At nine am on that fateful August day when the college kindly notified us (via email – the formality of old fashioned paper termination letters being apparently passé) that it would lay off all of its most uppity faculty – including Aimee and I as suspect ringleaders – all as a prelude to becoming an (almost) entirely online, virtual, and essentially stateless institution, it gave us three hours’ notice and then terminated said email accounts at noon that day.
No courtesy mail forwarding for us! And a recent inquiry from a former student suggests that there may not even be automatic notices stating that the person emailed no longer works at the college. That alum, who also happens to be an uppity academic, was forced to resort to old fashioned snail mail.
I can obviously test that notion, just to be sure and will.
But if you have been trying to find us, you may have been emailing a ghost. A ghost of a college and a non-existent professor.
I’m a civilian now. Again. In case you didn't know.
The correct emails for the both of us are appended below.
Mind you, they were probably wise to fire us. We would never have allowed them to become purely online, had we had any faculty power left. The power grab happened in small pieces over the preceding few years. It was a work of art in terms of coups d'état – the CIA itself could not have snuck up any better, as far as many of our shocked colleagues were concerned.
More cynical, neither Aimee nor I were shocked. Aimee, in fact, had been predicting it for several years. I'd been making plans to pursue other ways of making a living and other interests.
It will be interesting to see what the NECHE visiting team makes of all this in the coming months, as the time for the ten year accreditation review draws near. Word of the coup has of course, gotten out. Do the Board and the administration not understand that academics know other academics and frequently talk to one another?
"Dead-eye Dierdre," ready to shoot. 
Snorri, the Womerlippi Farm rental ram, ramming it up for the camera. 
Me, working on the decibel-linked anemometer for the Fox Islands Wind project 
Ervin, one of our local Amishmen, climbs his turbine. He needs to get a safety harness. 
Ervin concentrates on some welding 
Kaylee and Heather board some boarding boards 
SAR team students on a mock evacuation
Teaching the horizontal lower using the tandem system. 
My favorite classroom setting 
Getting ready for the lower
Learning to rappel 
Spreading "mud" for the barn foundation: a dance choreography 
Tough customers: Who you lookin' at? 
A trenchant Unity character. 
Cody on the tower at our Charleston wind assessment site 
Et moi 
Worm's eye view of a Freedom turbine 
An Aaron in the wet
