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Three weeks until our Alaska cruise -- man, it can't come soon enough.
This weekend there's lots of behind-the-scenes departmental drama about the recent chair search (a.k.a. the Search That Wouldn't Die). Candidate #1 declined our offer; there's plenty of politicking around candidate #2, and apparently there's a meeting on Monday, called by the dean, for the search committee (of which I'm a member) to explain the selection of #2 to all faculty and staff. (Which, incidentally, we did, weeks ago.) What folks really want is a breakdown of who voted for whom.
"Are you now or have you ever been a member of XY's supporters?"
I'll go to the meeting, but if that's the way it's going to come down, then I'm not playing -- other than to observe that I'm not because I prefer not to engage in McCarthy-ite dynamics. (Yeah, I know: that'll go over well.)
A couple of my colleagues on the search committee are worried about the impact that all this drama will have on my RTP process. Oddly enough, I'm not worried. Not for that reason. Much.

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