Time Travel and the Missing Doctor Who Tapes

As I was putting my 10-year-old son to bed tonight, as usual we had a long, free-ranging, unrushed conversation. Somehow I mentioned the missing Doctor Who tapes. Peter got very thoughtful. “If I had a time machine, I could go back to the moment those tapes disappeared. And I could bring them forward in time, so that they wouldn’t be lost. But there would be one problem. By going back…

This Is Why I Ask My Students to Blog

In my Literary Criticism class, next week we’ll be looking at The Yellow Wallpaper — most of us probably for the umpteenth time.  Here’s a comment that just appeared on the course website, that reminds me why I spend six hours straight re-configuring a server from scratch because it got infected with a virus 12 hours before the first meeting of the class. Hey there! I am an NYC actress…