tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1830638001537958072024-03-13T23:11:44.397-07:00Dissertation Under ConstructionA girl, a blog, some crafts, and one day, a dissertation.Eileenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10165692458130517925noreply@blogger.comBlogger80125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-183063800153795807.post-12181234347738299712012-01-12T10:37:00.000-08:002012-01-12T10:37:54.308-08:00Mourning books<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xhltW66Ngdc/Tw8lVcQCGiI/AAAAAAAAAY0/RkfFmA8TCCk/s1600/Blog+Pictures+053.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xhltW66Ngdc/Tw8lVcQCGiI/AAAAAAAAAY0/RkfFmA8TCCk/s640/Blog+Pictures+053.jpg" width="480" /></a></div><br />
While the move over all went well, the lead up was horrible. We had a tiny tiny budget for the move, since J didn't have steady work when we moved, so we piled everything into the cars and what didn't fit got mailed. Besides gas, we ended up spending about 280 on mailing all of our books. Because of the cost, and because most of the boxes of books had to be carried so much, we were pretty aggressive about getting rid of books before the move. That meant agonizing and agonizing over what to get rid of and what to keep. We ended up getting rid of quite a lot, but nothing we're sad about losing. <br />
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What I am a little sad about, and what still makes me feel a little unsettled in the house and in my writing, is that the Post Office lost two boxes of our books, one box personal and one box professional. We had trouble for a while figuring out exactly what was missing (in order to file a claim) because 1. it was the holidays 2. we hadn't had all the boxes delivered yet, so it was impossible to know what was missing and what was just in the mail and 3. we own more than 300 books and don't use all of them every day, so the missing ones kind of blended in. The Post Office seems to be working hard to track down our boxes, but what makes me a little unsettled in my writing is that I usually write with a stack of relevant books on my desk. I don't always read them, or really even look inside them, but it's just become part of my method to build a little fort out of the books I'm talking to in whatever I'm writing and then write. Maybe this just all goes to how much a creature of habit and stuff I am, but I want my book fort back.Eileenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10165692458130517925noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-183063800153795807.post-75633402218533597052012-01-10T10:43:00.000-08:002012-01-10T10:43:53.069-08:00RBOC: Self Distraction<ul><li>It is much easier to do academic tasks which are not writing when there is writing to be done.</li>
<li>Cutting down a big piece of writing to fit length requirements for writing samples for grant applications is easy to start but agonizing to finish: no matter how many times I do it, I always think before I begin that it will be easy because I'll just skim and cut out the junk, and then spend way too long arguing with myself about whether to leave something in and then get side tracked into looking at my research files and end up not cutting anything.</li>
<li>A friend who is self employed and works alone says: I hate arguing with that jerk out in the shop because he always wants to do things the hard way and he always wins. </li>
<li>[An aside: this friend is your go-to guy if you want a historical bucket made. If you've watched Pirates of the Caribbean, Deadwood, or Hell on Wheels, or been to Jamestown or Plimoth Plantation and seen a bucket, he made it.]</li>
<li>The jerk I work with wants to endlessly go through research files instead of actually writing, and is winning right now.</li>
</ul>Eileenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10165692458130517925noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-183063800153795807.post-27424867803062614872012-01-05T12:13:00.000-08:002012-01-05T12:13:00.970-08:00Freelancing sucks, but is ok sometimes<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/slimcoincidence/466515713/" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;" title="Pipe Dreams installation in the lobby by Krista76, on Flickr"><img alt="Pipe Dreams installation in the lobby" height="500" src="http://farm1.staticflickr.com/223/466515713_d6447a7141.jpg" width="375" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">As <a href="http://dissertationunderconstruction.blogspot.com/2011/12/were-here.html">previously mentioned</a>, the job that J had just after moving to Snowy State dried up just in time for the holidays. He's still technically on staff there, but they have no hours for him since the theater has no shows starting until February. But this is why we moved back to Snowy State instead of jumping with both feet into some place totally new and distant--a couple of weeks pounding the arts/humanities pavement in Snowy City landed him an awesome short-term contract building exhibits at Large Regional Museum, with just the right timing to let him go back to First Theater if LRMuseum decides not to renew his contract. I'm hoping they do renew, because staff gets free tickets and it's one of my favorite museums in Snowy State.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">I don't think either J or I really realized how tenuous either of our employment situations would be when we started dating. Our parents are in fairly stable fields--they all experienced the shadow of layoffs, but they all found jobs before leaving college and were able to buy houses within a few years of graduating. Partly it's a factor of the fields we've entered (J and his sister, me and my brother are all in arts or non-profit fields vs the medical and science fields our parents and grandparents are in), but talking to everyone this Christmas, I think we all thought the model of "land a job senior year of college or last year of grad school, buy a house two years later" was the model that we were going to follow also. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">We've none of us (that is, me, J, and our siblings) had a hard time finding work so far, but it's not the kind of work that's familiar to our parents--we work contract to contract, seasonally, sometimes having to move around the country for work or partners' work. And I don't think it's going to change, at least for us, for the foreseeable future. From talking to our parents, their periods of tenuous employment were in their teens and college years, but ours are probably going to go into our thirties or at least late twenties, part of the <a href="http://dissertationunderconstruction.blogspot.com/2011/04/on-funding-waiting-and-nesting.html">unfortunate extension of adolescence</a> in this country.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">The move to Snowy State and the craziness of dealing with J being a freelancer has been stressful, but at least we're in a large regional center, with family support and lots of job opportunities. I'm planning on going on the academic market next year, and while I'm not looking forward to it, at least it won't be our first time at the rodeo with the horrible application and interview and disappointment process.</div>Eileenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10165692458130517925noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-183063800153795807.post-29829761396391792002012-01-04T12:05:00.001-08:002012-01-04T12:05:47.317-08:00Getting back in the writing box<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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1. Clean Christmas off the desk<br />
2. Stare at Pinterest<br />
3. Get crackers<br />
4. Chase cat off desk<br />
5. Make nest for cat on desk<br />
6. Open chapter file<br />
7. Reinstall bibliography software<br />
8. Put cat back on desk nest<br />
9. Reinstall wordprocessor software<br />
10. Get more coffee, stare at Pinterest<br />
11. Take nap with cat on couch<br />
12. Give up on actually writing, transcribe research photos instead<br />
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I'm trying to get back into the swing of writing daily, which is tough coming out of the move-and-holiday induced torpor, and looking at leaving town again soon for research travel. The cat desk nest actually helps with this, because the cat only sits at the desk for as long as I do.<br />
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Christmas was good, if hectic, because I rush between three different celebrations for my side of the family and then J and I rush out of state for his family Christmas, and we're only just back now, and still not all unpacked. <br />
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Not much Christmas baking got done this year, except for <a href="http://www.chow.com/recipes/10684-fresh-ginger-cake">this amazing easy delicious gingerbread cake</a>. Seriously, this is the easiest, tastiest cake I've ever made from scratch. The candied lemon peel, whipped cream and pomegranate seeds aren't in the linked recipe, but the colors and flavors made the ginger pop a lot more.<br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="text-align: -webkit-auto;">Writing dropped off the priorities list after </span><a href="http://dissertationunderconstruction.blogspot.com/2011/10/moving-forward.html" style="text-align: -webkit-auto;">my last post in October</a><span style="text-align: -webkit-auto;"> because we did, in fact, move to Snowy State (although there's still no snow here). J got a job in Snowy State literally days after my last post--a college friend called on a Thursday to say that if J could be there on Monday, there was a job waiting for him, so he drove off with a car full of stuff and the cat. It's not a super reliable job, since t</span><span style="text-align: -webkit-auto;">heater work is unreliable work: when it rains it pours, but when there's nothing, there's nothing. Because J works on the technical set construction end, his kind of jobs dry up once the acting starts, as with the start of all the big Christmas shows. </span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="text-align: -webkit-auto;"><br />
</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="text-align: -webkit-auto;">Between my stipend and pinching our pennies, we're doing ok. J lived with my mother in October/November while looking for an apartment, and I stayed in Cloudy City to finish teaching, sublet our apartment, and finish the move out on that end. The Post Office has lost at least two of the twenty-three boxes (yes, 23!) of books I mailed, which concerns me since my academic and craft books are hard to find and expensive. </span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="text-align: -webkit-auto;"><br />
</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="text-align: -webkit-auto;">My sewing machine is also somewhere in transition across the country, so with the unpacking and holidays there will be minimal craft making. I've felt a little at loose ends since getting unpacked because I usually mix writing time with craft project time, and most of my sewing/craft things are either still in the mail or were donated. I'm trying to keep purchases minimal right now because of J's job situation and all the travel I'll be doing for research after the holidays (hello, airplane craft projects), but it just feels odd to have so much of our usual stuff around and then reach for a pair of scissors and not be able to find them or be sad to not have glitter. (Although there is no such thing as too much glitter anyway).</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div>Eileenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10165692458130517925noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-183063800153795807.post-58475584702551573302011-10-18T12:38:00.000-07:002011-10-18T12:38:29.872-07:00Moving forward . . .My mother works with a lot of corporate bureaucrats, although she isn't one herself, so "moving forward" is one of her favorite phrases to use when she's annoyed with the way things are (not) progressing. <br />
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J had another job interview yesterday, near Major Metropolis. It was a place that sounded good at first: union, union wages, health care, good pay, good location. But at his interview he was told that overtime is mandatory, there are layoffs every three months of people who are deemed "no longer useful" and the shop only works when there is work, and sometimes there isn't work. That last part is pretty standard in the theater business, but the rest sounds sketchy, especially since we would have to move long distance for him to work there and there isn't much other work for him in the area if he were to be laid off. <br />
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Moving home to Snowy State is looking more and more likely, since he's gotten some offers for short term work there, his professional network is pretty strong there, and our families are both nearby if he can't find something for a while. Cost of living is also lower. <br />
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Moving to Snowy State is looking so likely, in fact, that we're selling a lot of our furniture this week and making preparations for him to drive out there at the end of the week if we don't hear a gold plated offer from the sketchy place. It's a bit jarring, because we've been sitting on our hands for so long and now things are suddenly moving forward so quickly. <br />
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I had to go through my fabric stash to get rid of things for the move (Snowy State is a multi-day drive, and we can't afford movers or to ship much). Some of it I was able to get rid of with a sense of relief, because I've been sitting on it for so long that it's no longer exciting, and there's an awesome sewing/fabric thrift store in our town that only does donated fabric and notions, so it's going to a good cause. But I still have a ton that I have plans for but no time for. I'm increasingly excited to move near family in Snowy State, but parring down my fabric stash and the plans I had for it feels like a big break with the plans I had in Cloudy City.Eileenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10165692458130517925noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-183063800153795807.post-60646352983856858152011-10-06T14:08:00.000-07:002011-10-06T14:08:51.938-07:00Where have I been?<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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</tbody></table>It's been since July since I posted! It got so easy to push off posting until next week, then the week after, then the week after. Mostly this has been because of anxiety over two big issues that came up over the summer.<br />
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J has done lots and lots of applications, and even got a job offer, but the place that offered him the job stopped responding to phone calls or emails before he had a chance to start. He's currently in limbo at another place where he got to the final round of interviews (as in, he was one of three candidates), but the hiring committee has pushed off notifying for two weeks running now. Both of these would have meant major interstate moves for us, as would all the other applications he's put out without hearing back about. Right now we're contemplating a move back to Snowy State, where our parents live and J has a network for finding freelance work because we went to school there. <br />
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The other big issue has been a threatening-to-become-major medical issue for me, some joint pain which has started to impair my mobility and ability to do things like type, knit, and sew for long periods. I thankfully have insurance coverage for it, despite J's work situation, because I'm still insured through my family due to my student status, so that at least has not contributed to the anxiety. The good of it has been that my doctor hasn't found indications of rheumatoid arthritis or anything else which would cause long term damage, but not having a diagnosis means also not having a treatment plan. <br />
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So while nothing actively bad has happened to us, the lack of forward motion, the looming certainty of our January get-out-of-town deadline, the uncertainty of where we would go, and the possibility of losing my ability to do both my job and my favorite hobbies for an undiagnosable medical reason has made for a lot of anxiety and fear here at chez Construct. That the joint pain may be itself a symptom of anxiety over the whole situation hasn't helped. <br />
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I'll be trying to get back into the swing of blogging again. AB's posts over at <a href="http://orbitingacademe.blogspot.com/">Secret Confessions of a Trailing Spouse</a> have always been encouraging, so I know this too shall pass.Eileenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10165692458130517925noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-183063800153795807.post-16148669109473028032011-07-07T13:57:00.000-07:002011-07-07T13:57:46.047-07:00My Planned Parenthood<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://shakespearessister.blogspot.com/2011/06/july-7-what-tami-said-and-shakesville.html" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v642/shakespeares_sister/shakes3/mypp1.jpg" title="My Planned Parenthood icon" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div>I've never used Planned Parenthood--I've been incredibly fortunate that my healthcare has been covered through my family for my whole life, and that my privilege to be a full-time at this point in my life has allowed me to keep that coverage into adulthood. <br />
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But that coverage has been dependent on a lot of things which were never certain--on my father keeping his job, on my maintaining a relationship with my father, on my ability to attend college and graduate school. Without violating anyone else's privacy too much, I'll just say that I have both friends and family who currently or in the past have lacked health insurance to cover even the most basic care. I have both friends and family whose health care is currently uncertain because it's being threatened by both state and federal budget cuts and government shutdowns, and being used as a bargaining chip by the so-called progressive left in this country. <br />
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I've been to Planned Parenthoods, various ones, several times, with friends who didn't have health insurance, who couldn't access health insurance for fear their parents would find out about their use of birth control, whose health insurance didn't cover the care they needed, who used to have health insurance, but who lost it due to unemployment, who had to leave college due to health issues and could no longer be covered by their parents' insurance, who left marriages and therefore lost health insurance. Their lack of insurance has made me very aware of the temporariness, the contingency, of health insurance, and therefore care, in this country. <br />
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Emergency care is available to the uninsured in this country only to the extent that it stabilizes the emergency--care providers are under no obligation to treat the underlying problem which caused the emergency, or even to provide follow up care. Government-assisted or -provided care is available on a contingent basis as well--contingent on what legislators believe to be moral, contingent on politically motivated budget cuts, contingent on the government staying open, which, as we're seeing on both a state and federal level, is not a guarantee. <br />
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I support Planned Parenthood because health care ought not be contingent. It ought not depend on staying with an employer, in a relationship, on being born to the right parent, on maintaining a relationship with a parent, on student status, or on the moral, religious, political decisions of others, be they relatives or legislators. Lacking either universal care or the political will to institute universal care in this country, I support Planned Parenthood because it offers care that is contingent on nothing more than individual need.Eileenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10165692458130517925noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-183063800153795807.post-49585575856551840142011-06-29T03:00:00.000-07:002011-06-29T03:00:00.782-07:00My Planned Parenthood<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://shakespearessister.blogspot.com/2011/06/july-7-what-tami-said-and-shakesville.html" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v642/shakespeares_sister/shakes3/mypp1.jpg" title="My Planned Parenthood icon" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">If you haven't heard already, <a href="http://shakespearessister.blogspot.com/">Shakesville</a> and <a href="http://www.whattamisaid.com/">What Tami Said</a> will be hosting a blog carnival of posts in support of Planned Parenthood on July 7. If you have been affected by access (or lack thereof) to Planned Parenthood, visit Shakesville or What Tami Said to see how to participate. I have never accessed Planned Parenthood services myself directly; I'll be posting on the privilege which has enabled me to say that, and why it's important to me that Planned Parenthood be available (hint: it involves valuing affordable healthcare for everyone, even those who don't have the good fortune to be related to someone with a job which provides family healthcare). If Planned Parenthood or affordable healthcare access is something you value, consider adding your own post.</div>Eileenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10165692458130517925noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-183063800153795807.post-26743936053506913172011-06-28T08:44:00.000-07:002011-06-28T08:44:37.404-07:00More Deaccessioning<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-p6Sc6BBROpM/TgnuQBhGk5I/AAAAAAAAAVw/rEDVcatWzXQ/s1600/Blog+Pictures+008.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-p6Sc6BBROpM/TgnuQBhGk5I/AAAAAAAAAVw/rEDVcatWzXQ/s640/Blog+Pictures+008.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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</div>The cat and I have been spending some time in the guest bedroom going through things to get rid of before we move. Currently it's sewing patterns.<br />
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I learned to sew mostly on my own and later working in the costume department of a living history museum, like Plimouth Plantation or Colonial Williamsburg on a small scale. (It was an 1840-1890 midwest town and I also worked as an interpreter, so I was the young lady school teacher. Also a lady blacksmith. Also a male soldier. Basically it was the best high school job ever.) <br />
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The costume department made our own clothes and the clothes for the rest of the staff and the volunteers, and the museum either couldn't afford bulk licencing from pattern companies or couldn't find patterns correct to the costuming director's standards. The more experienced folks drafted patterns from their own research, original clothes in our or other museums' collections, or modified slopers. That was probably the most long-lasting benefit I got from that job--I stopped working there after my second year of college, after four years working there, and never worked up the skill/nerve to draft anything more complicated than a lined jacket, but it definitely gave me the confidence to try later in college and grad school. (Not trying to brag, but re-reading that, I can't believe I drafted my own lined jacket at 17. Working with ladies who whipped out whalebone corsets and full hoopskirt dresses and Victorian jackets sans patterns definitely put things in a different perspective at the time!) I also did some volunteer reenacting in the 17th and 18th centuries and sold clothing to people for several years, so I have a lot of other self-drafted and commercial patterns from that as well. I kept almost all of the patterns, slopers, and muslins which fit me, and since I haven't done any more reenacting in grad school, they've just sat in a box for the last three years. <br />
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I've sorted things to get rid of and keep, getting rid of things that either just wouldn't fit me now or which I could easily redraft. Do I need a 17th century cap pattern or an 18th century corset pattern in the near-term future? Probably not. Will J and I get back into reenacting some time period once he's working a job which doesn't require 80 work weeks in the summer? Definitely. In the mean time, what I kept now takes up four manila envelopes in the file cabinet instead of a whole box, so that feels better. <br />
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I felt sort of sad going through everything, because those patterns represent a learning experience I didn't really appreciate at the time and cutting ties with an activity and subculture that had and has a lot of meaning for me, which I don't have time to participate in any more. But deciding to get rid of patterns which I could easily redraft also felt pretty good: I hung onto them when I moved because I wasn't confident of being able to recreate the clothing which I had given away or sold when I moved to Overcast. I've grown a lot in my sewing, and if <a href="http://dissertationunderconstruction.blogspot.com/2011/05/deaccessioning.html">I did it once I can do it again</a>.Eileenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10165692458130517925noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-183063800153795807.post-24720875795709584912011-06-26T20:05:00.000-07:002011-06-26T20:05:46.079-07:00This is why I have a Master's<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-aZS7Hz1wJXo/Tgfy9958gkI/AAAAAAAAAVs/h06HBrXPvos/s1600/Blog+Pictures+015.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-aZS7Hz1wJXo/Tgfy9958gkI/AAAAAAAAAVs/h06HBrXPvos/s640/Blog+Pictures+015.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Since finding out our moving plans, I've had a bit of a blah. Like emotionally just being relieved to have a direction, but not having the energy to do anything about it. So we've made booze (basil vodka, steeped for two days--great with <a href="http://dissertationunderconstruction.blogspot.com/2011/06/summer-in-glass.html">strawberry liqueur</a> and a little ginger ale), and I've been thinking about my own position next year and the year after.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"> I've never really thought explicitly about myself as someone who was defined by their job, but really, that's a big reason I'm in grad school. My father is defined by his job and profoundly unhappy because of it; my mother defines herself (I think) much more as someone who paints, cooks, gardens, and mothers, and is happier for it. Her job is important to her, but she's managed role shifts and job shifts within her career, and not been shaken by them, and that's always much more how I saw myself.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
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<a href="http://orbitingacademe.blogspot.com/2011/06/guest-post-getting-job-immediately.html">This guest post</a> at <a href="http://orbitingacademe.blogspot.com/">Secret Confessions of a Trailing Spouse</a> helped me articulate the many reasons I'm bothered by the upcoming year or more of relocation: I've invested a lot of my self-concept in assuming my partner J will move for me, not the other way around. In this context, I've been much more profoundly bothered by conversations with J's coworkers this summer than I might otherwise have been. <br />
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J has worked at a summer theater every summer since I moved to Overcast three and a half years ago, and usually it's great. Long hours, but the people he works with are mostly fun and reasonably acquainted with the fact that graduate school is work, since some of them are thinking about grad school themselves. Except for a few people, mostly straight men, who seem to think that intellectual work, especially done by a woman, is not work at all. I'm aware that I'm extraordinarily privileged, in that my university gave me a funding package which allows me to solely work on my dissertation during the summers. I don't have to pick up a second job or teach unless I choose to, so when we meet people for drinks after work or whatever, my answer to "what did you do today" is usually "read another book" and not "rigged 500 pounds of lights/built a giant platform for people to dance on." <br />
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One of J's coworkers sees me only once every few weeks, and always asks me either "are you still reading books or doing something now?" or "how's writing your novel going?" Every. D*mn. Time. One or both of those questions. I also get them from infrequently-seen male acquaintances who work in engineering or construction (not to stereotype, but they're the only ones I get these questions from). The implication is that reading is not "real work" and that I ought to have moved on to something else by now. The novel thing--I don't even know what's going on there, but it annoys the hell out of me, because I repeatedly explain, very nicely, the difference between a novel and what I'm writing, and it comes up with the same person repeatedly. It just feels disrespectful.<br />
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Couple this with our impending move. The initial assumption when J started at this theater was that I had chosen my graduate school because J had gotten a job at the theater here. The current assumption is that J wants to work in a larger theater, so we're going to move because of that. J doesn't give people this impression, and in fact, does his best to dissuade people of this assumption. And I've never felt like an <a href="http://orbitingacademe.blogspot.com/2011/06/guest-post-getting-job-immediately.html">armequin</a> in gatherings of theater people except when this comes up, because there's never a graceful way to say: No. That's wrong. We're moving because I make more, dictate where we live, have more constraining/demanding career needs etc, because it would be so profoundly unkind to J. Those things are all true, and important to me, and important socially/culturally, but they're unkind things. <br />
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It ought not matter to anyone else, or to me, or to J, who makes more in our relationship or who determines where we move. But the gendered expectations for our motivations are so incredibly untrue that to answer them puts us in an equally unpleasant situation: for these people, either I am the meek and following partner, or J is the unmanly guy who follows his female partner. And really, what they think shouldn't bother me at all, but it's so wrapped up in my own anxiety and how I see myself that it's hard not to worry about it. So to deal with it, we both just smile politely and change the subject.Eileenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10165692458130517925noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-183063800153795807.post-19773258366178255522011-06-14T20:44:00.000-07:002011-06-14T20:44:03.352-07:00Changing Gears<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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The left hand <a href="http://dissertationunderconstruction.blogspot.com/2011/06/placeholder.html">finally figured out what the right hand is doing</a>. The granting organization which thought it wouldn't let us know until July has, with some gentle nudging from my department chair, director of graduate studies, and advisor, realized that they need to respect university deadlines, and let me know today that I got the grant. Which is good! It's only one day before the deadline for a lot of stuff, and about three months late for notifying my landlady about whether we're renewing our lease, so it means a lot of scrambling, but it also means that I came in with five years to finish my dissertation, and now I have six. Considering I'll start Year Four this fall, that's good news. And it lets us stay to finish our CSA and our garden.<br />
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When we thought that we wouldn't know until July, J and I started to make plans like we would both be moving at the end of his current contract in September. We made plans about what to sell when (most of the furniture, mostly in August). We started looking at the apartment markets in cities we're likely to move to. So we've got all these plans in motion which need to be put off six months. J's job in theater is mostly on an academic year schedule. There's summer theater, and there's winter theater, and they more or less line up with the academic calendar neatly, which is great for us long term (It just worked out that way. I had just gotten into grad school and he had just declared his theater major when we started dating, so we hadn't really thought about the long-term compatibility of our career choices). There is no theater in Overcast during the winter, and jobs elsewhere start in September, so he's moving in September no matter when I move. We did two years of long distance already; I'm not looking forward to another semester of it.<br />
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But. Getting this grant puts me off the academic year calendar. Our current lease is on the academic calendar, which makes dealing with the move in December or January pretty complicated. <br />
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ETA: There was originally a lot more whining about our lease situation and how terrible life is generally, etc, but after a. a trip to the farm to pick up our CSA share b. talking with a good friend on the way there and c. talking with the landlady about renewing our lease for the fall only (until Jan 1), life looks much better. We're moving Jan 1. We have a firm date. J may move before then; we may be long distance between September and December, and we may not know yet where we're moving, but at least we have another six months or so to figure it out.Eileenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10165692458130517925noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-183063800153795807.post-17608443044154703872011-06-13T20:40:00.000-07:002011-06-13T20:40:23.695-07:00So. Many. Pictures.<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GWqg9iTtoFE/Tfa5SEe8JEI/AAAAAAAAAUw/T837ufk3WI0/s1600/Blog+Pictures+546.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GWqg9iTtoFE/Tfa5SEe8JEI/AAAAAAAAAUw/T837ufk3WI0/s640/Blog+Pictures+546.jpg" width="425" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Due to some camera/camera cord/computer issues, I've been taking pictures but not been able to upload them reliably. Everything's fixed now, so on with Me Made June! There's more than a week's worth of pictures, so click through to read (if this clogs up your reader, I apologize)</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"></div><a name='more'></a><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><b>Friday June 3: </b>This is the same pattern as the <a href="http://dissertationunderconstruction.blogspot.com/2011/02/our-regularly-schedule-programming.html">first fellowship dress</a>, but with the view that has a narrower collar band and sleeves. I'm super happy with it. It's been too warm to wear it, but we had a cool, rainy day that it was just perfect for. And, although I'm really in love with it, it probably won't come back out until the fall because a. I made it to teach in, so that's what I associate it with and b. the colors seem very fall to me. I was a little uncertain about adding the box-pleat ruffle to the bottom because I wasn't sure if it would go over the top, but, as previously revealed, <a href="http://dissertationunderconstruction.blogspot.com/2011/06/me-made-kickoff.html">I apparently love ruffles</a>. And the box pleat is like the ruffle's professional older sister.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><b>Saturday June 4: </b>(This is a little bit of a cheat, since I wore it late Friday to Saturday morning, but since the me-made nightgown I spent Saturday in will not be making an appearance on the interwebs, this will have to suffice). This is a self-drafted pattern made with a vintage silk sari; it's one of, or maybe the first thing I self-drafted completely. I don't know why I thought this idea would be a good one to try drafting for the first time, but it turned out well. I was trying for a cowl neck and ended up with more of a bateau, but it's one of my favorite special occasion dresses. The first show of the season opened at J's theater, and all the staff and significant others go out afterwards, so this dress gets a spin at the party at least once a summer.</div><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><b>Sunday June 5:</b> The return of the ruffles. This is probably the only entirely me-made outfit (at least, outfit with pants) for the month, since these are the only pants I've ever made. Thank you, Mrs. Fadsworth's seventh grade home ec. </div><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><b>Monday June 6: </b>I lied already, this is all me-made as well. The sweater is this <a href="http://www.ravelry.com/patterns/library/cloud-bolero">cloud bolero</a> on Ravelry, the dress is<a href="http://dissertationunderconstruction.blogspot.com/2011/03/on-feminism-clothing-and-politics-of.html"> not feminist enough</a>. Monday was damn hot, and I gave blood (not a good mix, frankly), but I also had to go in and out of lots of air conditioned buildings, so the bolero helped with the temperature swings. This is also one of my go-to pairings for teaching.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><b>Tuesday June 7: </b>Another too-hot day. The skirt is silk, but purchased. The top is embroidered in white; it's cut down from a kameez found in a thrift store. I cut it down a little too much, hence the need for an undershirt, but it's a good summer top anyway. Good for writing and staring down my chapter.</div> <br />
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<b>Wednesday June 8: </b>Another hot day, another self-drafted pattern. The bust is partially modeled on <a href="http://www.craftster.org/forum/index.php?topic=252249.0">this tutorial</a>; the rest is a waist band, circle skirt, and some draping on the dress form. Between not having much fabric and not knowing what I was doing, the neckline is much more open than I'd intended, but this isn't a dress to wear to work anyway. Plenty of sitting on lakeside docks is done in this dress.<br />
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<b>Thursday June 9:</b> I didn't think this was going to be a self-drafted top, but it really ended up being self drafted. The pattern, <a href="http://dissertationunderconstruction.blogspot.com/2011/05/deaccessioning.html">seen here, top photo</a>, had all the pieces for all the other views--and only the back piece for the view I wanted. Between the pattern layout and a little draping, I drafted the other patterns, although it's tighter in the hip than I would have liked. This is from a thrifted silk skirt I chopped up; I had intended it as a wearable muslin for a bit of new-bought silk I had to have, but while I like this top well enough, I don't love it well enough to have another version of it. The search will continue. <br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><b>Saturday June 11:</b> Here's the week's adventure. It's a twofer, since both my dress and J's shirt are made by me. Why are we taking photos in the car? We had intended to frolic while picking strawberries at a u-pick farm, but we mis-judged Overcast's perpetual cloudcover and got caught out in the biggest deluge of the month after several days of clouds and no rain. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><b>Sunday June 9: </b> Still cold (90+ in May and then 60s in June? Come on). Since it's cool, out comes the wool circle skirt. My mother bought me this huge scrap of fabric at a thrift store because she liked the colors; I sat on it for years because it wasn't my thing, but I turned it on the bias and now I love it. I guess I just like checks on the bias in circle skirts.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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Ok, so this doesn't exactly fit with <a href="http://frozendry.blogspot.com/">Freeze-dried</a>'s summer book club, but considering it's media and I hated the book I selected for this week's reading, I'm going to go ahead and review the videogame Kirby's Epic Yarn.<br />
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The book: I tried reading Yarn by Jon Armstrong for this week, with emphasis on tried. I couldn't finish it. I think I've put down without finishing maybe four or five novels in my life. It's got decent reviews on Amazon, and apparently got good reviews in Publisher's Weekly, the LA Times, and Locus, and was nominated for a Phillip K Dick Award, but I hated it almost as soon as I opened it.<br />
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Why? It's supposedly fashionpunk, a twist on dystopic cyberpunk, and the story focuses on a master tailor who worked his way up through crime and intrigue from the neo-feudal corn based wastelands of America's heartlands to the global center of fashion. I was pretty intrigued by the concept, since I love me some dystopic fiction and sewing, but I was very disappointed. I've read my share of cyberpunk, and this was basically cyberpunk with programming replaced with sewing: the author seems to have a pretty good understanding of fashion and sewing terms, but threw them in in a way that, even as someone who knows the terms and is used to encountering a lot of jargon in genre fiction, I found off putting. The writing, both dialogue and descriptive, was otherwise terribly stilted, with overly long, complex sentences put together with the same repetitive and boring adjectives. And don't get me started on the gender politics: the only women I saw in about 150 pages were literally sex objects presented for the male gaze. <br />
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So that's how we get a review of a videogame rather than a book. J and I picked up Kirby's Epic Yarn for the Wii on super-discount sale, so I'm not sure if I would love it as much if we'd paid full price (50USD), but for 20USD, I love it. I tend to play a lot of games, but I would identify as neither a gamer nor the new-to-the gaming industry "female casual gamer" demographic. Shooting zombies or matching jewels? No thank you. Turning into a yarn robot who unravels sweater snowmen? Yes please. <br />
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I've never played anything in the Kirby franchise before, but the game doesn't require it to be enjoyable. It's a platformer side scrolling game with about as much storyline as any Mario game (which is about maximum amount of story I want in my game, frankly). There's no princess to save, and it's cooperative two player rather than competitive. The aesthetics are awesome for someone who loves sewing/knitting/crafting, because the designers obviously put a lot of thought and care into tying both the game design and the game mechanics together aesthetically. The image above doesn't really do the design justice: the fabric detail of the backgrounds and worlds are really detailed and beautiful, and the fabric design has a lot to do with the interactivity of the game play. The point of the game is to collect points and objects to unlock more game, but a lot of the levels have such fun mechanics (ie, swimming as a dolphin, bouncing, etc) that they're very replayable. <br />
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The other thing I like about it is that it's challenging and varied but not difficult or demanding. That is, there's enough puzzle solving to hold your attention, but it doesn't require you to try a level over and over to succeed or to memorize a bunch of nonsense key combinations to beat the bad guys. I find overly dense interface to be a real barrier to my enjoyment of a game, so if I can't understand it without a long tutorial or memorizing a bunch of junk, I just don't play anymore. Kirby has a good combination of being pretty, fun, and easy to play in short bursts while having more goal and variety than something like Bedazzled or Farmville.Eileenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10165692458130517925noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-183063800153795807.post-24831088182593442392011-06-09T03:00:00.000-07:002011-06-09T03:00:07.105-07:00Summer in a glass<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-taDAMVLkvqk/Te_RSKAPtnI/AAAAAAAAAUk/GHASwsVro6Q/s1600/Blog+Pictures+528.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-taDAMVLkvqk/Te_RSKAPtnI/AAAAAAAAAUk/GHASwsVro6Q/s640/Blog+Pictures+528.jpg" style="cursor: move;" width="480" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">It's still not quite local strawberry season in Overcast, but when the first strawberries of the season showed up a few weeks ago in the grocery store, I had to get some for eating and some for booze. This is probably my favorite of the liqueurs we've done so far, both because it was easiest and because it's retained the flavor of the fruit best. (We've done blueberry, orange, banana, and fig besides this). I didn't really measure, just putting enough hulled and halfed strawberries to loosely fill a quart mason jar, with enough vodka to cover. They sat for about two weeks, turning into the horrible pale alien fruit things you see above.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">With just draining, the yield was only about 2 cups/12 ounces, but squeezing the strawberries in a cheesecloth bag brought the yield up by half again to about 3 cups. Since it was still at this point basically pink vodka, we added a little more than a cup of 1-1 simple syrup and a little lemon to round out the taste and dilute it a little. Verdict: It's basically a perfect little sip of summer. I'm thinking there might be strawberry mint spritzer in my future.</div>Eileenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10165692458130517925noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-183063800153795807.post-43201028573737053262011-06-08T12:43:00.000-07:002011-06-08T12:43:44.146-07:00Crazy Knitting<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pauvyQQGaoI/Te_KQGfQXII/AAAAAAAAAUU/aS_qaULuXpM/s1600/Blog+Pictures+532.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pauvyQQGaoI/Te_KQGfQXII/AAAAAAAAAUU/aS_qaULuXpM/s640/Blog+Pictures+532.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br />
I've started what might be a crazy knitting project. The image above is of a "coffee cloth" from Marianne Kinzel's <a href="http://www.amazon.com/First-Book-Modern-Lace-Knitting/dp/0486229041/ref=sr_1_1?s=books&ie=UTF8&qid=1307560616&sr=1-1">First Book of Modern Lace Knitting</a>, and I love me some lace knitting. I haven't done any lace knitting in the past few years a. due to time and b. I never wore the scarves and shawls I made, so I stopped making more. <br />
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I never wore them because I'm not really a shawl person, and although I liked lace knitting, I wasn't really a lace wearing person until recently. I spent the last few years of college and the first few years of graduate school trying hard to look grown up and professional, so there wasn't much room in my closet for frilly things. Due in part to having more room in my life to not dress professional (hello next year of no teaching!), my own changing taste, and more confidence that I can be taken seriously while wearing ruffles and lace, I wanted to go back to lace knitting.<br />
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But I'm still not really a shawl wearing person. I do wear a lot of circle skirts, though, and I had several balls of a wool/silk blend in <a href="http://dissertationunderconstruction.blogspot.com/2011/04/on-handspun-and-handmade.html">my overflowing stash</a>. (I have a newfound concern with clearing out my stash besides our impending move: I found another ball of 100% wool which had many of its wraps snapped, I assume from being eaten by moths. We've never had moth sachets in our house before, but we do now!) <br />
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So here's the plan: I cast on and knit a stockinette stitch yoke to a little more than my waist measurement, leaving the ends unconnected so there will be a slit to get me in and out of the skirt. I gradually increased the yoke so that it measured both more than my hip measurement and had the right number of stitches to repeat the lace pattern. (Rather than starting with the very center of the pattern, which was all just [k1 yo] rep to get the piece to size, I started a few rounds down where the actual lace pattern started). When the yoke got to the right size, I connected the ends and knit a few rows in stockinette in the round, then started the lace pattern. The original pattern has eight repeats of the pattern; my skirt has twenty five. And rather than wearing just the lace, which is intentionally see-through, I plan on making a silk or other light fabric circle skirt to go with it, and stitch them together at the yoke, leaving the hem of the lace to do its own thing. <br />
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Does that sound like a crazy project? Have you ever had a technique you wanted to do, but didn't know what to do with it that would be wearable/useable for you?Eileenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10165692458130517925noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-183063800153795807.post-83629541734658606462011-06-04T09:28:00.000-07:002011-06-04T09:28:14.409-07:00Summer Book ClubI've finished my first summer book club book! Admittedly, I picked it for my first book because it's super short: more of a novella than a novel (~140 pages/20K words). I read Bone and Jewel Creatures, by Elizabeth Bear. I've never read anything by <a href="http://www.tor.com/blogs/2010/07/queering-sff-interview-with-elizabeth-bear">Bear</a> before, but I read Tor.com occasionally, which often has single book reviews and combined reviews of books with queer characters, strong feminist leanings, and other features of sff that don't get talked about enough. Bear is a contributing writer over at Tor, and her books pop up frequently over there, so she's been on my radar for a while.<br />
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Anyway, the book at hand: short and awesome. It's not short and sweet because, well, it's not sweet. It's pretty unsettling, but not in a horror-genre way. <br />
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</div>The story centers on a very old woman and her relationship with a grown apprentice and a small child, in a way that is nurturing but not exactly mothering. The main character's central power is to create life from death, which, when you think about it, is pretty metaphorical. It's unusual <a href="http://www.tor.com/blogs/2010/02/boskone-panel-the-heroines-journey">to see older women</a> in sff, or other fiction, and it's a book about self-determination and sacrifice without being about the idealization of sacrifice for women.<br />
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The main character is both strong and frail, and she is both strong and frail as a woman without the book centralizing her femininity. For example, the plot centers around a long-past love triangle, and the betrayal and hurt that it caused, but her character hinges more on her friendship with another woman. Her accomplishments and strengths are not exactly gender neutral, but they are more about the pursuit of intellectual accomplishment and teaching, rather than being about mothering. <br />
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(I guess in this case I would classify nurturing as more of teaching and supporting, while mothering is a more sentimental, emotional nurturing. Not a perfect distinction, and not to say that there's something better about non-mothering nurturing than mothering, but it's not common to see older women in fiction in non-mothering roles). <br />
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I once had a conversation with one of my committee members, who is A Very Big Deal in women's history, who asked me what I thought feminist history ought to look like, if it necessarily had to be about women, and if you could have a feminist history that was not necessarily about women. After a while of going around about what feminist history might look like, we arrived at this: while feminist history could be explicitly feminist and say that up front, it could also be only implicitly feminist in its presentation and interpretation, like a secret feminist handshake. Bone and Jewel Creatures has a pretty firm handshake.Eileenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10165692458130517925noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-183063800153795807.post-12330575240575704792011-06-03T23:09:00.000-07:002011-06-03T23:09:23.370-07:00A placeholder<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-N2id-QR0jjQ/TenKUg_MaJI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/_b6YtXQNYm4/s1600/Blog+Pictures+517.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="426" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-N2id-QR0jjQ/TenKUg_MaJI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/_b6YtXQNYm4/s640/Blog+Pictures+517.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br />
I did a lot of academic work today which did not directly result in writing (translations, organizing photos, etc) and a lot of hand wringing over my grant status. The grant which was supposed to notify me around May 15 is now saying July. July! This is a university organization, and I have to file my fall status <i>with the university</i> by June 15 or pay a massive late filing fee <i>to the university. </i><br />
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<i></i>The left hand knows not what the right hand does. If this were a completely outside organization making this grant, I could understand that they might work on a different schedule. I've applied for grants at institutions in the United Kingdom, which are on very different schedules; I know how that goes. But this organization is within my university, and makes the same grant to many, many graduate students every year. Presumably they would have knowledge of the schedule said graduate students work under. <br />
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So, in lieu of actual content or progress, I give you a cat picture. Please enjoy.<br />
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(Yes, he's leaning on the screen; yes, we've checked it to make sure it's sturdy and he won't fall through it).Eileenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10165692458130517925noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-183063800153795807.post-25509629550544380782011-06-02T20:23:00.000-07:002011-06-02T20:23:19.453-07:00Me Made Kickoff<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Me made June at chez Construct is rolling, although we had some technical difficulties yesterday--my camera is broken (and on its way to being fixed by my dad) and J takes his camera to work with him to document things they make at the shop. I don't think I've mentioned yet, but J transitioned May 1 from working at the liquor store to working at the theater scene shop, and his work clothes for the shop are mostly me-made--I've patched and remade all of his pants, and made some of his work shirts. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Anyway, back to the lady clothes. The top above is self drafted from a bias cut thrifted Express top that I love. And, despite not really being a ruffles kind of girl, I've caught ruffle mania from the rest of blogland and had to put ruffles and some lace on this. </div><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">And finally, the air plant, because that's sort of how I'm feeling today. I don't usually wear my hair down in public because A. it gets bigger as the day progresses B. it gets in my way when teaching and C. people touch it. I ran errands today, and while I love getting compliments from strangers, I do not love being touched by strangers. While walking, I had one man stop me and tell me I had "dropped my smile" and a lady waiting in line with me ask if she could touch my hair. And then another woman touched my hair without asking. People! Leave strangers alone! Young women do not exist in public for the gratification of strangers. I appreciate that you may want to tell me how "wholesome" and "all-American" I look (code words, I think, for white, non-threatening, and retrograde, and things I am frequently told by strangers in public, at airports, in banks, at grocery stores, etc), but do not touch. It's an invasion of personal space that I've never heard that a man of my acquaintance has experienced, like being told to smile. </div>Eileenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10165692458130517925noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-183063800153795807.post-80284876196665970212011-05-31T09:05:00.000-07:002011-05-31T09:05:43.505-07:00The questions we ask<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3RJ6HFEOZmg/TeTkVtDfr8I/AAAAAAAAATg/k0S4uhfvXhQ/s1600/Blog+Pictures+514.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="426" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3RJ6HFEOZmg/TeTkVtDfr8I/AAAAAAAAATg/k0S4uhfvXhQ/s640/Blog+Pictures+514.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br />
I'm starting to think about the questions my dissertation asks, and the problem I see with the existing scholarship in my field is sometimes not that it answers important questions incorrectly, but that it asks the wrong questions. Like a cat who likes to sit squished between both a window screen and a couch, the scholarship is awfully comfortable and doesn't want to go anywhere. (Is that too much metaphor to put on one cat? Sorry. Had to work in the cat photo somehow). <br />
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I've been going round and round in trying to frame my dissertation, because I do find the way that the current scholarship answers the big questions to be wrong, but I also find the questions wrong in a way I couldn't articulate until recently. Graduate education, or at least my graduate education, has focused on learning to engage with the terms of debate as they stand in the field. There's nothing wrong with this; I think it's necessary to know how to engage a discussion as it stands in order to recognize your position in it and the limits of that debate's frame. What it doesn't teach you is how to reframe the debate. Some of the best scholarship does that, and while it may be overly ambitious for a dissertation project, at least in my subfield, the terms of debate are so broken and retrograde that I'm beginning to feel they're unusable for what I think my evidence is telling me.<br />
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<a name='more'></a>I study the material culture (clothing, homes, tools, etc) of Native people in the Northeast* from about 1550-1850, during what is somewhat problematically known as the American colonial period** to the early republic period. The history of European consumer culture and Anglo-American consumer culture celebrates this period as one of expanded opportunity for consumers: goods became cheaper and more accessible to more people, luxuries moved down the social ladder, and exotic goods (often the product of slave labor or colonial exploitation) became integrated into daily routines (think tea, chocolate and cotton). Sounds great, right? It's known as the consumer revolution, and it was pretty great for a lot of people, since it helped solidify the middle class as we have come to know it. It also helped relieve or at least moderate many (but not all) women's labor burdens, since it shifted the physical toll of production out of the home and onto distant (enslaved, colonized, or otherwise marginalized) workers (who were sometimes also female).*** <br />
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So anyway, here's the joke: A white woman and a Native woman walk into the same store in Albany, circa 1750. Both buy a few yards of the same India calico for dresses. The white woman walks out to find herself enmeshed in a dynamic Atlantic economy in which her purchasing choices have newfound global political implications. The Native woman walks out and finds she's not Indian anymore.<br />
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Good joke, no? <br />
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No, not really. It relies on two questions, and presumes a profound difference based on race. How did the white woman use consumer goods to solidify her white identity, and how did she choose to engage with an expanding array of new products in a way that meshed with her social/cultural background? And: How did Native people become colonized? If it seems like there's a big disconnect between those two questions, it's because there is. I think it's because, like I noted about the <a href="http://dissertationunderconstruction.blogspot.com/2011/04/self-stitched-easter.html">field's sources earlier</a>, a lot of scholars still rely on 19th century questions, or they accept what the sources tell them at face value. The store clerk in Albany wrote that Indians don't wear clothes, so if a Native woman buys a dress, she's not Indian, right? This grossly oversimplifies a lot of things, but the outlines of the problem are the same.<br />
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So that's where the dissertation stands: there aren't right answers to wrong questions. I suppose this all was a long way of introducing you to the background of my reading for the Summer Book Club, so if you made it this far, thank you for reading all the way! Here's another cat picture.<br />
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<div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">*I'm not Native. We can talk about the politics of this another time.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><br />
</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">**Problematic because A. the settlers who came over from Europe were not colonized (ie, dominated) by European powers, as conceptualized in the popular imagination, because those settlers viewed themselves for the most part as members of European nations, and B. Native people in the North America were, in some cases, colonized in the way Africa, Asia, and South America were colonized, but this is erased by the imagined (A), and C. many Native people in North America, even on the East coats, were NOT colonized as soon as white settlers came to their areas, and this is also erased by (A). Let's talk about this another time as well.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><br />
</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">***I would also argue that the mid-twentieth century, with the expansion of appliances like fridges and washing machines into most homes, and the current digital changes we're witnessing represent a second and third consumer revolution. I think a key feature of consumer revolutions is that they reduce women's labor burden in the home while creating new female labor demands. While the technological changes which make a consumer revolution possible take place mainly in industrial sectors women have historically been excluded from, consumer products which reduce women's production in the home both reduces their daily labor burden while demanding new standards of housekeeping, for which women have been historically and continue to be mainly responsible for. Consumerism is thus both a means of female labor liberation and <a href="http://girlscholar.blogspot.com/2009/03/history-matters-grand-finale-guest-post.html">patriarchal equilibrium.</a> Let's talk about the class and gender politics of this another time.</div>Eileenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10165692458130517925noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-183063800153795807.post-61128439150973755322011-05-30T20:31:00.000-07:002011-05-30T20:31:23.546-07:00Summer Goals<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3zKh6vplxxU/TePuW7KYWJI/AAAAAAAAATY/1wwuyQ2vhzw/s1600/Blog+Pictures+493.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3zKh6vplxxU/TePuW7KYWJI/AAAAAAAAATY/1wwuyQ2vhzw/s640/Blog+Pictures+493.jpg" width="426" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Monday was Memorial Day in the US; it's officially for reals summer here (90F helps prove it), so it's time to solidify summer research plans and other things. On the slate for summer blogging plans: <a href="http://sozowhatdoyouknow.blogspot.com/2011/04/me-made-june-join-me.html">Me Made June</a>, the <a href="http://frozendry.blogspot.com/2011/05/invitation-summer-book-club-on-blog.html">Summer Book Club</a>, and Notorious/Another Damned Medivalist's <a href="http://girlscholar.blogspot.com/2011/05/writing-group-call-for-proposals.html">Summer Writing Group</a>. I think I'm going to loosely tie the book club and the writing group together: my reading list (and book club related posting) is going to be heavy on sci fi/fantasy with a feminist angle, along with some more generalized posts on race, feminism, and material culture provoked by my more heavily theoretical reading for my writing project, a first draft of a dissertation chapter. <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-small;">(omg)</span> A lot of what interests me about my dissertation topic is the systemic creation of the consumer culture we engage with now and the personal creation of identity through clothing; I hope the intersection of theoretical issues with consumerism and identity making might interest you as well.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">In non-theoretical news, J and I spent the hottest day of the year (so far) biking and picnicing at Snooty U's arboretum. By my conservative estimate, we biked around a thousand million miles, but J says it was more like ten. Except for a broken shifter on my bike when we were almost home, it was basically one of the most perfect summer days you could ask for: homemade beer, at an empty park, eating fancy cheeses and warm strawberries with a nice boy. More picnics are also on the summer to do list. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
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Deaccessioning is a good word I learned while working for and later researching at museums, and it's how I'm trying to think about the move. It means that, rather than getting rid of something or throwing it away, you deprioritize it out of the primary research or display rotation, and move it on to somewhere that will value it. <br />
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We're currently in the process of deaccessioning books and furniture, which was stressful to begin with, like the plants, but is now becoming less stressful. (I think I got stressed out about the plants because they were one of the last things I had yet to realize we had to move). The furniture stressed me out to begin with because so much of what we have is thrifted and we've put a lot of work into making it ours. Painting, reupholstering, building, it's all too big to move with us, but <a href="http://www.colettepatterns.com/blog/the-handmade-world/how-much-clothing-is-too-much">like handmade clothing</a>, something with that much work put into it is hard to part with. Additionally, I think what stresses me out about the thought of moving is my associations: although all of my own adult moves have been very smooth and relatively stress-free, I never moved as a child until my parents divorced, so it doesn't have the best memories for me.<br />
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Part of what consoles me about deaccessioning furniture which we've put a lot of work into is the thought that if we did it once, we can do it again. It won't be the same, but that's part of the fun of handmade, that you can make it better next time. <br />
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So what does this have to do with all the pattern photos? We've been making a conscious effort to stop buying books, fabric, dishes (I collect vintage/antique serving pieces) and other bulky things, but without really thinking about it, I've shifted my aimless buying to patterns. I was never really interested in accumulating a lot of patterns until the past few months. I started drafting my own patterns two years ago, and stopped buying new patterns unless I had something in mind I wasn't sure how to draft. But there's something consoling about buying vintage patterns: some of these, like the ones in the top photo, have pretty heavy wear but they're still in good shape, and they all have so much potential. They're part of my effort to shift my thinking about the move as a break from what I've made in Overcast to thinking about the move as a bridge to something new and exciting.<br />
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And the news about the move? Next week. Or at least that's what they say. That's two next weeks that the granting agency has pushed off the decision. Their original notification date was 10 May, and it's nearly June. I guess when you're the one handing out the money instead of the one asking for the money, you can call deadlines however you want.Eileenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10165692458130517925noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-183063800153795807.post-10001366979814653852011-05-27T19:32:00.000-07:002011-05-27T19:32:00.620-07:00Summer book club<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-v2OeXL35vPw/TeBd9_0SjgI/AAAAAAAAAS4/a6Us-tg2tAg/s1600/Blog+Pictures+487.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-v2OeXL35vPw/TeBd9_0SjgI/AAAAAAAAAS4/a6Us-tg2tAg/s640/Blog+Pictures+487.jpg" width="480" /></a></div><br />
For anyone who, like myself, needs a little motivation to do more than stare at the book shelf, Freezedried is doing a <a href="http://frozendry.blogspot.com/2011/05/invitation-summer-book-club-on-blog.html">summer book club</a>. I haven't put much thought into my list, but I have a stack of economic/race theory books I need to read and a stack of sci fi/fantasy I want to read. <a href="http://frozendry.blogspot.com/">Hop on over</a> to let her know if you're interested.Eileenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10165692458130517925noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-183063800153795807.post-29825779673095740842011-05-25T14:27:00.000-07:002011-05-25T14:27:12.529-07:00Plants Inside and Out<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-FY9VoSvNKUg/Td1tmyAOzrI/AAAAAAAAAS0/rLjXojrngYs/s1600/Blog+Pictures+483.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-FY9VoSvNKUg/Td1tmyAOzrI/AAAAAAAAAS0/rLjXojrngYs/s640/Blog+Pictures+483.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br />
As part of my <a href="http://dissertationunderconstruction.blogspot.com/2011/05/gardening-and-rain.html">defiant homemaking</a>, the gardening continues. This is the first year I've had a successful garden--our last place only allowed containers, and it was too shady for even lettuce. The half nearest the viewer is the neighbors'; the half towards the back is ours. We'll have some leeway on when we move (J's job goes until mid-September, so we have to be here at least that long) but the neighbors may end up getting the last of our garden. I'm becoming ok with that--they're nice people, and the garden is already worth it for the relaxation I get from it.<br />
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Remember <a href="http://dissertationunderconstruction.blogspot.com/2011/04/on-making-and-shopping-craft-and-art.html">this guy</a>? The little airplant we got in Brooklyn earlier this spring? It's apparently very happy, since it started blooming all over. It's very entertaining to watch, since it changes from breakfast to dinner and puts out more flower buds every day. <br />
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It is also one of the things I'm least worried about packing. We're starting to get rid of books and furniture, since we'll be moving by January no matter what happens. Right now it feels like bailing out the ocean with a teaspoon, since we have so much stuff. I don't know how to begin thinking about which houseplants to move and which to leave. If you've seen my <a href="http://dissertationunderconstruction.blogspot.com/2011/01/huswifery.html">second ever post</a>, you know I have a lot of houseplants, and that's not even all of the houseplants. When we moved across town last summer, the plants alone took a car trip by them selves to move, and I've gotten more since then. (Whoops). There are a couple that I'm looking for the excuse to get rid of (over grown rescue plants and office plants) but my plants are as much of a collection as anything else. It's taken me three years to find and cultivate what I have, and it makes me sad to think of giving them up. Something like my books can be shipped and sustain a little damage, while my collection of antique dishes can be packed relatively compactly and be taken with us in the car. The furniture is mostly going to be sold. But the plants--they take up so much room, won't ship well, and I don't know what to do with them. That's honestly what's stressing me out the most about the move right now. I don't care where we go, just let me take my plants!Eileenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10165692458130517925noreply@blogger.com3