Archive for May, 2011

Connections

Today has been a good day.  It’s been a day of connections.

I had coffee this morning with a former boss actually, one of those rare experiences where Facebook actually brought me closer to someone pretty damn awesome.  We’ve chatted over email, comparing notes about life and struggles and changes.  We’ve talked on the phone.  But we hadn’t actually seen each other in 16 years.

That’s a long time.

Last night I had been thinking about where I was then – 1995 – just about to start classes at UCSC.  Fresh faced and oh-so-naive.  John was my “boss” at a local radio station where I was a news intern for the summer.  It was a great job – I got to write some quips that he would read on the air the next day and hang out at a radio station.  One of my best friends was working there at the time so I got to see him as well.

It was the perfect job for me at the time.

But I moved to Santa Cruz, and got lost in my university experience.  Not a bad thing – just the way things go sometimes.

I didn’t reconnect with John until he friended a friend on Facebook (the same one from that same radio station).  At first it was just one of those I-kinda-know-this-person connections.  Nothing serious.  Then he started a blog and I’m not ashamed to say his blog was part of the inspiration for me starting this one.

It’s fitting that we both love words and that’s really what connected us from the beginning.  He teaches now and he gets it and that’s awesome.  I knew seeing him today would be great.

But I didn’t expect it to have an awesome outcome.

I decided after I dropped him off at his symposium, that I would run a couple of errands up on campus.  I needed to return my graduation regalia by tomorrow and empty the last box out of my office.  I’ve had my office packed up for weeks and was dragging my feet about finishing, not yet ready to leave my university behind in such a final way.

As I was walking to the bookstore, I ran into one of my profs, one of my all time favorites, actually, and she asked me what I was doing about jobs, etc.  I told her how I was struggling and that with budget cuts even finding part time jobs was difficult.

I won’t go into the details but let’s just say . . . . it was a very good conversation and some good connections were made right there.

Had any moment of my day gone any differently . . . had I not met John for coffee or headed to campus to return my robes . . . had I not parked in metered parking so I could get my last box from my office . . . this connection wouldn’t have been made.

So I guess the moral of the story would be never underestimate how the words you use connect you to the people in your life.  You never know where the awesome might be found.

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Commencement

When I got married, a friend of mine said that every wedding she to went to after reminded her of her own wedding and all the reasons why she got married.  She said it was a lovely way to reconnect to your partner and your past.

I didn’t have much of a chance to experience this with my marriage, mostly because things started to fall apart so quickly after the wedding.  But I did have that experience this weekend as I participated in my last graduation ceremony.

This ceremony was different for me for many reasons.  Yes, because it was for my Ph.D. and it’s the last degree I will be getting. The three of us getting doctorates laughed in unison and said, “No, oh no!” when during rehearsal one of the organizers said we may graduate again.

No, I am pretty sure this is THE LAST ONE.

Sharing the stage with my own students was a once in a lifetime experience.  I was so proud to be able to cheer my own students across the stage.  I felt a certain level of satisfaction in my own walk across the stage and my big, puffy doctoral sleeves.  But the real joy for me was seeing my students succeed in their own endeavors.

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But this isn’t what I intended this post to be about.  Putting my regalia together, I played back all the many moments I’ve participated in commencement, walked across a stage and shaken hands with people I don’t know.  I remembered my high school graduation and the slick red polyester robe that I wore, how my friend, David, had made us comedy and tragedy masks to wear on the top of our caps.  In homage to David, I made my own cap topper this time.

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It dawned on me sometime during this insanely busy and exciting day that it’s called “commencement” for a reason.  For each of us, it was a new beginning.  I’ve never felt that way before, regardless of the other ceremonies I’ve participated in.  This felt new and different.  Scary and exciting.

And happy.

For the first time since the defense, I felt happy about finishing the dissertation and moving on.  Some really smart person somewhere said “timing is everything.”  Getting the news about my summer job being cut two days after defending my dissertation sent me into a downward spiral, panicking about the future and worrying myself into a pretty heady depression.

And yes, some things have shifted – I’ve had  a couple of job interviews and I have some prospects on the horizon.  Maybe that was all I needed to be able to acknowledge my own success – the prospect of *something* on the horizon other than the job search.

I’ve talked about my struggles accepting happiness, shifting my outlook from having sadness and disappointment as my life long companions.  Finishing the Ph.D. shifted me back into that place of doubt, that place where I found comfort in disappointment and heartache.  Commencement – my true beginning – shifted me back out again and reminded me I have lots of reasons to be happy.

I have a loving partner.

I have great friends.

And I have a shiny degree that I worked my ass off for.

Life is good.

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(mostly) Unedited

I had an interesting revelation last night when I was thinking about this blog.  I realized I never keep drafts here.  I pretty much write and publish just what is on my mind.  I set out an amount of time (often in conjunction with Silent Writers or other online writing groups like Reverb10) and I just get out what’s batting around in my head.

And that single thought was amazingly liberating.

As an academic, I scrutinize every word I produce, considering the political impact of phrasing and word choices.  I carefully construct my critiques of other people’s work so that I demonstrate my knowledge on the subject, and how my work contributes to an already ongoing conversation.  I often worry.  Sometimes, I fret.

The whole process is bothersome.

Especially considering the end result is considered by an incredibly small group of people.  Matt Might demonstrated this concept with a stunningly accurate visual representation here.  His main idea, though, was to help Ph.D. students keep their heads as they work on their projects.  This is an important point, and one that helped me put the whole thing in perspective as I finished.

But what I’m thinking about now is all those little dots, all those arrows that push on the boundary of what we know.  Who is paying attention to all those arrows?

Chances are the only people paying attention are people with arrows of their own.

I’m not saying this like it’s a bad thing – it’s the way the academy works.  Do I think it’s time for a change?  Yes, absolutely and I think the change is coming.  It’s slow but it’s coming along.

But for now, I am going to focus on the writing I do in this space, where I can “think out loud to myself” and consider all the crazy ideas that pop into my head on a semi-daily basis.

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Poem – The Indeterminable Weight of the Blank Page

The Indeterminable Weight of the Blank Page

Staring at the blank page I wonder
Where to begin
The whiteness of it confuses me
So I start to identify colors
Blue shadows slink like clouds
Red flecks of lint like birds float
My thoughts roam with them
Past the edge of the page and out the window
Landing on a boulder littered with white spirals of moss
…………….. just
…………………. out
……………………… of
………………………… reach.

A small bird, a yellow finch lands on the boulder
And plucks my red linty thought up like a cracker
Swallows it whole and flies away
I stumble from my chair, determined to follow
Knowing the single thought
That flew away under another’s control
Was the one I needed to mark the white with black
The letters when strung together create the magic I have always loved

Tripping over my pink fuzzy slippers –
I knew they’d be the death of me
When I plucked them from the mass of red Christmas boxes
A little bit of luxury for the writer
As she sits arguing with the tabula rasa –
“Give me that back!” I yell out the window
And the bird winks from a distance
Smiling like the Cheshire cat
All-knowing and aware of the chaos created
By a simple snack

So I start over
Turn my attention back to the page
No longer blank as these words cascade down it
…………….. landing
…………………. safely
……………………… home.

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