Wow, great post Michael! I love it. You dress well unlike some of the professors I had. I remember some of the professors from my college days. This one English Professor always wore a track suit to class -- a track suit?!?! He was in his late 60's and was an institution there, so I guess he received a pass on his clothing. He always claimed to have a tennis game lined up after class.
And this other professor I had wore a polo shirt, khakis, and boat shoes. He was a Poli Sci/History professor. He'd walk inside the classroom, sit his cup of vending machine coffee down, and then lecture to us about corrupt politics and gerrymandering and such. That was a state politics class. Now that I am more mature and know how corrupt the system is, I think I would've been right there with him pounding my fists on the desk, but I was just a dumb 19 year old kid back then.
Sorry to ramble on about past professors. But since you are one, I will bend your ear a little more on the subject. I had a history professor (American History) who refused to lecture at all. He was burned out and cynical or something. All he'd do was stand there, and if we had a question, we'd ask him, and he'd elaborate on the question for a minute or so, and then he'd move to the next person. Strange. But I guess some question and answering isn't too bad of a concept in education. He, by the way, wore one piece jumpsuits like a prisoner would were. But instead of orange, he wore tan or beige ones. And he kept his head bald. He kinda gave off a Dr. Hannibal Lector vibe.
Hi jd_1138,
Thanks, you are far too kind. I'm pretty sure I don't dress like many of my colleagues but it's hard to tell, Seattle is a very 'laid-back' city, I am told. I grew up in Idaho but I think Seattleites take casual to a new level and one has to wear what one is comfortable in! Your stories have me thinking about an old Latin professor of mine who would inspire us to do our grammar and I remember him leaping on to a chair and declaiming in Latin. A good professor is unforgettable, that's for sure!
Having read some of the other posts, I will say this: The only women in my life tend to be your standard American (or British) woman and many of them remind me how much they wish more men dressed liked I do (particularly when one is taking them out to a fancy restaurant). So, hey, at least our efforts are not going to waste! Someone is appreciating them.
If you feel too overdressed and fancy, well, I enclose a photo of me enjoying the rare Seattle sun and wondering where my next dig is (if I were an archaeologist, that is).