23 April 2011
comps mini-journal, day 2.
I pulled out 5 pages in 4 hours. It felt great to write about things I've been thinking about for months. I'm doing my laptop work in Google Docs so I can move between computers easily. I am will run my master draft out of Word since I prefer using my big screen for formatting. I'm fussing around with it and am having an oh shit moment-- I totally spaced and worked in 11 point (you can see more on my teensy netbook screen). So that means I wrote 6 pages. Um, oops?
My goal is to write 5 pages a day. That would mean having 3 operative drafts by next Sunday, meaning I can sleep all day and start revising that Monday. I like to spew out the rough stuff and then really tear it apart. One of the biggest payoffs during this process is that I have been in grad school for four years and I know how I work best.
So yah, I look a little spazzy and frizzy, but I'm feeling kind of smug. I know I'm starting with the easiest stuff first- best to get it out of the way in case the hard stuff takes longer- but I feel good. Time to fix my bicycle chain and clean myself up for a Passover Seder. Lamb and wine are pretty much the perfect hard work payoff!
16 February 2011
jobs.
I know, right? Where does this shit come from?
There's not much I would change about my life-- in regards to being someone's Mormon wife, I dodged a couple of bullets, and really, I mean obviously it wasn't the career for me. But it did get me thinking about the paths not taken, and what I might do if I wasn't currently locked into a career path. A sampling:
Jobs I had but didn't keep:
consignment shopgirl
gourmet takeout prep cook
architecture firm receptionist
Special Collections inprocessor
Jobs I applied for but didn't get:
teacher of disadvantaged children
a lot of shitty entry-level jobs
voting registration clerk
somebody's Mormon wife
Jobs I turned down:
TA at another university
Jobs I thought about doing:
high school teacher
special-ed teacher
Air Force
baker
nurse
dermatologist
religious studies scholar
Jobs I now think about doing:
baker
graphic designer
interior designer
John Updike scholar (as if I could ever defect to English!!)
public historian in a federal government agency
whatever it is that Annie in Annie Hall does
What I fantasize about doing:
award-winning tenure-track professor at a smallish private school in the Northwest
What I will probably end up doing:
impoverished roving adjunct professor
unemployed, living in a tent in my brother's backyard
I don't know why I think about these things- I suppose it's because I really love being a grad student but it is by no means a permanent gig (thank god). It hits me hard sometimes, like today when I was chuckling with a couple of guys about Brazilian history (those silly Portuguese!) and it's like, "Yes, lucky me, surrounded by such smart and curious people!" Or when I realize, as I am blathering to undergraduates about poop and the technological wondrousness of modern sewer systems and the governments that built them, that I know a damn lot about things. The present is indeed a gift.
13 January 2011
loss of momentum.
I appreciate that with my comprehensive exams, dissertation, and teaching my own classes, these rhythms stand to be disrupted as I transition from student and course-taker to researcher and teacher. Thank god. There's only so much filing left to do do, and I've got all these books left to read, and I keep scheduling meetings to give myself the illusion of productivity.
05 April 2010
bright spots stockpile, part 4.
With recommendations for seven books I should look into.
I know that the expectation isn't that I read them all, but that's the difference between being an undergraduate and a graduate student, I feel. I will read them all. My learning journey with this professor this semester has been so positive and enlightening and mind-stretching that I know the books will be useful and I want to go down that path. I am happy that I get to be here, learning from such nice, brilliant people. I am happy that I'm living a life where I can drop everything and race off to the library. I am happy to have work that is so blissfully consuming and challenging. I am happy, I am happy, I am happy.
*a paper that is a brief overview of a specific field-- like a multi-book book report, with more analysis.
14 July 2009
reflections on "the way 'we' live now."
So I've been mad because it's so out of control and as a homeless person I can't open the safety valve with a quick email to my elected representative (Utahns, do you know what your senior senator has been up to today?). Fortunately the Brooks column helped me to see a different side of things. He looks at Sotomayor's biography and says, yah, it's an awesome American story about civil rights coming a long way, but also, "It’s the upward mobility story — about a person who worked hard and contributes profoundly to society, but who also sacrificed things along the way."
Brooks then goes on to catalog Sotomayor's relationships throughout her life- an extended family as a child, mentors, friends, and a spouse as an adult. This was the part of the piece that really hit me. Excuse the lengthy quote:
"This isn’t the old story of a career woman trying to balance work and family. This is the story of pressures that affect men as well as women ... It’s the story of people in a meritocracy that gets more purified and competitive by the year, with the time demands growing more and more insistent.
These profiles give an authentic glimpse of a style of life that hasn’t yet been captured by a novel or a movie — the subtle blend of high-achiever successes, trade-offs and deep commitments to others. In the profiles, you see the intoxicating lure of work, which provides an organizing purpose and identity. You see the web of mentor-mentee relationships — the courtship between the young and the middle-aged, and then the tensions as the mentees break off on their own. You see the strains of a multicultural establishment, in which people try to preserve their ethnic heritage as they ascend into the ranks of the elite. "
Brooks concludes powerfully that in Sotomayor's story, "You see the way people not only choose a profession, it chooses them. It changes them in a way they probably didn’t anticipate at first.... You don’t succeed at that level without developing a single-minded focus, and struggling against its consequences."
Every time I read that quote, the tears come right into my eyes. I don't think I ever could have comprehended how consuming graduate school would be- the development of my single-mindedness was for me a somewhat painful process. It happened as soon as I started my program, as I confronted what it meant to miss my nieces' birthday and how little time and energy I had to manage the significant issues I had with my faith. It wasn't that those things quit mattering or that I became immune to the sting I felt from them, but like pioneers chucking stuff out of a wagon to lighten the load, I learned how to tune stuff out that wasn't right in front of me so I could handle the tasks at hand. I think that's been the craziest part-- somewhere between those heartrending first couple of months and the moment towards the end when moving east didn't seem like such a big deal because it felt like the only deal. It's still something that's constantly being reconciled, but I would say by and large, at some point the consequences stopped feeling sad and ultimately I've gotten to the point where doing what needs to be done so I can do what I want to do makes me really happy.
Nobody told me that that would happen.
(Brooks doesn't talk about the happiness element much, but that's what this article made me think about. Being successful isn't entirely about surrendering relationships as he runs the risk of implying, but man, you do learn how to become happy spending time with yourself).
05 May 2009
degree in a box.
What makes me vain and self-important is half wishing there would be a fight for my papers, like when Stanford got all pissed that Wallace Stegner left his papers to Utah. I know, I know, dream big...
01 December 2008
bicycle commuting reimbursement.
Bike commuters get tax breaks via the bailout!
I'm not entirely sure how it works, but for 20 bucks a month I am definitely on board. Though lucky for me, the ODT doesn't require much maintenance.
11 August 2008
business is good.
Anyways, it is nice to know that the work is out there if I want it. In the meantime I am learning how to do lots of business-y things, like setting up invoicing. Because I am my own unofficial small business. Because I am really that awesome. Yes, that's me, awesome.
28 May 2008
words of wisdom.
ED: Now remember my advice...
Me: Stay out of jail?
ED: No. Don't riot when you're alone, it's just undignified.
Noted. Best work grandpa ever.
11 April 2008
yay.
I can't tell you how relieved I am. My confidence had been in the toilet for the last week or two, but between a cool summer seminar opportunity I heard about yesterday (if I get accepted, my paper gets published in a book!) and this, I am feeling a lot better about the path I'm on. A lot less "wo to me, I might have to sell my ovaries to pay my student loans" and a lot more of the usual "behold the many innumerable opportunities before me!" (especially with significantly smaller student loans!) Yay!
I also found out that one of my work colleagues got funded at her top choice of the thirteen schools she applied to! It's possible! Dreams can be achieved! Yay!
So many good feelings today. Now I just have to get some work done (I need to milk this enthusiasm for all it's worth!) so I can go skiing tomorrow at Alta on a free pass! Yay for learning new things! For cheap! On the best snow in the world! Yay!
(excuse the absolutely off-the-hook exclamation points. I'm sure the misery laden somber ...'s will be back tomorrow :P )
08 April 2008
28 March 2008
why i'm glad i took chemistry. finally.
Really? Yes. I know, Mom, you remember all the tears. The panic attacks as I entered the classroom. Taking the final in my quiet paradise of my English teacher's planning period because I just couldn't handle it. The four chemistry teachers-- a long term substitute, a teacher returning from a nervous breakdown leave of absence, a student teacher, a finally normal teacher, and then the student teacher again when the normal teacher went on paternity. The sweating (yah, tmi, I know, but I had anxiety!) It was hell. It was the lowest grades I got in school, ever. I was pretty sure it was the end of my life as I knew it, the end of my self-confident easy learning skate through school. It took all I had left, made me gain ten pounds in Junior Mints, propelled me into a lazy senior year filled with crayons and ultimately, into community college, because I never, ever wanted to be that stressed out again* .
But yes, chemistry, I'm glad I took it. I am glad because as I sit here, trying to transcribe an oral history filled with a muddle of particles and helium and radon and six million electron volts, I am not entirely clueless. I don't care about it, it doesn't interest me, but I can at least understand what is being said by this eminent old theoretical physicist about the discoveries he made with another retired geriatric experimenter (which is, in and of itself, amazing that two eighty-eight year old men are still contributing to their field). Thank you, slew of inept teachers. Thank you, book that I threw across the room. Thank you, college prep classes, for not being as worthless as I thought you were.
*about which I have no regrets; my love for TCC is abundant.
10 March 2008
rides of march, part deux
Weather: Sunny, clear, light breeze.
Me: Riding my bike to the post office.
Knowing that I can bill The Man for my "work": Magnificent.
Really folks. I am convinced that it doesn't get any better than this.