Over the years, I've told colleagues and friends about things I have seen or experienced. Many times, people have said that I should write them down so that they won't be lost and forgotten, since some of them might be useful parts of our history. I've been writing them down, without being sure what I would do with them. I decided to gradually post them on this website, and see what reactions I get. I suggest reading from the bottom up (starting with the August 2017 post "The Meritocracy"). Thoughtful and kind feedback would be useful for me, and would help me to revise the exposition to make it as useful as possible. I hope that while you read my stories you will ask yourself "What can I learn from this?" I'm particularly interested in knowing what you see as the point of the story, or what you take away from it. Please send feedback to asilverb@gmail.com. Thanks for taking the time to read and hopefully reflect on them!

I often run the stories past the people I mention, even when they are anonymized, to get their feedback and give them a chance to correct the record or ask for changes. When they tell me they're happy to be named, I sometimes do so. When I give letters as pseudonyms, there is no correlation between those letters and the names of the real people.

Saturday, August 15, 2020

A Tribute to John Hsia

My Ohio State University colleague John Hsia recently passed away. John was very kind to me. He was generous and nice.

Here's one example of his generosity and kindness. When I arrived at OSU, one of the Vice Chairs assigned me a horrid interior office with a connecting hole to the men's room (see the November 5, 2018 story). After I put up with it for most of an academic year, near the beginning of spring quarter John presented me with a key. Our colleague Joe Neisendorfer was taking a new job at the University of Rochester, to start in the fall. Joe wasn't teaching in the spring quarter, and had moved out of his office early. John suspected that I would stay in my vent-for-the-men's-room office forever, if we left it up to the Vice Chair (who seemed to relish demonstrating his power over me---stories for another day). John took pity on me, and asked Joe to give him his office key, so that John could give it to me. Joe kindly agreed, and I moved into his office before the Vice Chair could assign it to anyone else. The Vice Chair hated me for it, since we had gone around him. But it was worth it to get a room with a view (and no men's room fumes).

If only there were more people like John Hsia.