i’m pretty happy…

…so let’s try to keep it that way. Like many of you, I’ve recently gone to such events as new faculty orientation sessions, “welcome back” breakfasts, and human resources workshops. I like it here. I have a bunch of new friends, many of them academics like me and many of them not. In response to the question Why did you leave your previous job?, I have two answers. One of them is longer and somewhat more complicated. The shorter one, which I like better is this: I’m a salt water fish, and that was a fresh water environment.

Inspired by Geeky Mom, here is my (admittedly general) working list of personal and professional aspirations for the coming year. I will probably update this a bit:

  1. In general, do what I want to do in my teaching, research, and service without worrying about whether it will get me tenure. This is paradoxically, I am convinced, the way to get tenure. If it isn’t, well, I’m not going to turn myself into something I am not (see “salt water fish” above). I haven’t done the random quotations meme, but I like this Emerson quote found at Julie’s: “Nothing great was ever achieved without enthusiasm.” If, in however many years, I am not tenured, then that’s the institution’s loss, and I’ll be on to something else.
  2. Be more disciplined about scheduling my time: writing, class prep, grading, teaching, service. Make use of iCal, my new Palm, all those self-help books on productivity. No tv and no Internet at home should help a great deal. I also want to create a long-term tentative calendar of goals and plot the way to achieve them.
  3. Get into the habit of not saying yes or no immediately.
  4. Pay better attention to my health. If my body is happy, my mind is usually happy.
    • Exercise regularly. Make it to the gym at least three times a week, and hopefully five. Take the classes at my gym: yoga, spinning Group Ride™, and Centergy™.
    • Eat well more often than not: complex carbohydrates, lots of fruits and vegetables, plenty of protein, plenty of water. Allow myself an ice cream cone or some Krispy Kreme donuts now and again.
    • Get plenty of sleep every night.
  5. Next spring, start looking for a place to buy here in Sparkle City. Now is the time, and there are plenty of cool, old homes within walking distance of the (surprisingly, for a town this small) happenin’ downtown.
  6. Stay single for awhile. If I meet someone who knocks me over with her wit, charm, and beauty…well, I just have to trust that I’ll know what to do. Otherwise, I plan to enjoy hanging out with friends.
  7. Go to New Orleans for Spring Break 2007 to help with the recovery effort.
  8. See as many musical performances as I can. Music makes me happy. Jeff Tweedy was great. I’m going to see Cat Power in Atlanta on September 12 with Scrivener. I think I’ll go see go to this show (featuring a friend of mine I haven’t seen in awhile) in Asheville on September 6. And there will be lots of acts to see at the Hub Bub Showroom.

Update: When I go to Kansas City next month, I’m going to get a black star tattooed on the outside of my right arm opposite the pen? that currently resides on the inside.

So what are your aspirations for the coming year?

the grad school dance

What do you want to be when grow up? An astronaut?
No.
A scientist?
Yes!
You’ll have to go to grad school for that, you know.
Is that where you learn how to dance?
No, it’s… Well, actually, yeah, in a manner of speaking. Can you show me your grad school dance?

grad.school.dance

i’m off to raleigh

Chuck and I are going to see Jeff Tweedy perform solo tonight. The last time I saw him perform (with Wilco in Manchester, England), he tossed a pick in my direction from the stage and then called me a “punter.”

In the following quote, Tweedy’s talking about music, but I think what he says applies to relationships of all kinds.

It’s so prevalent in a lot of people’s lives — this idea that it’s so hard to let go of anything, to the point where people just die…Neither person is doing anyone else a favor by staying together…There’s no reason whatsoever to keep it together if it’s not fun….You should be happy.

Tweedy’s Ghost Stories,” by Mark Binelli
(Rolling Stone Magazine)

So here’s to letting go, having fun, and being happy…

Update: Look! It’s Jeff Tweedy! (He didn’t look this small in real life.)

carnivales

Heads up, y’all, ’cause at some point today, History Carnival XXXVII will appear at Mode for Caleb. Update: Whoomp, as they say, there it is.

And on September 1, I’ll be hosting Teaching Carnival #11. Please tag any relevant entries or gmail me with the links: georgehwilliams. You can tag or send your own entries, or those written by others. I’ll repeat some of the things I wrote before

Any and all topics are welcome, but I thought I’d throw out a call for some specific things, too. Please do me two favors: post an announcement regarding TC #11 on your blog, and email a few bloggers you know who might be unaware of the Teaching Carnival series.

  1. What are you doing differently this year compared to last year? Why?
  2. What kind of preparation for teaching did you get in grad school? Was it adequate? What should have been done differently? How are you preparing the next generation of grad students for the classroom? How does the way you were taught affect the way you teach?
  3. What sorts of innovative writing assignments are you using? I am particularly interested in disciplines other than English, since I believe that writing should be a part of almost all courses. How do you evaluate your students’ writing? Do you use a rubric?
  4. Are your students engaged in service learning? What kinds of connections between the classroom and the community are you making?
  5. How does information technology figure into your teaching?

don’t look in the bag!!!

It occurs to me, in light of reading Alex Halavais’ persuasive post concerning the war on terror and its beneficiaries, that the whole point of this exercise is, in fact, not to look in the bag. As long as the contents of the bag remain a mystery, then the terror can be maintained and authority is not to be questioned. And if we can turn ordinary things like hair gel, sports drinks, and iPods into terrifying weapons, that’s better still.

Sir, you have to leave your bag in the car!
How come?
Blah blah blah war on terror blah blah blah.
But all I have in here is a water bottle and an iPod.
Aieeeeeee! Run for your lives!