers and painting them, wargaming, tabletop scenery, bicycling, Nordic skiing, and etc.
And hey, at least my new brogues aren't the ubiquitous athletic shoes, what we used to call 'sneakers' back in the 70s and 80s, or the much hated 'comfort shoes' with man-made soles that can't be replaced and velcro fasteners. I cringe -- CRINGE, I tell you -- every time I catch sight of some poor schlubb ambling along in those kinds of shoes. While I understand that orthopedic issues force shoes like this onto some individuals, who might prefer to wear something a bit more attractive, I'll stick to lace up shoes with leather uppers and soles as long as I'm physically able, and as long as you can still find them for sale. It's just one of those things.