Yes, it's true. Nobody else in the technology world is saying that these days, but we do have a position open in our department here at RIT.
PhD not required, MS (or MA, or MFA...) is. Ability to see IT holistically ("computing in context") important. High tolerance for chaotic environment, eccentric colleagues, and cold winters necessary. Take a look at our courses to get a broad sense of what we teach; take a look at our faculty to see the range of people and backgrounds who teach here. (And no comments about the piss-poor web site, please; I had no hand in its design.)
It is, in fact, an excellent place to work. Rochester is a surprisingly livable city, particularly good if you've got kids--schools are excellent, cost of living is outrageously low (you SoCal types would cry if you knew what I paid for my house), art and culture are pervasive. Excellent wine is within an hour's drive.
And just think how cool it would be to have people introduce you as "the professor."
If you're interested, send me mail. (If you can't find my address without my linking it here, you probably aren't the right person for the job, anyhow.)
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ps one more particularly nice perk for those with kids; faculty--and their immediate family members--get free tuition at RIT.
Grumpygirl (she must have a name, but I can't find it on her site. :-\ ) regularly posts cartoon dialogs between herself and an ant, in which she gives us a wondeful view into her own internal dialogs on interesting questions. Today she has one on "what is a blog?", which I particularly liked.
Am feeling a bit like Alice today. After I wrote that, I went looking for the original text, and found it at CMU. Right on target it was:
In another moment down went Alice after it, never once considering how in the world she was to get out again.The rabbit-hole went straight on like a tunnel for some way, and then dipped suddenly down, so suddenly that Alice had not a moment to think about stopping herself before she found herself falling down a very deep well.
Either the well was very deep, or she fell very slowly, for she had plenty of time as she went down to look about her and to wonder what was going to happen next. First, she tried to look down and make out what she was coming to, but it was too dark to see anything; then she looked at the sides of the well, and noticed that they were filled with cupboards and book-shelves; here and there she saw maps and pictures hung upon pegs. She took down a jar from one of the shelves as she passed; it was labelled `ORANGE MARMALADE', but to her great disappointment it was empty: she did not like to drop the jar for fear of killing somebody, so managed to put it into one of the cupboards as she fell past it.
My adventures in the blogosphere seem to be starting out quite similarly. One moment I'm minding my own business, teaching introductory multimedia classes and chauffeuring children to cub scouts, and the next I'm exchanging e-mails with Joi Ito, Marc Canter, Chris Locke, and Halley Suitt.
Along the way, I'm passing all sorts of interesting nooks and crannies, with barely enough time to register their existence before I've slid past them into the next virtual space. Time seems to have sped up in a strange and somehow exhilarating way.
What is it that's so seductive about this medium? Is it the breaking down of boundaries between personal and public? Maybe.
What do you think? (I know you're out there. Even without checking my server logs.)
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