Archive for October, 2007

And the light emerges

admin October 24th, 2007

Profgrrrl posted this professional fantasy today

“My current fantasy*
• The cleaning fairies show up and make everything spotless.
• The organizational fairies show up and do things like file, punch holes and stick things in binders, clean up the desktop of my computer, enter things in EndNote, etc. etc.
• I don’t have to show up to the office for a month.
• I wake every morning, go for a walk or jog, read at ‘bux for an hour or two with a cup of tea, and then write in my home office all afternoon. I write into the evening, too, because I simply cannot pull myself away from the work that interests me so much.
• I only receive social, informational, and intellectually stimulating emails.
• NO MEETINGS!
• My data analysis software does everything I want it to do, and more.
• I get enough sleep each night.
• I feel brilliant.

*professional/non romance personal version”

And I found myself completely agreeing, though of course I am no prof. I also found myself thinking, “Yep, that’s why I want to be a science writer. Most of this will come true for me.” Of course I am well aware that the grass is always greener etc etc, but really many of these issues are what are pushing me for a career change. I want to be my own boss. I want the ability to choose what I write about and investigate. When one topic begins to bore me, I want to move to something else. I want to be constantly learning. I want to be able to do something else one day if I like. I only want to go to meetings that I want to go to. I want to be able to work from home or a coffee shop if I wish. I want to set my own hours so that I can sleep when I need to.

In other words, I am SO EXCITED about the possibility of a change.

I had a great long talk with one of my advisers yesterday. I just walked into his office and started asking questions. This is one thing that I really value about this adviser. Not once has he told me he was too busy to talk, or tried to hurry it up so that he could go somewhere or do something else. Not that the man isn’t busy. The man works like a horse, but I can always talk to him. He was very honest with me. He told me all the negative things about his career, a career he loves. He told me about how he has seen it change since he started. He told me that of course he wants his students to become professors because he thinks it is a great job, and he would like to have a network of his protégés out there working.

But, he told me, you have to really want it. You have to work to beat out the other people, and you have to make sacrifices. I know this. I have observed it. It was nice, though, to hear it from him. Of course I wouldn’t have to be a professor at a large research university, but I also know that smaller universities come with their own set of problems. And though I don’t dislike teaching, I am not sure that I would want to devote my career to it. I admitted to him my interest in science writing, and he was very encouraging. It was great. Now I have an ally when talking to my other adviser, which should make it much easier. And I also have a little bit more confidence.

All in all, yesterday was a very good day. I think today just might be a good day too.

How do I tell my adviser I no longer want what he wants for me?

admin October 19th, 2007

After much angst, self reflection, book reading, internet surfing, and conversations with my husband, I am pretty sure that science writing is the way I want to go. I entered graduate school with the goal of becoming a tenure track professor at a large research university, a goal enthusiastically supported by my advisers. They continue to have this goal for me, although they warn that my publication list will need to be bulked up if I ever really want a good job.

This is something that I am well aware of, and something that used to make me question my worth as a researcher, but now I just can’t seem to get too upset about it. I am taking my lack of hysteria as another indication that my goals might have changed. My advisers want me to try for a postdoc with another big name research star, thinking that I will gain another valuable contact, and also that this star lab will help me boost my publication record. They probably also feel that such a place might motivate me to work more. What they don’t know about my low publication list is that it reflects many months of desperate self-doubt and depression, followed by an increasing understanding that I really don’t want to do this anymore.

The thing is that if I really wanted to, I could probably do exactly what they say and end up “successful” with a tenure track job at one of the top universities. Though my number of publications might be small compared to the people here, they have won awards, and I have a few things in the pipeline right now that should yield very good results before I leave. I continue to look through postings, and I have found what would a few years ago have been very exciting advertisements, but I just cannot get myself to apply. First of all, that publication list would probably put me out of the running, but even if I were to get a fellowship, I have serious doubts that I would accept it.

So now what I need to do is to tell my advisers that the path I started on when I first came here is no longer the one I think that I am on now. I need to tell them that their time and energy trying to guide me to what they thought I wanted will not be used in the way they thought. There is a recent article in The Chronicle in which a professor describes students who change their career goals as dishonest and a waste of time. Like many of the posters in the forum there, I think this woman has a severe misunderstanding of her role as adviser, and needs to consider that her students are adults, that people change, and that tenure at an R1 university is not the only way to claim success. Still, I feel like I will be a disappointment to my advisers who had such high hopes for me in academia, and who were so personally invested and excited about my future career.

One of my advisers, when I had thought that I wanted to go into business told me “gold will shine brightly no matter what it is fashioned into” which I took as a great compliment. I hope he still feels this way. I think that he will be supportive of my choice, but deep down I know that he wants all his students to go on to be professors, and it is those with these goals that he cares for the most. I am worried that when I tell him my new goals, I will meet with some kind of subconscious bias on his part, and I will not receive as much advice, consideration, and help with my graduation plans. Not that I really get that much advice anyway, but I sure do cherish what I get.

My other adviser is usually a little easier to talk to, but he has been on the warpath recently about my publication record. It is as though he stuck his head up, realized that I was to graduate soon, and completely freaked out. There is little I can do about this in the time I have left here other than to finish up the projects I am working on and publish them. Several I think are very good, but he is not impressed and so constantly reminds me of upcoming due dates for which I lack data. I have already lost sleep on this so his pressure really isn’t helping. As far as my long term goals, I breeched the subject of science writing with him recently, and he told me, “Well that doesn’t sound like much fun.” I am ashamed to say that I completely folded and didn’t say much more about it. Later I emailed him something relevant, and he wrote back a disparaging “What is it about estrogen that is attracted to this?” I am hoping he meant it as humorous.

I wrote back that although by nature I tend not to align well with other women, I was guessing that there are several both nature and nurture reasons why women may be attracted to these opportunities. I wrote that I would guess that there are a number of women who have received advanced degrees looking to do something else and see this as a good opportunity. I told him that according to the statistics I read, women in science continue to leave academia for many reasons, and they have to go somewhere. Choices are industry, marketing and sales, teaching at a lower level, policy, patenting, and writing. Since industry poses many of the obstacles and downsides that academia does (and by these I mean both those that only affect women, and those that affect all professors), there are fewer women in industry compared to other disciplines, but the disparity isn’t as large. Plus, with writing, there is the opportunity to freelance, and is not geographically restrictive, i.e. good for children.

Personally, I told him that it looked to me that I would be my own boss, could learn about new things constantly, get to meet interesting people, get to be creative on a daily basis, and could use it as a springboard to many other opportunities. I would not have to worry about moving all over the place, and wouldn’t stress about tenure or grants. I’d get to think about science all day and I would get to write. Since these are many of the things that also attracted me to academia, it seems natural that when I am sick of the lab, it looks pretty tempting.

Does this seem to you like someone who “just can’t cut it” in academia, or someone who is just looking for something easier so that she doesn’t need to work so hard? I have thought and thought about this issue, but I worry that these are the conclusions my advisers will come to when I tell them.

I long to “come out” to my advisers, since I value honesty, am awful at lying, and figure that they are there to help me whatever choice I make, but I also fear what may happen if I tell them what I want. I need to graduate and I would like to have some support in the next year to help me do that. I have seen what has happened to students who lost the respect of my advisers, and it is not pretty. I do not want to be this student. I need glowing letters of recommendation from both of them. It is just that I need to figure out how to mask the fact that they are for science writing, not R1 fellowships I am applying for.

So, I just don’t know what to do. I think about these things every. single. day. Science writing is the only thing that I have been able to get excited about since I starting thinking about what I want to do. I get animated and happy when I think about it. Here in the office or the lab, I feel bored and helpless. I have to force myself into the lab to get something real accomplished every day. I am hoping that maybe soon I will get pregnant, and I will be able to use this as an excuse to “slow down” my science career. At any rate, I need to tell them. I’m just not sure how.

A great way to get grad students into the lab

admin October 19th, 2007

For the past several days there have been men running around our building doing some kind of remodeling. I am not sure exactly what this remodeling entails, but they tell me that at the end we will have new improved fabulous beautiful lab space. In the grand scale of things, this is a good development, because it means that the period of obscene overcharging, regulatory setbacks, and just pointless time wasting is over, and they are finally going to convert some of the unused classrooms in the building into something useable.

However

Right now as I write this, my feet are vibrating, and I am listening to the deafening sound of, well, I don’t know. It’s not quite a drill, and not quite a saw, but something that vibrates alternately at a low enough frequency to shake my body, and a high enough pitch to permanently ruin my hearing. Then after several minutes of this, there is loud banging, followed by more of the awful vibrating. I don’t know how the guy down there stands it, because I at least have the floor to shield me from the sound, and I am about to put in those earplugs I popped into my purse a while back after not needing them in the plane. One of my colleagues has just left, saying that he just can’t take it anymore. I had considered ditching my office to go do something downstairs in the lab, but it occurred to me that this obnoxious noise (which by the way I am sure is way above the OSHA allowed decibel limit) might possibly be even worse down there in the basement.

Which is better?

admin October 16th, 2007

These are some things I sometimes think about without ever really finding a great answer. Any thoughts?

Buy an expensive eco-friendly shirt for your kid, or buy a cheap one and give the extra money to a homeless guy?

Give money to your church to help fix the broken steeple, or send that money to a charity for hungry children?

Spend billions of dollars to fund cancer research in your country, or a few million to save thousands of starving and displaced refugees in another country?

Try become completely eco-friendly in your own house, or use some of that time money and energy to help convince other people to adopt new practices in theirs?

Give a homeless man $100, or give $100 to United Way (or other trusted organization).

Protest the right to speech, or protest the right not to be degraded by speech?

Devote your life to a career you enjoy, or devote your life to a career that will make a huge impact?

Strive for excellence, or strive for balance? Happiness during this life, or legacy after?

Eat an unwashed apple, or a bag of potato chips?

Random musings from a few weeks ago

admin October 16th, 2007

I don’t know why I didn’t post this when I wrote it. I am remedying that now.

So I am guessing that if anyone had been browsing through this thing, they have long stopped by now, owing to my complete lack of activity. It is not that I forget about my blog. No, in fact I visit most every day to click on my sidebar of links so that I can go and read everyone else’s successful series of posts. Reading is so much easier than writing, really. And I know what’s been going on with me. So what’s up with you?

But I started this thing to write. If all I wanted to do was click on links there are much easier ways to organize. And I can’t help appreciating those people who usually update once (sometimes twice!) a day. So, here is what is going on with me:

- Polictics! Yay! It appears that W Bush may be making history as one of the most disliked (and I think worst) ever Presidents. Thank you. Finally the rest of the country is wising up. I think the poor man really wanted to do good things, he just has no idea how. Don’t blame me – I voted, but not for him. On the upside, I don’t really think that we can do worse no matter who gets elected next. On the downside, it is going to take a while to get over the damage he has done to the country for 8 (8!!) years. Feel free to disagree. Apparently, though if you do, you will be in the 35 or so percent minority.
- Religion. I don’t like it. The God Delusion is a fantastic book. Go read it to learn why I don’t tend to like religion. I have plenty of religious friends, but there are just so many reasons why we don’t need it and why it can be detrimental. As a scientist I also just cannot understand what the beef is with evolution. If there is anything that we really have plenty of evidence for, it’s evolution. Get over it. Start arguing about gravity or something. Gravitation is a “theory” too.
- What do I want to do with my life? I have no idea. It changes daily. I keep coming back to the professor thing. Sometimes I think I want to be an architect, but I gather that life is still not all fun and glory. I hope to be soon meeting some successful happy professors who will tell me how they do it, how much they love it, and why I should do it too. And we will all live happily ever after, the end.

My inner feminist considers weddings

admin October 11th, 2007

After having just attended a wedding, the symbolism of the common traditions has been on my mind. Weddings are all about symbolism. There is the lighting of two candles to make one. There is the never-ending ring. There is the first walk back down the isle as Mr. and Mrs. These are nice traditions, I mean, if you buy into that sort of thing. And even the most anti-sentimentalist can usually suspend the gag reflex at a wedding. But after having attending probably a dozen weddings, I still have a problem with how many of the traditions still blatantly symbolize a woman as property. Check it out:

The white dress – At one time symbolizing virginity, without which the man was not obligated to continue with the contract no matter the circumstances, the white dress is still used by tradition. Although I think that a bride should be able to choose whatever color she wants, (red? Great! Orange? You betcha!) white and variations thereof tend to be quite flattering and the ties to virginity have largely been lost, so whatever. I can deal with the white dress. But please, don’t expect me to join in your disapproval of the colored flowers on the bodice. Go gossip to someone else if you don’t want to hear my opinion.

The giving away of the bride – Hello? Why is her father “giving” her away? What the hell is up with this? She is not property to be given away to another man. Nobody gives her. She is not being given. She is not being bought. She is deciding to permanently hook up with this guy up front. Yet, even the most forward thinking brides continue to be “given away.” Maybe they don’t even stop to think about what it symbolizes. But they should. If there is any time when people should be thinking about symbolism it should be at a wedding ceremony. The whole “tradition” argument is weak to me too. Back before women could vote, keeping them from the polls was tradition too. How about the “tradition” of checking the sheets after the honeymoon night? Want to do that one too? I didn’t think so. I can completely see wanting to involve parents in a wedding. It is a big deal. It symbolizes a transition to adulthood. I get this. Why can’t the bride walk up with both her parents? Why can’t she walk up by herself and give them both a big “goodbye” hug? Why is there still the “who gives this woman” section in the speech? If the preacher had accidentally sprung this at me on my wedding, I would have spoken up with an exasperated, “Nobody!” The giving away stinks of ownership to me. I don’t like it.

The taking of his name – Back when women were property, their names were legally changed to give witness to the transfer of the property from father to the husband. Let’s pretend the bride is a chicken. It used to be Smith’s chicken, but now it is Ander’s chicken, so we’ll call it Mrs. Chicken Anders. That way, there is no mistake as to who the chicken belongs to. Well, we are not chickens, and we are no longer the husband’s or the father’s property (if we ever REALLY were), so why is name changing still so common? Why don’t the men also change their names? I can understand from the point of view of the family. It does get a little confusing when the parents have different names from the child. But I can’t understand why it is just assumed that the woman will change her name. Wouldn’t it make more sense if the two just got together and decided which one they liked best? Or if they can’t decide come up with something new, or an amalgam? I mean, Mrs. Anna Dick and all her children could have been saved a lot of teasing if everyone had taken her maiden Stevenson, or adopted Dickerson. Poor Mary Christmas, and Anita Bath. Did it never cross their minds not to adopt these horrible names? Automatically taking the name of the man is in effect saying that the male line of the family is more important. It is an unstated transfer of power and ownership to the husband, and that just isn’t right, or true. So why are we still doing it?

The asking the father for permission to marry – Man, it just rubs me the wrong way. Again, I understand that the fiancé wants to make a good impression with the parents. I also understand that it is a big deal to any child’s parents when they get married. But asking permission? From the father? Again the whole idea smacks of male ownership. It would be much preferable to me if the husband sat down with the two parents, told them his wishes, and then stated that he hoped they would eagerly and happily accept him into the family, while on the other side of town the daughter was doing the same thing in front of his family. Wouldn’t that be nicer? Wouldn’t that be a way of showing respect to the parents without minimizing both the status of the mother and the soon-to-be wife? I am all about respect but this tradition disrespects the bride, her mother, and really, the parents of the groom. Shouldn’t his parents have a say in the matter too? Oh wait, he’s not THEIR property like she is, so it’s OK. Ick.

Don’t even get me started on the “serving the husband” part of the vows. Fortunately, I don’t hear that one too often these days.

Open letter to the guy I cut off in traffic this morning

admin October 11th, 2007

Dear young guy in the white oxford driving the black SUV.

I totally cut you off in traffic this morning, and I’m sorry. I was an asshole.

There was a long line of cars at the light to turn left, and I bypassed them thinking that I would go down and turn around. That is until I saw the very small space in front of your car, and made a snap decision to very rudely just shove my car’s ass right over. You had probably already waited through two lights just to get to that spot. You probably had to brake to keep from hitting me. I know you were pretty pissed because I watched you throw your hands up and yell something at me in my rear view mirror. Yup, I deserved that. Cutting you off was a totally asshole thing to do. I hate people who do things like that. I didn’t even have a good reason. I wasn’t late to an important appointment. There was no emergency. I wasn’t half asleep or in some personal crisis. I just acted like a total jackass.

If it makes you feel any better I felt guilty about cutting you off all morning. I still am worried that you will turn out to be one of my neighbors and I will see you every morning from now on. I also know that your route to work is very similar to mine, since you followed me most of the way in this morning. Thank you for not driving right up on my ass after I cut you off, even though I would have deserved it. If I could write you a note or buy you a drink or something I would, but then you’d know who I was for sure, and my one hope of you forgetting all about it would die forever.

If my worst fears come true and you do happen to be my neighbor, please keep my guilt in mind before you decide to retaliate by say, teasing my dogs, or shooting a bb gun at my windows. Because I might want to retaliate if someone cut me off like I did you this morning. And that would be a totally asshole thing to do.

Yours Truly,

Normally conscientious driver chick

Baby or Career? Internet fairy, where are you?

admin October 6th, 2007

Well internet, I pose to you a question. Should I have a baby, or should I start my new career?

Really, I suppose the question is more nuanced than this. Really it is, should I go ahead and try to get pregnant now so that I can have a baby this summer, a perfect time when my family would be more able to help, a perfect time when I (hopefully) will have just graduated and so will be wanting to take off and reevaluate anyway, a perfect time because my brain is telling me almost daily that really I want to be pregnant already, a time my husband and I have been planning for months. OR. Or should I plan on being accepted into these incredibly exciting internship opportunities (not near home) that could be huge stepping stones on my way to branching out into a new career, a career that comes with a huge learning curve, acknowledge that a pregnancy, or worse a new infant would make that experience much more difficult if not impossible, and once again try putting off this huge life development? Of course it could happen that I could try to get pregnant now and it would take a while. It could also happen that I could put off having a baby just to be rejected from every program that I am hoping for. But I can’t plan for that. I have to plan as if I know what I am doing. The problem is that I have no idea what I am doing.

Can you do an internship i and be pregnant or breastfeeding? Even more pressing can you do one, possibly unpaid, most likely geographically separated from your income producing husband? I am thinking it would be almost impossibly difficult. I hate this. People ask why young women inherently have a more difficult time gaining high powered careers than men. I am mid-upper 20s. This is the time. This is the time for both career and family, and doing both right now just seems impossible. This is the reason. Internet, what do I do?

Random story - mostly true

admin October 4th, 2007

The scene: Italy, on the coast of the Mediterranean. In a lovely clean hotel room with view of the lapping turquoise waves. A woman is dressing in front of a full length mirror.

Woman: (Thinking) I think I might have gotten some loose powder on my black shirt. I’ll need to dust it off. What can I use? Oh, there is a pile of old clothes. I’ll just grab something and dust it off of me.

She makes dusting motions on her chest and something dark flies to the ground.

Woman: (Again thinking) That’s odd. I wonder what that is. I wish I had my contacts in so that I could better see this thing. It looks kinda like a dead bug. Gross. But it’s pointy. Unlike any bug I’ve ever seen.

She peers down at the object. Her face is almost touching it

Woman: (To her husband) Honey! I think there was some nasty dead bug in our clothes. It looks very odd. Like a roach, but pointy…AAAHHHHHHHHHHeeeee!!!

The dark thing runs for cover, showing the unmistakable triangular shape of a scorpion

Woman: SHIT! It’s a SCORPION! I didn’t know they had those here. Why didn’t they tell me they had those here?

Husband: Well, I guess they forgot to tell you at the border

Woman: Well they should. Damn. I could have wiped that thing across my neck.

Husband: Exactly.

Did you know there were scorpions in Italy? Well, there’s one less now.

In which I bitch and moan

admin October 4th, 2007

In the interest of providing a more accurate portrayal of my day to day life in PhD gradschoolland I have decided to try and update more regularly. I feel that I should portray both the positive and negatives of the experience, so I apologize ahead of time for the complain fest about to occur. But not too much.

So I need some data. Really really badly. The thing is, I need to get the equipment to work properly and/or some tricky thing to work correctly to get it. Not so easy. The adviser is breathing down my back and I’m losing sleep over it. Anyone have any data that they aren’t really needing? Anyone? Didn’t think so.

I find it interesting that a good quarter of my group is also here tonight, right around 10:30. This didn’t use to be so. In the not too distant past when I was here past dinner time I was usually one of the only people. Perhaps this has to do with the emails my adviser has been sending out, hinting that people need to put in a minimum of 60 hours a week in the lab. Perhaps they need data too. Or maybe they are having a good time hanging out. Certainly does sound like it sometimes. I can’t understand what they say since 90% of the group is non-English speaking but I can’t believe it is all work going on around me. It’s a foreign boys club around here. Sigh…