No colloquy preparation is complete without a *large* glass of wine to accompany it.
Resume tip #1: ALWAYS save your resume as a pdf if you are submitting your application by email. I should not be able to edit your resume as a Word doc.
SERIOUSLY how do people not know this. It has to be PDF for you to be taken seriously, folks!
Not sur if srs. WHY DID NO ONE TELL ME THAT’S SO ANNOYING
This is true! Pass it on!!
This is one of those true things that I wonder if I haven’t clearly communicated to my students because *I* want to be able to edit their resumes to give them feedback…
If anything deserves day drinking, it’s celebrating my ABD status. I’m officially a doctoral candidate. Time to dissertate, but first to finish this Lost Cost Watermelon Wheat beer.
No colloquy preparation is complete without a *large* glass of wine to accompany it.
My home is officially listed although the photos haven’t been uploaded yet. Anyone want to buy a house in Mesa, AZ?
In other news, I finished my draft of a conference paper this afternoon in order to submit it for a student award. I’ve been working on it since I turned in my prospectus, and I’ve been cursing the distraction from my dissertation work (this paper is on a different set of texts than my dissertation). My colloquy on the dissertation prospectus is tomorrow morning, so I’ve been spending some time reacquainting myself with my proposal. While the texts may have been different, I’m beginning to think the method of this other paper may have been right in line with my major work. Maybe I haven’t lost as much time as I thought.
If all goes according to plan, I’ll be ABD tomorrow. I’m going to read through my prospectus a bit more and then try to take the rest of the evening easy. I have a big day tomorrow.
I posted awhile ago about getting my house ready to sell, and last week it looked like there was a major development on that front. All that progress came to a screeching halt this weekend, however, and now we’re left figuring out our best options moving forward.
Backstory after the cut:
Please be aware that if you are following me on Twitter under the username @PhDippides that my account has been hacked. I’m trying to fix that issue now (thanks to my sister for alerting me).
My other Twitter, @BChappelow, is still functional as usual.
This was meant to be a quick warm up, but it turned into a comic that I’ve wanted to draw for a while. This is something that is extremely important to me, and I appreciate it if you read it.
A while ago, I heard a story that broke my heart. A family went a cat shelter to adopt. The daughter fell in love with a 3-legged cat. The father straight up said “absolutely not”. Because he was missing a leg. That cat was that close to having a family that loved him, but the missing leg held him back. Why?!
Many people have the initial instinct of “nope” when they see an imperfect animal. I get it, but less-adoptable does NOT mean less loveable. 9 out of 10 people will choose a kitten over an adult cat. And those 10% that would get an adult cat often overlook “different” animals.
All I want people to do is be open to the idea of having a “different” pet in their lives. Choose the pet that you fall in love with, but at least give all of them a fair shot at winning your heart.
Don’t dismiss them, they deserve a loving home just as much as any other cat. They still purr, they still love a warm lap, they still play, they still love you. Trust me, next time you are in the market for a new kitty, just go over to that one cat that’s missing an eye and see what he’s all about!
Let me tell to you a thing.
This is Lenore. I first saw her in a little cage at the Petco I frequent (I used to take my parents’ dog in for puppy play time), and she looked like the grouchiest, old, crotchety cat in the world, and I fell instantly in love. She was cranky, she was anti-social, hanging out at the back of her cage. Her fur was matted because she wouldn’t let the groomers near her.
She was perfect.
But I didn’t have a place for her. I wasn’t living in my own space yet, and where I was, I wasn’t allowed cats. So I pressed my face to the bars of her cage and I promised that if no one had adopted her by the time I’d bought a house, I would come back for her.
I visited her every week for over six months while I looked for a house. At one point, they had to just shave her entire rear-end because the mats or fur were so bad. They told me she clawed the heck outta the groomer that did it, screamed the entire time, and spent the next two days growling at anyone that came near the cage.
A couple of weeks later, I closed on my house. I went back and I got an employee, and I said: “That one. I need that cat.”
They got the paperwork and the lady who ran the rescue that was bringing the cats in told me that Lenore (at the time, Lila) was 8 years old, had been owned by an elderly lady who had died, and brought in to a different rescue, who’d had her for six months on top of the time I’d been seeing her at Petco.
This kitty had been living in a 3x3’ cube for over a YEAR because she was older and “less adoptable.”
I signed the paperwork, put her in a cat carrier, and drove her to my new home. I had pretty much nothing; a bed, an old couch, a couple of bookcases, and a tank of mice I called “Cat TV”. I let her out of the carrier and onto my bed, and I told her “I told you I would come back for you when I had a place. It’s not much, but it’s yours too now.”
Lenore spent the next three days straight purring non-stop. She followed me around the house purring. Sat next to me purring. Slept next to me purring. Leaning into every touch, purring, purring, always purring. She still purrs if you so much as think about petting her. She’s amazing, and I love her.
So, you know, if you’re thinking about adopting, and you see a beast that others consider “less adoptable,” think about Lenore.
oh god sobbing forever
Shit. I am actually sobbing and trying to hide it from my kids right now.
I will reblog the crap out of every story that follows this comic.
Trying out a new hairstyle, which involved me spending way too much time in the bathroom trying to convince my hair to move in a new direction. I’m hoping that it will follow directions after I tame it a bit more.
I’m headed to Indianapolis tomorrow evening, and I’m already tired from all the events I’ll be attending. I get in at midnight and my first Thursday thing is at 6:30 a.m. (which is 3:30 Phoenix time); my last event for the day ends at 10 p.m. Here’s hoping there’s a Starbucks nearby.
It cracks me up when Bagheera lies like this. I’m jealous of his kitty napping, as I could go for a nap right now. Maybe some caffeine instead.
I’ve seen countless wars on Twitter and Tumblr about this from a range of different people, both comedians and non-comedians alike and I thought I would put in my two cents on this super polarizing debate cause that’s always a super smart thing to do on the internet. And everyone loves hearing a white male’s perspective on issues that have limited consequences on his life.
Not to go all 10th grade debate class on you, but I think the first important step is to define what constitutes a “rape joke” and also what do we mean by “okay”.
Is it reserved for any words designed to evoke laughter on the topic of sexual violence? Is a rape joke a joke that mentions the word rape?
For example, I love this John Mulaney joke. Would you consider it a rape joke?
Also by “Okay” do we mean “tasteful” or do we mean legally, or artistically permissible? I have seen this word range from meaning “Not cool” to “should be legally banned.”
It is gonna get muddy anyway you slice it up but here is how I see it, we live in a culture that is saturated in male violence (both physical and sexual) towards women. It is everywhere, constant and not showing signs of stopping. It’s like Kevin Hart. At first you may not notice it but once someone points it out to you… he’s everywhere! It’s apparent to me as a white privileged male, so I can only imagine the perspective of women who actually have to deal with that reality day in and day out -thinking about it in what clothes they wear, what parties they attend, what dates to go on, scheduling a plumber/maintenance man to come by the house, jogging in their neighborhood, even just walking to their car after work. It’s an equally heartbreaking and REAL aspect of female life and it sucks.
I think probably most “rape jokes” reinforce that culture. It’s usually done as a shock comedy effect. I once wrote a piece on laughter theory that explain why these dumb jokes actually get laughs. Most of these comics think they are being subversive and edgy by bringing up a taboo subject, when in actuality there is nothing more hackneyed and cliche then a white man with a microphone reinforcing a system that solely benefits himself. These comics in my opinion are usually blissfully unaware of anyone’s reality but their own, where rape lives solely on the Law and Order SVU shows they watch in their depressing apartments. In my opinion, they are awful and I am happy when people do not support them.
But there are “rape jokes” that can help shed a light on the shittiness of rape culture. Believe it or not, there are a lot of people who live in a world blind to rape culture, they need their eyes open and they are not picking up a Luce Irigaray book anytime soon. For example this joke by Louis CK actually helps dismantle rape culture. Is this an “Okay” rape joke? The Mulaney joke has actually changed the way I think about being out late at night around lone women. I will purposely not follow close behind a women walking alone late at night. That joke made me more aware that a man and a women walking alone at night live in two different worlds. But technically that joke is a rape joke.
I think it also has to do with the idea that comedy at its root is “just for laughs” and is a form that should avoid sad or serious subjects, which I just disagree with. Why should comedy be the only art form in the world that is barred from taking on serious subjects? I think forcing people to consider new perspectives in smart and clever ways are most important for the dark, sticky, things that no one wants to talk about. And who says jokes can’t be serious or effective in challenging beliefs or pointing out aspects in society that need to be changed? I believe no topics should be off-limit to any artist including comedians because we then lose the opportunity for discussion and the ability to satire real problems in our culture. That being said I don’t support comics who use rape or female violence jokes from a perspective that reinforces it for shock laugh. Not because it is “off limits” but because it’s lazy, not challenging, and shitty.
Okay, back to jokes.
*nervously waiting to be owned by a much smarter girl on Tumblr*
"Most of these comics think they are being subversive and edgy by bringing up a taboo subject, when in actuality there is nothing more hackneyed and cliche then a white man with a microphone reinforcing a system that solely benefits himself."
There is a special place in my heart for the Grand Canyon, and when I get stressed out or feel less than, I take a step back and think of this canyon, formed over millions and millions of years, a testament to the force of nature and the expansiveness of time, and my problems seem small; they seem manageable. If my problems or anxieties were tangible, they would be as a pebble tossed into the expanse of this natural wonder.
My first visit to the canyon was in September 2010, and I’ve posted about that experience before. Suffice to say, my first visit to the Grand Canyon saved my life, if not physical then assuredly spiritual and emotional.
I returned to the canyon just over a year later to run my first marathon. There, I taught myself that I can endure anything. I had, and I will continue to do so. Lungs burning, legs aching, I left so much doubt there again.
I returned to the canyon another year later, this time to share in the beauty of its wonder with Josh and my sister. It was an opportunity to share this special location with two of the most special people in my life. And when my sister brought her boyfriend to visit the next year, I returned with them.
This afternoon, I was working and my mind drifted to the canyon again. There’s plenty of stress in my life at the moment, but I looked at a photo I had taken of my special place, and I felt better. When I look at the canyon, I see a space where I can find peace, where I can find assurance that no problem is too big, that all can be endured. I look at the space, breathe, and remember that even though my lifetime is insignificant compared to the expanse of time the canyon has existed, I carry the strength of that canyon inside me. I can endure. I can thrive.
As I mentioned, I had an appointment yesterday at the campus health center to get a diagnosis. I think the doctor was looking for much more blatant symptoms of anything wrong, as all of my in-office tests were fine, and I think the fact that I wasn’t experiencing any wheezing made him hesitant to jump to any conclusions. However, I did get a temporary diagnosis of “bronchial spasms” and was given an albuterol inhaler to use before and after exercise for the next month. I’m supposed to make another appointment in a few weeks to give an update.
They didn’t want to diagnosis asthma yet, so they’re exploring how this treatment goes for now. They may run some pre-/post-exercise pulmonary tests next time if things are still unclear.
Yesterday was a rest day, but I left the house this morning to go for a run. My legs were feeling pretty heavy, and I never fell into a steady groove for my run, but my lungs felt pretty good, which was a nice change. The air quality in Phoenix was not great this morning, but I felt like I could still breathe deeply during and after my run. Plus no coughing fits afterward. So that’s definitely an improvement.