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The comments to "Jane Bast, Undeterred" over at Invisible Adjunct are really good and astoundingly thoughtful -- particularly after Jane herself shows up and begins to ask questions. If you've any interest in grad school (either going, currently attending, or having been) I do recommend you stop by. It's the most thoughtful discussion of the subject I think I've seen (and I've seen a lot).
Writing boring posts is no fun. And I felt physically ill yesterday after trying not to think about things that worry me so I wouldn't be tempted to blog about them. (You know, I would not be all that surprised if I learned that Blogger and Typepad and all the rest have a satellite beaming "you must go blog now" rays at all of us.) Add in a visit to an online Tarot site (yeah, yeah -- but it's a Zen Tarot site) that had Every. Single. Card. turning up a "dare to be vulnerable and trusting" message, and I guess I'm back. Whee!
I hate the work I am currently doing now, namely scheduling students for classes. It is fussy and for each schedule that goes through smoothly there are five that do not. Only 43 more minutes to go...
Plus my upper back is tight and unhappy. I suspect I'm repressing stress and that's the only outlet it has at the moment.
Market research may be a good option for some post-academics.
According to the person I interviewed, it is a job that favors those able to collect, analyze and explain data. You need to be comfortable with people, whether potential consumers or clients. Being able to entertain both while collecting your data is useful.
Hours can be flexible, if you freelance, or you can opt for security, if you work in-house. Large industrial cities are the best places to find work. Interning and/or taking classes in the field or in advertising is a good idea.
Well, it seems an old friend has managed to piece together enough from my posts to figure out who I am (hi, J.R.). I haven't quite decided what effect this will have on this blog. On the one hand, what has made this blog worth writing is that the posts are real and, if not uncensored, at least an honest look into the ups and downs of my life. On the other, what makes it possible to do so is the comfort of anonymity and the concurrent implication that I won't have to deal with potential blowback in my actual life.
What J.'s discovery means is that I've been putting enough into these posts that someone I haven't seen in years and who I didn't tell about this blog was still able to figure out who I am in real life. Be prepared, therefore, if this blog becomes more impersonal -- I will still keep writing about things I care about and some daily activities, but I don't know if I want to keep posting my heart on my sleeve if I'm not able to prevent recognition by people who can directly affect me as me -- and J's email was a wake-up call that I'm not.
If you are reading something while listening to the radio, which gets tuned out? For me, text takes priority; if I see something I have to read it (or, more accurately, I do read it, with no conscious volition), while I find it pretty easy to ignore aural input (indeed, I often have to close my eyes in order to pay attention to purely audio input). In the worst scenarios I literally hear nothing while reading; I've gotten better over the years, but this provided my family with much entertainment and frustration when I was a kid.
So I'm wondering what other folks' experience with this has been. Thoughts?
It occurs to me that there may be a third category, that being people for whom touch is the primary sense. I can't speak to it personally, though.
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I remain astounded by the number of people who search using one-word phrases like "frog" or "ravens." Dang, people, how time-consuming that must be!
Even more astonishing: my blog is on page 2 at google for the first, page 1 for the second. Who'da thunk it?
A nice cup of tea
Goes a long way
When it is tipped
Off the edge of the table
Onto the floor
Where it bounces
When I am late for work.
Dear Self,
No matter how much you think you deserve to read some fun fiction mid-week before bed, don't. Or at least restrict yourself to short stories.
Oh, my head.
What's particularly pathetic here is that I "only" stayed up until midnight. Unfortunately, by Wednesday creeping sleep debt begins to catch up with me, so I can't really spare time for not-sleeping after 10pm. And then there was the neighbor's cat, who kept waking me up... all in all, last night was not a good night for sleep. Though this morning would have been great for snuggling in -- *sigh*
No comments for a while -- is everyone busy, or just bored?
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