Category: Skool


I always envied the kids that did cool things on their summer vacations. My back-to-school essays were more on the order of “We visited my cousins in Virginia, and I read a lot of books.” The PseudoStepkids, on the other hand, have a wealth of things to write about because they travel so much. Theirs from this summer, for instance, would read “We went to Paris, and London, and Austria, and Israel, and Turkey.” (I just combined several of their trips there, but still, no dearth of material for them. This year, I am somewhere in between my younger self and my kids. I did not leave the country, but I did do the following:

  • Went to Atlanta and met my best friend from high school’s baby daughter.
  • Went to Pittsburgh for a family reunion, where I was told by no less than three people “Wow, you look like a White!” (that’s my mother’s maiden name, not a commentary on my pasty appearance), met a lot of cousins I had never met before, and saw my high school band director and his wife. Also, went to my first casino.
  • Went to Philadelphia, stayed in a hostel, and did research in the American Philosophical Society where I got to examine the originals of letters from Benjamin Franklin’s wife, daughter, and sister. I also ate a cheesesteak while I was there.
  • Went to the Berkshires several times.
  • Went to the beach.
  • Started working out on a semi-regular basis.
  • Heard Foster the People live in Prospect Park. I didn’t see them because there was a barrier around the band shell and I was outside the barrier, but they sounded great!
  • Celebrated nine years of being with Rick.
  • Got into my first fender bender, which was really just an epic fail on my part while trying to parallel park Rick’s car–I don’t get a lot of practice and I cut it way too sharp. I scraped and dented the side of Rick’s car on someone’s bumper. Since this only happened on Friday, I still feel pretty awful about it, even though he has been amazingly nice about the whole thing.

There are also the things that I did that I wouldn’t write into an essay, like:

  • Drank a lot of wine.
  • Taught Charlie how to beg for food on his hind legs like a meerkat.
  • Knit a wee bit.
  • Did some thesis work, but not as much as I might have.
  • Watched a lot of True Blood and Torchwood, which is directly related to the bullet point just above this one.
  • Actually, the working out thing from above should probably go here, because it’s kind of mundane.
  • Was bitten by approximately five million bugs.
  • Made it halfway through my Invisalign treatment (so far, it’s not like I quit after I got there).
  • Wasted a ton of time on my iPad.
  • Read the entire Hunger Game series, some of the Game of Thrones series, and am still reading the latest Julia Grey mystery.

Things I’m going to try to cram into the remaining two weeks of vacation because I either haven’t done them or haven’t done them enough:

  • Go to Governor’s Island.
  • Hit the Rickshaw dumpling truck.
  • Go to the beach at least one more time.
  • Go to the Bronx Zoo with my goddaughter.
  • Back to school shopping and a haircut, because kids should not be the only ones who benefit from this time of year.

No, really, where did the first two weeks of June go? I slacked a little, knit a little, did very little thesis research, and did a lot of stuff in the office, and now here we are, past Flag Day (does anyone still celebrate Flag Day, or is it just a quaint reminder of my childhood?). Incredible. The rest of the summer had better not be like this, because I have a lot of stuff to cram in, and trips to Atlanta, the Berkshires, and Pittsburgh to work around. But really, for all this rushing around, I haven’t done a hell of a lot.

Fortunately, I’ve managed to do enough thesis research that I was able to send out my first progress report on my research to my adviser tonight and actually sound like I have a plan. Hopefully he will not catch to the fact that what I was writing about was really only three evenings of research out of the last three weeks.

I’ve also been working on a special gift for my BFF from high school’s baby girl who has been in the hospital this week because she had to have brain surgery. Now that I don’t have to worry about another thesis report for three weeks, attention will go over to that because it has to be finished, blocked, and dry by the time I get on the plane to Atlanta Thursday morning. Pictures will come when it’s done because I don’t want to ruin the surprise for Colleen.

Other than that, the only change is my new Invisaligns, which I will be wearing for the next five months. They’re not nearly as annoying or painful as metal braces were, but they are taking some getting used to. I brush my teeth about five times a day now, and I can’t talk as fast as I usually do or I sound like Stan’s sister on South Park. Rick finds this, along with the way I now hold my mouth, hysterical. I am not as amused.

And that’s about it from here. More as it happens, but it’s summer, so that might be relatively slowly.

Thesis writing calls for tech, methinks. For my first thesis, I got a new PC. And then because I took so long to write the damn thing, it was on its way out, so I bought my first Mac. For this thesis, an iPad was essential. Ben Franklin made me do it. Now, hear me out.

My thesis adviser has told me that I will probably be spending the summer reading the Franklin Papers. My college library has them, there are 37 published volumes, and they’re pretty sizable books, as you can imagine. I really didn’t want to spend the summer hauling them around, so I checked out my other options. They aren’t best-sellers (my apologies, Dr. Franklin), probably because they’re $100 a volume. Not being a best-seller in print pretty much guarantees you a book won’t be available on Kindle. They’re not. But where they are available is online: all 37 published volumes and then a few they haven’t gotten out in print yet. And while the web design is a little 1999, they’re online. That’s pretty fucking amazing if you think about it.

So, I had the option of reading them all on my laptop. My laptop is lovely, I use it on a daily basis, and so far it hasn’t let me down (I am frantically knocking wood right now). It is, however, a 15″ MacBook Pro, and it’s a few years old, so it’s from before they started using lighter materials. The TARDIS (yes, that’s what I call my laptop, shut up) is heavy. I re-learned this when I took it to the Performing Arts Library twice and the weight of it in my messenger bag nearly threw my neck out. In the summer, I do not like to be stuck in my house. I like to migrate, into the park, to friends’ houses, to hang with the kids, to western Massachusetts…I needed portable. And the iPad, it’s shiny.

So after calling around last weekend and finding that no Verizon stores had them (I wanted a 3G because I didn’t want to be limited to wifi spots – I wanted to be able to read the Franklin papers on the top of Mt. Greylock, if I so desired), and the Apple stores had limited quantities, I flew into Manhattan and got one. 64 GB black Verizon 3G model, the priciest of the lot at $829, not counting the data plan. If I was going to get an iPad, I decided to take my friend Aimee’s advice and get the biggest one I could afford. It was only $100 more than the 32 GB, and I didn’t want to get a 32GB home and realize that I really needed more space (I had gone that route with a 16GB iPod touch a few years ago and learned my lesson from it). My friend Lori was with me and fell so much in love with mine that after three hours and a Texas sized margarita, we went back and got her one. Such is the power of the iPad.

Anyway, that night I stayed up until 3 AM, loading Eleven (yes, I named the iPad after the Eleventh Doctor, shut up) up with all my music. And all my episodes of Doctor Who and Torchwood from iTunes. And several movies. And 150 pictures. And there was still plenty of room. I went into the App Store and downloaded Pages so I can take thesis notes. I downloaded a ton of social networking stuff. I downloaded several games. I downloaded a drawing program. I downloaded a few news apps. I downloaded about ten free e-books. Still plenty of room. I continued the App Store extravaganza last night, when I found out that there was a game for cats (they chase a mouse around the screen. My cats are mighty e-mouse hunters and love this game now). There are apps for journaling. There are apps for blogging (I was going to test one out tonight, but I updated the iPad OS and it ate my blog post when I did that). There are apps for student productivity. There are apps for the Constitution and the Declaration of Independence, which came in handy for my class reading this week. There are freaking Doctor Who comic book apps. I still have like 19 GBs free on this thing.

Hi, my name is Julie, and I’m a Mac. And an app junkie. And oh my god, this thing is awesome. Big kids need nice toys, too, someone recently told me, and they were right. I love Eleven (the iPad. The character on Doctor Who is still growing on me.) But to keep it all thesis related, I set a background that is special to me:

ipad screen cap

That’s Benjamin Franklin’s grave. I’m keeping my eyes on the prize, baby. This time, I do right by Dr. Franklin. I do not write a half-assed thesis the week before it’s due like I did as an undergrad. I come up with something new and original that maybe, just maybe, could someday be part of a book. I owe it to him, and to me.

It’s a little crazy around Casa de Julz y Rick right now. Probably not as much for Rick, but for me, yes, definitely. I have two 15-20 page papers due on the 23rd, which means two things: I don’t get to enjoy the Christmas season until it pretty much is Christmas, and I’m on the verge of having a nervous breakdown until then. This is when I try to get all the research done and neatly organized into notes, because I know that is the key to my writing style. If I can get those notes and an outline done, I will feel much better and be in good position to write. Until that happens, I’m a wreck. Never mind that I do, in fact, have a rough draft of one paper that means that 2/3 of it is basically written. I cannot focus on that, only how much I have left to do for the other one, and entire work days are spent in a state of panic because this is time I could be working! I have taken Friday and Monday off for this very reason, and I might take Tuesday off, too, although my bosses do not know this yet. Must keep 4.0 GPA!!!

Also, must find one more present for Amelia, who is the last person on my Christmas list that needs to be bought for. Feel free to comment with whatever you think a college freshman might like, bearing in mind that she has a lot of stuff. I could just get a gift card, I suppose, but because I got Sage two gifts (and no gift cards), that feels like a cop-out. Seriously, any ideas are welcome.

Finally, since I was completely panicked last night about my paper, I did the logical thing and watched Jeopardy with Rick (I have always been a procrastinator. You can ask my mom.) During that, this conversation happened, and I have no idea why.

Rick: What is a porcupine!

Me: What?

Rick: A porcupine! You would like a porcupine.

Me: Why would I like a porcupine?

Rick: Because you like all animals.

Me: So I would like a porcupine?

Rick: You would feel sorry for a porcupine out there in this cold.

Me: Well, yeah, actually I wou…wait a minute, why does this mean I would like a porcupine?

I seriously have no idea where this came from, and he never did answer me. It’s like the night before when I sat straight up and said “You know what would be a good Christmas present? E.L.O.!!!” Stuff like this happens all the time at our house. We must be at the vortex of random.

Now I go back to worrying about the paper and what to get Amelia. Perhaps a porcupine. She likes animals, after all.

*actual line spoken by Hawkeye to Hot Lips in the pilot of M*A*S*H.

So Janice is a genius. (Say that three times fast, and I guarantee in the end you’ll be doing the conga. Janice is a gen-ius! Janice is a gen-ius!) In this comment right here, she suggested that I turn on captions while watching M*A*S*H. This had not occurred to me, mostly because I never use the captions. Because I am stupid. If I miss something, I might rewind the movie several times, and if I don’t catch it? I just let it go. Seriously, it had never occurred to me to switch on the captions.

But last night, I did, and GAME CHANGER! I was only watching episodes of the TV series last night, and while the captions are occasionally a little off, missing a word or so that I guess didn’t appear in the script, it made transcription So. Much. Easier. (Why yes, I am trying to use every possible method to convey emphasis in type. Emphasis does not come in just one kind, people. It’s a rainbow.)

I only made it through three eps last night, and they were all relatively early in the series (pilot episode, episode three, and one from the second season), but I can’t believe how totally misogynistic they were. The movie, yes, I knew the movie was misogynistic, but when I was little, I had a crush on Hawkeye and totally wished he would pay attention to me like he was to those nurses, because he was so cute! (Give me a break, this was ages 5-13, I didn’t know any better.) But last night, I was watching it thinking “Jesus, Hawkeye is a complete ass to those women. And so is Trapper.” (I might have had a crush on Trapper at a young age as well.) “And goddamn are they mean to Hot Lips, she hasn’t done anything to deserve this kind of treatment.” Ah, the distance between a 70s/80s dramedy and someone who came of age in the age of political correctness. I still enjoy the show, it’s still funny, but it’s got an edge to it that I never noticed before and will probably never miss again. It’s a good thing Alan Alda’s real feelings about women surfaced in the character of Hawkeye in later seasons and he stopped being such a bastard.

Piece of advice: when looking for paper topics, remember that you will have to examine your subject critically, even if it was a cherished part of your childhood, and bear in mind that this could ruin it for you. Choose subjects accordingly.

I was very proud of myself, thinking up watching M*A*S*H for my term paper. The one thing that I hadn’t counted on was the note taking process. With books, you highlight or copy and paste, or whatever. With a movie, you have to rewind over and over again to get the lines transcribed perfectly. This wouldn’t be a problem with most movies whose scripts are available online. However, since it’s a Robert Altman film, there was a lot of improv, and the script available online bears little relation to what was happening on the screen in the end.

I have seven pages of notes, and although the film is only 116 minutes, it took me about three and a half hours to watch the whole thing. Still massively entertaining, and better than reading a monograph, but not as easy as I had thought it would be. And I still have to watch about five episodes. If this were Twitter, I would totally tag this post #firstworldproblems.

Rough drafts for both papers due next Wednesday (and they are very rough) are done. I will revise this weekend around the Parents’ Weekend events, go to Rhinebeck on Sunday, and hopefully have both final drafts knocked out by Monday so that I can pack for SAFF. I am super proud of myself that both rough drafts are longer than they need to be, which bodes well for what will remain after cuts and revisions.

And now, I’m going to try to get to bed before 2 AM for the first time in a week.

I try not to take more than one day a week off of the blogging these days. Because if you take two off, soon enough it leads to three, and we have seen what happens then, it’s a slippery slope and six months later everyone is all “Didn’t she used to have a blog?”

But tonight, in between rounds of Plants vs. Zombies (you’re going to hate me for that if you click it), I am trying to knock out the rough draft of my historiographical lit review for the Vietnam colloquium, wherein I discuss why some people are hating on the idea of M*A*S*H as being about Vietnam. I have discussed two sources now, and it’s 11 PM, so I don’t foresee it getting done tonight like I had planned, but hey, I’m on page two of a 5-7 page paper. It ain’t all bad. I am skimping on the class reading this week though, and I feel a little guilty about that, particularly since I will be missing class entirely next week to be among my knitterly tribe in Asheville.

But I couldn’t disappoint my four readers (that counts you, Andrew). See how much I love you guys?

From the last post, I see that Vince and I are not alone in this student thing…well, I knew that actually, because I have a ton of friends from Ravelry that are doing advanced degrees now, too, probably because of the economy. But anyway, I realized that there are a lot of us for whom the online learning portion of our degrees is brand new. I did an MFA about ten years ago, and at that point the computer was still just for typing your papers and procrastinating, and not a lot in between. When I started this MA last fall, I was amazed to see how far the internet has come. I can literally sit in my jim-jams at 3 AM and do legitimate research on the computer. For my M*A*S*H historiographical essay alone, I downloaded about 12 PDFs of articles from various sources, and you would be amazed at the primary source material for Vietnam that is also available on the web. Additionally, several of my profs have utilized a program called Blackboard to post readings for our classes, either in the form of PDF of eBook. Ten years ago, that stuff would have been a thick course pack of xeroxes from our campus printer. It’s kind of incredible, if you think about it, but people who grew up with this kind of learning (like my pseudostepkids) are just blase about it, and those of us who grew up before it often have no idea about what’s out there.

Today, my fellow students, I give you a time-saving present that one of my classmates gave me. It’s called BibMe.org, and while that sounds dirty, it is in fact, awesome. Basically, it generates bibliographies for you in most of the research format (MLA, APA, Chicago Manual of Style, etc.). You either enter the publication information about the sources you use manually or use BibMe’s search feature to locate the information, then tell it which format you want to use, and it generates your bibliography for you, which can then be exported to Word. Now, it has its shortcomings, mainly because it’s pretty meat and potatoes. It does not account for any fancy circumstances, like editor as author, or issue number only (rather than volume). But what I’ve done for both of the papers I’ve been working on this weekends is this: enter the basic stuff on BibMe (or use the search feature, which works better for books than for journal articles), generate a basic bibliography, and then export it to Word and tweak for the fancy circumstances there. It is not a miracle worker, but it is a time-saver, and I think I love it. Maybe you will, too.

I was one of those kids who was in love with my own handwriting from a very young age (I say this like it’s a common phenomena. It is, right?). I sometimes think I started writing stories just because it allowed me to fill up whole pages with my handwriting. To this day, even though so much of my job is handwritten, I still feel that way. I take my class notes by hand, even now that I have the option of using a laptop. I have always taken notes and written outlines for papers out, and I have a stack of 5″x7″ index cards for the express purpose of doing Thesis, Argument, Structure, Evidence summaries for each source I use when I write papers.

Last night, a bit pressed for time, I decided it would be faster to just type all of my notes into Word. I got a sense of accomplishment out of it that I hadn’t expected and was really jazzed when I realized that I had eleven pages of notes, double spaced, and the paper itself was only supposed to be five pages, double spaced. This morning, I realized something even more awesome. By taking my notes on the computer last night, I had put myself into the mode of phrasing the concepts as I might do in the paper. Which meant, of course, that I could just copy and paste those things directly into my paper. Obviously, I was never meant for a career in rocket science since it took me this long to figure out something so completely obvious, but oh my god, INSTANT FIRST DRAFT!!! Well, maybe not instant, since I still had to write the connections between the sources I was discussing as well as an intro and conclusion, but pretty damned close to instant! And that is how I started “writing” my first draft at 9:00 this morning and have a first draft done at 4:oo, even with food breaks and a subsequent America’s Next Top Model break.

Because of the way the question I was writing about it phrased (as in, it’s about two completely different aspects of slavery), I will have to really make the intro and conclusion work, but the rough draft was done in seven hours, and it’s onto the top of the seventh page. I can’t remember the last time I wrote a paper that went over the page limit set by the professor, or when I had a rough draft completed a week and a half before it was due (I think the reason for that is because neither one has ever happened.) I am feeling very accomplished, and totally guilt-free about going to the Lincoln Center DJ performance tonight. I just hope I can keep this roll up for the rest of the weekend, because it will make our trip to see Amelia at Harvard next weekend so much more enjoyable if all I have to worry about are minor tweaks.

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