<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20099192.post8978679896405652157..comments</id><updated>2007-11-01T23:53:20.536-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Comments on Reassigned Time: Choices</title><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reassignedtime.blogspot.com/feeds/8978679896405652157/comments/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20099192/8978679896405652157/comments/default'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reassignedtime.blogspot.com/2007/10/choices.html'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20099192/8978679896405652157/comments/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25'/><author><name>Dr. Crazy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12457967076373916629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>39</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20099192.post-1212732572740625325</id><published>2007-11-01T23:53:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-11-01T23:53:00.000-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Wow, I tried to read most of the comments, but the...</title><content type='html'>Wow, I tried to read most of the comments, but there are so many! What a conversation you have going here.&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;I understand some of the things you write about, and other things I don't.  I think this is largely because I am much younger than you and more of these choices are still to be made for me, and so I have the sense that, well, I get to choose when I get there.  So I'm not going to go off on how you actually have choice, or had choices, etc., but I just want to say this.  &lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;I totally disagreed with your paragraph on online dating.  I met my husband on there, my brother met a great girl he dated for over a year on there, my mom found her first relationship out of a nearly 25 year marriage on the internet, and last but most exciting, my advisor, a female professor on the tenure-track who to me seemed so committed to her job that I thought she might fall into the single forever place, just got engaged to a man she's been dating for a year whom she met through a dating site.  I'm so excited for her!!!&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;The reasons to internet date are many.  For me, it wasn't a last resort.  I went to it first.  I just don't understand why you'd want to try and hit it off in a bar with a random stranger who most likely you're only talking to because you think is physically attractive, when you could read a whole page of information about the person before you decide if you want to contact them!&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;I know that distance is tough and maybe you've tried online dating in your area and it's not working, but I would just encourage you to not be disheartened - stay on the sites over time and keep looking - eventually you may find that great match!</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20099192/8978679896405652157/comments/default/1212732572740625325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20099192/8978679896405652157/comments/default/1212732572740625325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reassignedtime.blogspot.com/2007/10/choices.html?showComment=1193975580000#c1212732572740625325' title=''/><author><name>Flicka Mawa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07980397607173310481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><thr:in-reply-to xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0' href='http://reassignedtime.blogspot.com/2007/10/choices.html' ref='tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20099192.post-8978679896405652157' source='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20099192/posts/default/8978679896405652157' type='text/html'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20099192.post-7500087274016206989</id><published>2007-10-22T12:36:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-22T12:36:00.000-04:00</updated><title type='text'>This post and conversation are really fantastic. T...</title><content type='html'>This post and conversation are really fantastic. Thanks to all for the honesty.&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;I am in in a healthy, happy, and supportive long-term relationship. Funny thing, sometimes I resent how wonderful my SO is, because I *can* rely on that support being there. I am sorry, because I know this sounds insanely selfish, but sometimes having that relationship is a difficult thing. It allows you to stay in that cushy, safe realm. Even among two independent-minded, independence oriented people, a long-term relationship can coddle you, make risk taking seem infinitely *less* desirable. (Why would I want to go to grad school with full funding when it is so far away? How can I spend a year in a foreign country volunteering/teaching, when you are here? Why would I go to dinner and a movie alone, when I could go with you?)   At this stage, you don't make decisions for just one person. You may ultimately make a decision for you-singular rather than you-plural, but it's a decision to be made, one that can feel like an incredible burden.&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;I'm not trying, in any way, to say that you have it better if you are single . More that there are treasures to being single are different than for those partnered. And in our hetero-normative culture, the treasures of being single are shoved under the rug.&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;Being lonely is a heavy burden that I *don't* mean to take away from anyone. However, being single also allows you more of that very choice you are wishing for. If you had a family the choice of changing career and/or changing location would not exist in the same way, if at all.</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20099192/8978679896405652157/comments/default/7500087274016206989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20099192/8978679896405652157/comments/default/7500087274016206989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reassignedtime.blogspot.com/2007/10/choices.html?showComment=1193070960000#c7500087274016206989' title=''/><author><name>m. minkoff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06990466546123333194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><thr:in-reply-to xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0' href='http://reassignedtime.blogspot.com/2007/10/choices.html' ref='tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20099192.post-8978679896405652157' source='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20099192/posts/default/8978679896405652157' type='text/html'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20099192.post-7039486210848041081</id><published>2007-10-18T14:14:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-18T14:14:00.000-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I tried to leave a comment before, but it gotten s...</title><content type='html'>I tried to leave a comment before, but it gotten savagely eaten by an oversensitive keyboard.  (That's what I get for thinking of commenting on blogs when at work anyway.)  &lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;What I most admire in this post is its fearless fierce honesty.  I love that you said that you would give up your job in a minute if it meant you could have a family.  And that you acknowledged that one of the things that really influences us in our choices is feminism.  Lately, I feel like the worst feminist in the world.  I want to be with the man I love.  Period.  My desire to make a life with him trumps my the adventurousness that led me to take the job I have now.  I didn't know I would be this kind of person -- and I'm a bit embarrassed about it, to tell you the truth.  So hearing you, Dr. Crazy, reveal such things made me finally sigh out a breath I didn't know I was holding.  (I hope that makes sense to somebody.)  Thanks as always, Dr. C.  Now if you'd like to 1) sign me up for your fantasy plan complete with rollicking toddler and book deal; and 2) talk to my chair for me -- that would be great.</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20099192/8978679896405652157/comments/default/7039486210848041081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20099192/8978679896405652157/comments/default/7039486210848041081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reassignedtime.blogspot.com/2007/10/choices.html?showComment=1192731240000#c7039486210848041081' title=''/><author><name>Earnest English</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01947000435270263070</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><thr:in-reply-to xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0' href='http://reassignedtime.blogspot.com/2007/10/choices.html' ref='tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20099192.post-8978679896405652157' source='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20099192/posts/default/8978679896405652157' type='text/html'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20099192.post-1266882714340651056</id><published>2007-10-18T11:47:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-18T11:47:00.000-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Thank you for this.  I couldn't have said it bette...</title><content type='html'>Thank you for this.  I couldn't have said it better myself.</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20099192/8978679896405652157/comments/default/1266882714340651056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20099192/8978679896405652157/comments/default/1266882714340651056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reassignedtime.blogspot.com/2007/10/choices.html?showComment=1192722420000#c1266882714340651056' title=''/><author><name>Eddie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05681426100546504393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><thr:in-reply-to xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0' href='http://reassignedtime.blogspot.com/2007/10/choices.html' ref='tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20099192.post-8978679896405652157' source='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20099192/posts/default/8978679896405652157' type='text/html'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20099192.post-2571450436805181265</id><published>2007-10-17T12:03:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-17T12:03:00.000-04:00</updated><title type='text'>This weekend, I went back to my undergrad alma mat...</title><content type='html'>This weekend, I went back to my undergrad alma mater for an alumni volunteer weekend.  I talked to alum from many, many classes.  When I mentioned my Ph.D. and my job, one woman from the class of 1953 looked at me over her glasses and said, "You know you've educated yourself out of many opportunities."  And she made this stacked pyramid motion with her hands, indicating that the higher up one goes, academically speaking, the more tapering of options.&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;Where was she when I was just starting my cultural studies Ph.D.?!  (I probably wouldn't have listened.)&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;As far as spouses go, I totally lucked out.  I took a year off during grad school and worked as a staff writer at a community newspaper.  I met my husband there.  On paper, we're nothing alike: he barely graduated from high school, he used meth for 10 years, he's a (sober) alcoholic, yada yada.  Yet he's one of the brightest people I've ever met.  Placing myself in a totally different atmosphere allowed me to meet people I wouldn't normally have considered to be spousal material.&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;And so now I have the husband, the toddler, and the Ph.D.  And no prospects, really, for a tenure-track job because I'm hesitant to leave this great town.  But because I'm at a very large university, there are a ton of interesting staff jobs.  So I've tried out a couple, and I really like the one I'm in now: helping faculty improve their teaching.  The work is as challenging as I want it to be, the starting pay is equivalent to an assistant prof's salary in this area, and I never think about work after 5 p.m. or on weekends.&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;I pick up a class now and again when I feel I miss the classroom.  But when it's time to grade papers, I remember why I decided to make the change.  I don't regret it at all, even though at first I felt like a total failure.</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20099192/8978679896405652157/comments/default/2571450436805181265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20099192/8978679896405652157/comments/default/2571450436805181265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reassignedtime.blogspot.com/2007/10/choices.html?showComment=1192636980000#c2571450436805181265' title=''/><author><name>trillwing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02434392840359276805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><thr:in-reply-to xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0' href='http://reassignedtime.blogspot.com/2007/10/choices.html' ref='tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20099192.post-8978679896405652157' source='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20099192/posts/default/8978679896405652157' type='text/html'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20099192.post-3531615308103425403</id><published>2007-10-17T00:39:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-17T00:39:00.000-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanks for posting this.  While I won't repeat wha...</title><content type='html'>Thanks for posting this.  While I won't repeat what others have said . . . what YOU have said has resonated with so many people . . . you are experiencing some deep frustrations and anxieties, and on so many levels you are dead on right about the choices/non-choices we make for ourselves.  But what you (and we) need to realize is that your experience is not so different from our experiences.  While we have chosen the "good" life (culturally defined), in so many ways, it's a "hard" life, it's a limited life, and it can be a lonely life.  Most of us aren't living out of cars and we hae enough food to eat, there are those other basic necessities of life that are hard to come by when in this profession (significant others, relationships, home, children, families).  We need those things just as much as we need shelter and food.  (IMO)  ... and we are not wrong in wanting them or searching for them.    Not at all.&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;Anyway, thanks for posting this.  Really.</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20099192/8978679896405652157/comments/default/3531615308103425403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20099192/8978679896405652157/comments/default/3531615308103425403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reassignedtime.blogspot.com/2007/10/choices.html?showComment=1192595940000#c3531615308103425403' title=''/><author><name>Billie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15204770067602701096</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><thr:in-reply-to xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0' href='http://reassignedtime.blogspot.com/2007/10/choices.html' ref='tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20099192.post-8978679896405652157' source='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20099192/posts/default/8978679896405652157' type='text/html'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20099192.post-1587406180799263099</id><published>2007-10-17T00:37:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-17T00:37:00.000-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I have only one dumb pragmatic suggestion (dumb be...</title><content type='html'>I have only one dumb pragmatic suggestion (dumb because it may not be possible--don't know your actual situation): move house.  Keep the job, try a different town or different neighborhood.  If you're truly in the middle of nowhere, this isn't an option.  But for some people, some places, commuting is possible and opens up new . . . choices (that word again).  You have my sympathies.</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20099192/8978679896405652157/comments/default/1587406180799263099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20099192/8978679896405652157/comments/default/1587406180799263099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reassignedtime.blogspot.com/2007/10/choices.html?showComment=1192595820000#c1587406180799263099' title=''/><author><name>Marcelle Proust</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05987555499861902190</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><thr:in-reply-to xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0' href='http://reassignedtime.blogspot.com/2007/10/choices.html' ref='tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20099192.post-8978679896405652157' source='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20099192/posts/default/8978679896405652157' type='text/html'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20099192.post-7628397978657329852</id><published>2007-10-17T00:00:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-17T00:00:00.000-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Crazy, this post resonated so much with me. I'm no...</title><content type='html'>Crazy, this post resonated so much with me. I'm not with anybody and can't find anybody right here. I'm going on the market and who knows where I will end up. I worry that I will get a job in some isolated place where I will never find anyone and have a hard time making friends. And that, compared to all the shitstorms and work levels I've been dealing with while dissertating that have left me feeling too busy and overwhelmed to create a personal life, the actual job will be even worse and more work. I am very afraid of this.&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;On the other hand, I'm watching you deal with this, and watching you survive it. You're planning, you're  living, you are assessing the options (and calling out the profession for its problems and lack of options) and you are showing us all that it is not the end of the world, that it is, as other commenters have been saying, life. &lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;So I'll keep reading and see what decisions you make next.</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20099192/8978679896405652157/comments/default/7628397978657329852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20099192/8978679896405652157/comments/default/7628397978657329852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reassignedtime.blogspot.com/2007/10/choices.html?showComment=1192593600000#c7628397978657329852' title=''/><author><name>Sisyphus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09880634753539329199</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><thr:in-reply-to xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0' href='http://reassignedtime.blogspot.com/2007/10/choices.html' ref='tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20099192.post-8978679896405652157' source='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20099192/posts/default/8978679896405652157' type='text/html'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20099192.post-7979980631493391017</id><published>2007-10-16T17:43:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-16T17:43:00.000-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Dude, I go out for two hours to beautify and look ...</title><content type='html'>Dude, I go out for two hours to beautify and look at the flurry of comments!  The discussion!  Looking at the number of comments in this comment thread, I'd almost think that this was a conversation over at the Lounge!  So thanks, all, for commenting.  This has been such an interesting discussion to follow, and really, reading all that you've written in response makes me feel INFINITELY better than I was feeling last night.  &lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;One thing that I think got lost in my pessimism throughout the post was that I wasn't actually saying that there are no choices, but that the "more choices from more education" thing is just not true.  And this is where I often find myself feeling frustrated - because people in general (like my mother) tend to believe this and so act like my complaints are in some way about personal failing or personal inability to cope, because really, education means more options not fewer options.  Not so, in my experience.  So yes, we all have options, choices that we can make.    And yes, we all just try to do the best we can.  And lots of times things can turn out great with a little ingenuity.  But some of the structural things that define one's choices within academia are ultimately pretty brutal, and surviving them is inherently easier if one is in a very traditional personal-life set-up, even though most of us don't have that.  That can put one in a downright pessimistic frame of mind.  &lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;One thing I'm seeing is a certain amount of grass-is-greener-ism going on, and it's not my intent to foster that... It's not about measuring pain, saying that partnered people necessarily have it easier than single in all areas, or vice versa.  (or men than women, or people with kids vs. people without.  Whatever.)  Not so.  The terms are different, but pain is pain.  &lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;I will say that it's easier *whatever* one's situation if one has a strong support network, and I do think that this is easier to achieve if one is partnered with somebody who lives in the same place.  That said, if I lived nearer to close friends or nearer to family, if I had a crew of local peeps, I'd be more centered than I currently am, whatever the boyfriend situation or the specific job situation.  It's difficult to know what to change or how to change when one feels as if one is operating without a net. &lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;As for the specific situation with the dude, well, there's a bit of a power struggle occurring at the moment, and there's a lot of doubt on both sides about entering into what amounts to a committed thing when the chances are so slim for it to work out and when certain kinds of information aren't available.  In many ways, the situation demands putting the cart way before the horse - you've got to think about living together (even if only for a month-long stretch) before you even know if you could stand being in the same place for regular dates.  You've got to negotiate things like what the fuck to do with your cat should you be gone for a month-long stretch, or should you be traveling regularly.  Because, indeed, the Man-Kitty needs a great deal of attention.  Such a situation can mean that you achieve a kind of emotional intimacy that usually doesn't happen until after you've spent long stretches of time together with a person.  I'm not saying it can't work, but there are a lot of variables that one can't predict, not in the way you could if you met in a more conventional situation. My non-academic friends liken my current situation to being one of those women who falls in love with a death row inmate she's never met in person.  This analogy is not totally off the mark.&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;I also like the comments about professional choices (Second Line, Curmudgeon) and the limitations on those.  You know, the thing is, I think the options can be greater than we think they are in those areas, but I also think that there is a good deal of luck involved in making such options a reality.  The fact is, I could go into administration at my current institution, and in fact there are a number of people who want to see that happen.  The thing is, I don't think it would really make me happy, not without a bunch of other things happening that are utterly beyond my control.  And even then I'd miss just professing, and it would mean giving up other dreams that I'm not willing to give up :)&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;Here's where I'd consider a career change: I'd consider it for marriage.  In the fantasy-land version of what I'd do, I'd quit the job to move elsewhere to be with a person.  I'd get a lecturing gig for a year or two, and while that was happening, I'd start writing a novel.  And then, finances and relationship permitting, I'd quit the lecturing, devote myself to the novel and to having a baby.  And then I'd become a bestseller, natch, and life would be bliss (hee!)&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;Now.  Let's say no partner is on the horizon.  I wouldn't quit my job.  And I can't start the novel while on the tenure-track.  But post-tenure, if I were at my current institution, I would totally slack with the research and service and I'd start the novel.  And if things fell into place, I'd get a contract for it, and if it went really well and I became some sort of super-best-seller, I'd quit the job and move someplace more hospitable and just be a novelist.  This is a plan B that I actually can imagine for myself, and while ambitious and perhaps insane, it does seem realistic to me.  The problem is, it is a very long-range sort of plan, and if I want to have kids, it puts that at least 7 or so years down the road.  And it might mean doing it on my own, which I'm not sure would be what I'd choose, given my druthers.  &lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;Now, that's the fantasy-land plan.  The option I'm actually pursuing right now is that I'm applying selectively this year for things, and I'm hoping that the book will be the thing that makes the difference.  All of the jobs would be an improvement on the current one in terms of balance of teaching/research.  Two of them get me closer to family and would be in more hospitable locations.  One would get me to the location of the dude.  One would get me to the location of my high school BFF.  One would get me to a city I really like, where there are family connections, and that is within a few hours not only of high school BFF but also of grad school BFF.  If any of these worked out, I wouldn't even consider leaving the profession.  But we know the market, folks, and I'm not holding my breath.&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;So yes, there are choices.  And I'm thinking and plotting and planning, and I'm going to figure it out.  But sometimes, well, knowing that intellectually and *really* knowing it - like, deep down - are two very different things.  And so thus, the pessimism of recent posts.&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;Also, remember: I'm finishing a book, I'm on the market, I'm crazy with a new prep and with other research commitments, and I'm PMS-y.  There's a lot going on over here :)&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;That said, my hair, it is fabulous :)</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20099192/8978679896405652157/comments/default/7979980631493391017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20099192/8978679896405652157/comments/default/7979980631493391017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reassignedtime.blogspot.com/2007/10/choices.html?showComment=1192570980000#c7979980631493391017' title=''/><author><name>Dr. Crazy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12457967076373916629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='17421274135040913810'/></author><thr:in-reply-to xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0' href='http://reassignedtime.blogspot.com/2007/10/choices.html' ref='tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20099192.post-8978679896405652157' source='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20099192/posts/default/8978679896405652157' type='text/html'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20099192.post-147969046124731995</id><published>2007-10-16T15:55:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-16T15:55:00.000-04:00</updated><title type='text'>it's all just hard. academic life and what people ...</title><content type='html'>it's all just hard. academic life and what people think of your choices (including -- maybe especially what we think of our own choices). &lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;i do like what Chris (the optimist) said about DOING something. for me, living in Utah, i found my work with Sundance, and it has made things soooo much better for me ... to remember that i am not my job, my title, my rank, my salary, etc. &lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;that said, did i expect to end up better off? sure? did i expect to be respected and well-paid and to have a sense that i would be desirable beyond Utah? sure. but hey, this is what it is (don't you hate that saying?! i do, but sometimes it applies ;)&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;it sounds as though i'm just blowing happy smoke your way, but i'm not. actually, the promises of education need to be examined, frequently and vigorously. we're in it (or not).&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;i have a friend (a student intern who helped me w/ my first film) who was contemplating going back to college vs. continuing to work on films in his various capacities (many skills, he has). he loves film. wants a career in film. has opportunties now. i don't think i did him a disservice by suggesting that his education could wait. and then, i arranged to get him class credit for the work he did for/with me. he didn't even fill out the paperwork (which frustrated *and* delighted me ... i mean, he's got priorities, *right now* ... he's living his life, not imagining the life he wants to live).&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;but it's all hard. i constantly question what i'm doing. constantly. &lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;i don't know if this helps, but i hope things look up for you soon :)</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20099192/8978679896405652157/comments/default/147969046124731995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20099192/8978679896405652157/comments/default/147969046124731995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reassignedtime.blogspot.com/2007/10/choices.html?showComment=1192564500000#c147969046124731995' title=''/><author><name>bonnie lenore kyburz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04856781539848156298</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><thr:in-reply-to xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0' href='http://reassignedtime.blogspot.com/2007/10/choices.html' ref='tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20099192.post-8978679896405652157' source='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20099192/posts/default/8978679896405652157' type='text/html'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20099192.post-4325942905006625949</id><published>2007-10-16T15:40:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-16T15:40:00.000-04:00</updated><title type='text'>There are ALL KINDS of variations in our lives tha...</title><content type='html'>&lt;I&gt;There are ALL KINDS of variations in our lives that make us make wrenching choices, that don't at all feel like "luxuries."&lt;/I&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;I get that... I get that those wrenching choices do not feel like luxuries when you're making them.  Yet to those of us who WANT to be in the same city as our partners, yet are struggling to make that happen, to us, those other decisions (when to have kids, whether to uproot your family) appear to be luxurious because we, too, wonder about those things, yet we don't even have the opportunity to seriously consider them.&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;I take your point that life will not all of a sudden get easier... I consistently find that once I work out one dilemma, another one presents itself.  However, I find that it's really rough for me not to be very jealous of those who can live within at least 100 miles of their significant others, and I am willing to change jobs to move!  Seriously!  I work hard to contain the jealousy, because it's not the problem of others that I chose to be in a LDR, yet it is still hard, and I have to think that some degree of why it is difficult is because I chose to pursue this profession.  I mean, if I was still a junior high math teacher, it would be TONS easier to pick up and move.  No doubt.  So, I made that choice, to become an academic, and it constrained my other options.  And I know that others have a lot of constrains, too, not just me.  My immediate constraints are really weighing on me, though.</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20099192/8978679896405652157/comments/default/4325942905006625949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20099192/8978679896405652157/comments/default/4325942905006625949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reassignedtime.blogspot.com/2007/10/choices.html?showComment=1192563600000#c4325942905006625949' title=''/><author><name>BrightStar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11167685794935402108</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><thr:in-reply-to xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0' href='http://reassignedtime.blogspot.com/2007/10/choices.html' ref='tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20099192.post-8978679896405652157' source='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20099192/posts/default/8978679896405652157' type='text/html'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20099192.post-1303799845634158991</id><published>2007-10-16T15:31:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-16T15:31:00.000-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I've been thinking about this off and on throughou...</title><content type='html'>I've been thinking about this off and on throughout the day.  As a single male, I find myself in the same boat.  I've landed in a part of the country where my age bracket has largely fled.  I wasn't wild about the area, and I'm less wild about it a few years into living here.  &lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;It's true that there are careers that are similar.  My last longterm relationship was with a woman in publishing, and the biggest factor in the relationship fizzling was the complete difficulty in planning how to even potentially get to the same place.  I'm on the market and won't know where/if I'm going to land for several more months, and the stress of that uncertain was more than the relationship could take.  &lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;As for finding a new job, between the Ph.D. which makes finding careers difficult outside of academia ("You're overqualified and will want too much money."), relative inexperience within academia ("You?  An administrator?  But you're in your 30s and have barely been involved in the University."), combined with a theoretical perspective that is enough to scuttle conversations ("A simple search in Google showed your research is on...")makes changing jobs a problem. &lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;What frustrates me is the "love it or leave it" attitude in an area that on the face of it is about learning from and adapting to situations.</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20099192/8978679896405652157/comments/default/1303799845634158991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20099192/8978679896405652157/comments/default/1303799845634158991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reassignedtime.blogspot.com/2007/10/choices.html?showComment=1192563060000#c1303799845634158991' title=''/><author><name>Dr. Curmudgeon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17311538014480815090</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><thr:in-reply-to xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0' href='http://reassignedtime.blogspot.com/2007/10/choices.html' ref='tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20099192.post-8978679896405652157' source='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20099192/posts/default/8978679896405652157' type='text/html'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20099192.post-6550084026833738849</id><published>2007-10-16T15:18:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-16T15:18:00.000-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Side stepping the limits on personal choices here....</title><content type='html'>Side stepping the limits on personal choices here.  When I started reading Dr. C., I thought you wer going to talk about the limited alterantive professional choices for the highly educated, because they *are* very limited.  &lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;I tried desperately to get out of academe and adjuncting, but was unable to.  Why?  Because I am flagrantly over qualified for entry or near-entry level coporate positions -- and as a result of all those years in grad. school, I am in possession of a very specialized (read: limited) skill set.  &lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;I have friends in HR positions who confirm what I learned via experience.  The _______ department does not want jsut a qualified person to perform the tasks required of the position in the ________ department.  They want someone who will be satisfied and happy performing said tasks.  And say what you will of HR people or the department heads doing the hiring, they're not so blind or stupid to not see that a guy with a Ph.D. in Comparative Literature is likely going to be less than satisfied doing a job in the _________ department. &lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;And if you respond by saying, 'but a steady pay check and health insurance will make me happy as a clam, and I'll be the most conscientious and hard worker you've ever had', the HR folks will point you toward the door leading back onto the street.   &lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;Yes indeed, our choices are limited.</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20099192/8978679896405652157/comments/default/6550084026833738849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20099192/8978679896405652157/comments/default/6550084026833738849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reassignedtime.blogspot.com/2007/10/choices.html?showComment=1192562280000#c6550084026833738849' title=''/><author><name>Second Line</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11027186818733260061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><thr:in-reply-to xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0' href='http://reassignedtime.blogspot.com/2007/10/choices.html' ref='tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20099192.post-8978679896405652157' source='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20099192/posts/default/8978679896405652157' type='text/html'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20099192.post-3260519443707918818</id><published>2007-10-16T15:17:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-16T15:17:00.000-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Nicely said, LOAF.  I think it's the "out of my co...</title><content type='html'>Nicely said, LOAF.  I think it's the "out of my control" thing that is the most frustrating for *me* when I think about stuff like this.  As someone who has worked so very hard to shape her future in her career, it's almost inconceivable to me that so much of this I don't control.&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;But I guess I think there's the presumption that somehow if you have the "partner" thing worked out with the "career" thing, one's choices are easier, or that everything will be a bed of roses.  There are ALL KINDS of variations in our lives that make us make wrenching choices, that don't at all feel like "luxuries."</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20099192/8978679896405652157/comments/default/3260519443707918818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20099192/8978679896405652157/comments/default/3260519443707918818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reassignedtime.blogspot.com/2007/10/choices.html?showComment=1192562220000#c3260519443707918818' title=''/><author><name>MaggieMay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03047700345491098393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><thr:in-reply-to xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0' href='http://reassignedtime.blogspot.com/2007/10/choices.html' ref='tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20099192.post-8978679896405652157' source='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20099192/posts/default/8978679896405652157' type='text/html'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20099192.post-6942375702813839236</id><published>2007-10-16T15:08:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-16T15:08:00.000-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I think maggiemay makes a good point that part of ...</title><content type='html'>I think maggiemay makes a good point that part of this reflects the difficulty of adulthood (which also correlates with Flavia's example of her cool single friends living in "good" places -- and this is a group to which I think I belong(give or take the coolness factor), and yes, it's still hard).  &lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;However, I really related to your post.  I don't think you're really saying we don't have choices, just that these are really difficult, and, and the choices are often within pretty narrow constraints.  Yes, you could change careers, even though you love it (and it's telling, I think, that many of the suggestions have been to do just that, even though you're happy with and successful in your career, if not all details of your current institution).  But, that certainly doesn't feel like much of a choice most of the time, even though technically it's there.  And yes, there are things to try to meet people, but there's no  guarantee they will work, so again it's very easy to feel like these things are out of our control.  Plus, to some degree, all of these things are out of our control.  We can try, but we can't guarantee success (however defined).  And a lot of people face similar struggles, and yet this career path shapes the struggles.  And sometimes that just gets *tiring.*  Which is why I loved your last paragraph so much.</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20099192/8978679896405652157/comments/default/6942375702813839236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20099192/8978679896405652157/comments/default/6942375702813839236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reassignedtime.blogspot.com/2007/10/choices.html?showComment=1192561680000#c6942375702813839236' title=''/><author><name>life_of_a_fool</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05427532203981697246</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><thr:in-reply-to xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0' href='http://reassignedtime.blogspot.com/2007/10/choices.html' ref='tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20099192.post-8978679896405652157' source='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20099192/posts/default/8978679896405652157' type='text/html'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20099192.post-839560089861996193</id><published>2007-10-16T15:01:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-16T15:01:00.000-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Re: choices about babies, kids, and so onEveryone ...</title><content type='html'>Re: choices about babies, kids, and so on&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;Everyone has tough choices they have to face.  But choices about timing of families and things like that sure seem like a luxury to people that can't figure out what choice will even leave them within a hundred miles of their partner, or moreover can't find a partner due to location, education, etc.  People in those latter categories aspire to being able to agonize over the choices about family and kids.</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20099192/8978679896405652157/comments/default/839560089861996193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20099192/8978679896405652157/comments/default/839560089861996193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reassignedtime.blogspot.com/2007/10/choices.html?showComment=1192561260000#c839560089861996193' title=''/><author><name>sheepish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06603165051187312004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><thr:in-reply-to xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0' href='http://reassignedtime.blogspot.com/2007/10/choices.html' ref='tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20099192.post-8978679896405652157' source='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20099192/posts/default/8978679896405652157' type='text/html'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20099192.post-8086384660296445037</id><published>2007-10-16T14:31:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-16T14:31:00.000-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Re: B*'s comment.  Yeah, I know.  But I just think...</title><content type='html'>Re: B*'s comment.  Yeah, I know.  But I just think that we're always making choices all the time, and none of them -- for anyone-- feel great.  Some of those choices are harder than others (I think the two-body problem for academics is one of the most wrenching for academics), but even if you're married and in the same place and tenure track, the choice becomes (for example): do I have a baby now or wait until tenure?  If you have kids, it becomes: Do I try to leave this position for a better one, or will that uproot my family too much?  My friends are struggling with these choices now.  They are not any easier (or harder) than the kinds of choices you and Crazy describe.&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;I'm coming across in these comments as much more "pro choice" (hee) than I probably am in general, but I guess I am very resistant to the idea that somehow this is unique to academics, or to single women, or to two-body couples, or whoever. &lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;Instead, I think it's endemic to adulthood: making hard choices, and living with the consequences.  (When we're younger, we don't think much about consequences... or at least I didn't!)  And if you have a partner or kids or close family, those decisions and consequences affect more people than you.</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20099192/8978679896405652157/comments/default/8086384660296445037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20099192/8978679896405652157/comments/default/8086384660296445037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reassignedtime.blogspot.com/2007/10/choices.html?showComment=1192559460000#c8086384660296445037' title=''/><author><name>MaggieMay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03047700345491098393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><thr:in-reply-to xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0' href='http://reassignedtime.blogspot.com/2007/10/choices.html' ref='tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20099192.post-8978679896405652157' source='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20099192/posts/default/8978679896405652157' type='text/html'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20099192.post-604656707691846103</id><published>2007-10-16T13:08:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-16T13:08:00.000-04:00</updated><title type='text'>living with them over summers, spending breaks tog...</title><content type='html'>&lt;I&gt;living with them over summers, spending breaks together, etc.&lt;/I&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;(I know Maggie May said that she understands... yet I still feel like saying...)&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;You can try all of these things and then also try to be together because you realize that being together is great, yet all of the attempts you make may not work, and sometimes you get *so close* only to still be so far.  And that sucks.  I have to believe that we all eventually figure something out... but it's the getting there that's rough... and the compromises don't feel so great.</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20099192/8978679896405652157/comments/default/604656707691846103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20099192/8978679896405652157/comments/default/604656707691846103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reassignedtime.blogspot.com/2007/10/choices.html?showComment=1192554480000#c604656707691846103' title=''/><author><name>BrightStar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11167685794935402108</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><thr:in-reply-to xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0' href='http://reassignedtime.blogspot.com/2007/10/choices.html' ref='tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20099192.post-8978679896405652157' source='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20099192/posts/default/8978679896405652157' type='text/html'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20099192.post-6013192547933426324</id><published>2007-10-16T12:52:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-16T12:52:00.000-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Hi, thanks for writing about this! It resonates de...</title><content type='html'>Hi, thanks for writing about this! It resonates deeply, across departmental/discipline lines. I still cant believe how hard it is for 2 PhDs to get a job in one town! And so here I am, staying 2K miles away from SO. &lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;I think that academics (incl. I) are too deeply invested in our "job". Other people love their jobs too....but would be able to leave them. When I think of leaving my tt-job, its either kicking or screaming (i.e. tenure denied) or in a body bag. that can't be healthy, can it? I think part of it is the academy's Tom Sawyer-like trick of making the tt look so cool. &lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;And its this "coolness" of unattainability that also might make one a little snobbish towards other career choices. In my field, there are quite a few research oriented consultancy jobs in big cities (where SO is) but while I was on the JM, that would have been one of the "worst" outcomes that I could have imagined. Why? &lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;Just beginning my second year tt at R1 in midwest, I wonder if consultancy would be so bad. So you would have to wear nice clothes everyday and spend time doing pointless reports/meetings etc.........but can it really be more time-consuming than teaching? And imagine coming home to someone at nite!&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;But I LOVE what I do right now! Sometimes I think this is what I was born to do! And I am pretty ok at it too.&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;So to sum up, choices (consultancy vs. tt) can be hard too. And they can make you unhappy through other ways - guilt that you chose the tt rather than being near SO. &lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;Thanks again for writing about this. I look forward to more discussion/discourse on this.</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20099192/8978679896405652157/comments/default/6013192547933426324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20099192/8978679896405652157/comments/default/6013192547933426324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reassignedtime.blogspot.com/2007/10/choices.html?showComment=1192553520000#c6013192547933426324' title=''/><author><name>g</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15327103936471818200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><thr:in-reply-to xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0' href='http://reassignedtime.blogspot.com/2007/10/choices.html' ref='tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20099192.post-8978679896405652157' source='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20099192/posts/default/8978679896405652157' type='text/html'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20099192.post-4757934554707499144</id><published>2007-10-16T12:37:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-16T12:37:00.000-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh my god, I had this exact conversation with a co...</title><content type='html'>Oh my god, I had this exact conversation with a colleague last night.  When I got to the "some days, I think I'd walk away if that's what it took to have a family of my own," I thought she was going to choke.  Happily married people expecting their first child don't quite get it.   &lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;Some people are completely fulfilled by their work.  I'm not one of them.  I made choices - hard ones - that allowed me to get the education I wanted.  I doubt that any other profession would fit me so well.  I do feel lucky that my choices have allowed me to own my own home, earn a decent salary, do a little travel, work with interesting colleagues.  All of things are good.&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;But the personal life stuff isn't.  I'm alone and I'm lonely; I don't want either of those things but there's nothing I can do about it.  Your assessment of being a single woman with "too much" education is dead right; in locations like ours, the odds of finding someone remotely interesting/interested fall into the slim to none range.  I can't change my educational level (nor would I want to, just so you know).  I can't change where I live.  I can't change where my family and friends live.  I can't change the availability of interested gentleman.  I know I'm repeating what you've already written but it's just so true!&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;Perhaps the hardest thing to deal with is that, whatever the choices we make, some things are still out of our control.  And now I'll shut up, since I'm just rambling at this point.</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20099192/8978679896405652157/comments/default/4757934554707499144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20099192/8978679896405652157/comments/default/4757934554707499144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reassignedtime.blogspot.com/2007/10/choices.html?showComment=1192552620000#c4757934554707499144' title=''/><author><name>phd me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16708857060614302495</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><thr:in-reply-to xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0' href='http://reassignedtime.blogspot.com/2007/10/choices.html' ref='tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20099192.post-8978679896405652157' source='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20099192/posts/default/8978679896405652157' type='text/html'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20099192.post-8521188217613346479</id><published>2007-10-16T12:29:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-16T12:29:00.000-04:00</updated><title type='text'>This may seem simple too, but... if you really wan...</title><content type='html'>This may seem simple too, but... if you really want to be with someone, can't you commit to trying out the partner thing with them?  Like, living with them over summers, spending breaks together, etc?  I'm not saying this would expand your range of choices (because I understand situations like B*'s), but at least then you would know exactly what your choice is?  And whether the job is worth it?&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;(I admit I am not operating with Full Information here...)</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20099192/8978679896405652157/comments/default/8521188217613346479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20099192/8978679896405652157/comments/default/8521188217613346479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reassignedtime.blogspot.com/2007/10/choices.html?showComment=1192552140000#c8521188217613346479' title=''/><author><name>MaggieMay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03047700345491098393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><thr:in-reply-to xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0' href='http://reassignedtime.blogspot.com/2007/10/choices.html' ref='tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20099192.post-8978679896405652157' source='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20099192/posts/default/8978679896405652157' type='text/html'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20099192.post-5238674296762236029</id><published>2007-10-16T12:03:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-16T12:03:00.000-04:00</updated><title type='text'>:)w/o elaborating, let me say that i more than emp...</title><content type='html'>:)&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;w/o elaborating, let me say that i more than empathize...</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20099192/8978679896405652157/comments/default/5238674296762236029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20099192/8978679896405652157/comments/default/5238674296762236029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reassignedtime.blogspot.com/2007/10/choices.html?showComment=1192550580000#c5238674296762236029' title=''/><author><name>chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09474897835570476116</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><thr:in-reply-to xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0' href='http://reassignedtime.blogspot.com/2007/10/choices.html' ref='tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20099192.post-8978679896405652157' source='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20099192/posts/default/8978679896405652157' type='text/html'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20099192.post-8821424508551641669</id><published>2007-10-16T11:48:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-16T11:48:00.000-04:00</updated><title type='text'>No need at all to apologize, Chris.  And I knew wh...</title><content type='html'>No need at all to apologize, Chris.  And I knew what you meant about the salsa dancing suggestion - I was just taking issue with it (and yeah, my feathers were probably a little ruffled) because I've DONE that crap and it just hasn't worked and only has left me even more frustrated.  I mean, that's the advice that everybody gives you about how to make yourself at home in a location, and the advice is well meaning and I believe it does work in some places.  I'm a friendly and outgoing person, a social person, and I'm willing to give whatever a shot.  I've got TONS of friends all over the damned place.  But here?  Yeah, it's been very, very difficult.  And so the well meaning advice about getting involved.... Well, I've done that, and yet here I am.&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;But anyway, again, no need to apologize at all :)</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20099192/8978679896405652157/comments/default/8821424508551641669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20099192/8978679896405652157/comments/default/8821424508551641669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reassignedtime.blogspot.com/2007/10/choices.html?showComment=1192549680000#c8821424508551641669' title=''/><author><name>Dr. Crazy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12457967076373916629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='17421274135040913810'/></author><thr:in-reply-to xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0' href='http://reassignedtime.blogspot.com/2007/10/choices.html' ref='tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20099192.post-8978679896405652157' source='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20099192/posts/default/8978679896405652157' type='text/html'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20099192.post-4308087357868878821</id><published>2007-10-16T11:42:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-16T11:42:00.000-04:00</updated><title type='text'>i'm down with the "honest conversation." and i war...</title><content type='html'>i'm down with the "honest conversation." and i warned you i was being simple: of course there are going to be things that i/we elide.  &lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;and in fairness to me - the salsa club idea shouldn't be dismissed so flippantly.  the point i was getting at was something along the lines of investing energy in other hobbies and not letting academia dominate your life.  i know you're good at your job. from what i've read/seen, it sounds like you're GREAT at your job.  &lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;i didn't come here to give my .02 to pat you on the back (your abilities, intelligence, competence are not under scrutiny). i too am interested in an open/honest conversation that explores this issue in depth, and i appreciate that you're having it here, b/c (and i only feel safe saying this deep in the comments section on a pseudononymous blog) once i finish my dissertation i think (based on how i feel right now teaching a 4/4 while dissertating) i'm gonna be fleeing academia like the World Trade.&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;probably i really shouldn't be saying anything about the matter. b/c really i don't have any answers. only feelings and desires of my own at this point.  &lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;didn't mean to ruffle your feathers with my simplicity.  &lt;BR/&gt;my bad.</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20099192/8978679896405652157/comments/default/4308087357868878821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20099192/8978679896405652157/comments/default/4308087357868878821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reassignedtime.blogspot.com/2007/10/choices.html?showComment=1192549320000#c4308087357868878821' title=''/><author><name>chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09474897835570476116</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><thr:in-reply-to xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0' href='http://reassignedtime.blogspot.com/2007/10/choices.html' ref='tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20099192.post-8978679896405652157' source='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20099192/posts/default/8978679896405652157' type='text/html'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20099192.post-500032146849689106</id><published>2007-10-16T11:32:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-16T11:32:00.000-04:00</updated><title type='text'>While I take the point, I think to say that you ha...</title><content type='html'>While I take the point, I think to say that you have other options is unrealistically playing up what those other options are - for example the option to go into administration.  It's nearly impossible to do as junior faculty, and even then there are only a couple of positions that one could realistically take (Chair, Dean, Dean of Undergrads, only a few others).&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;Of course you always have options, but you don't always have good, realistic options, and it would be nice if you had choices that actually included the career path you have been pursuing for the last decade or more.</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20099192/8978679896405652157/comments/default/500032146849689106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20099192/8978679896405652157/comments/default/500032146849689106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reassignedtime.blogspot.com/2007/10/choices.html?showComment=1192548720000#c500032146849689106' title=''/><author><name>sheepish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06603165051187312004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><thr:in-reply-to xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0' href='http://reassignedtime.blogspot.com/2007/10/choices.html' ref='tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20099192.post-8978679896405652157' source='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20099192/posts/default/8978679896405652157' type='text/html'/></entry></feed>