Sunday, October 28, 2007

My New Identity

I recently got married. Things are going very well so far, and I wanted to make sure to introduce everyone on the blog to my new husband. To that end, I have posted wedding photos of us below, courtesy of Build Your Wild Self, via Wicked Anomie.

Any guesses on what our children will look like?

Thursday, October 4, 2007


Through Kristina B, I have discovered the blog "Rate Your Students." What a great idea! Professors can email in comments about their students, or just generally express concerns to other professors out there in cyberspace, and get feedback from others who share our pain. It's nice to know we're not alone.

So, while grading my students' exams yesterday, I ran across a choice sentence that could easily fit on "Rate Your Students." I asked my students to tell me what falsifiability means, and why it is so crucial to the scientific enterprise.* In response to the second half of the question, I got this response:

Sociology is always changing. The more things change, the more we learn, and even make educical guess on the next round of evolution.

I think this quote speaks for itself. I really had nothing to comment but a resounding "No."

*Keep in mind, that the day my students learned about falsifiability and the "four pillars of science," was the day my fiance came to give a guest lecture. Let's just say, he's really into science (as some of you are all too aware), and so did an excellent job explaining falsifiability to the class. Therefore, I have little patience for answers like the one above. The lecture was so good, that one of my students went up to him and shook his hand at the end of the lecture!

Wednesday, October 3, 2007


On the up side, I just won the UK National Lottery!!! Here's what the email said:

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It is certainly my lucky day. And yes, I am feeling bitter.

Dissertation Hell

So, the name of this blog is appropriate today. I am in the midst of unraveling; the song "Running to Stand Still" comes to mind.

Today the problem is with the Institutional Review Board, wielders of considerable power and condescension. Namely, they said I could do something last spring that they are now recanting, which will cause a 10 fold increase in the time it will take me to collect data.

I should have never decided to do research on a protected population of human subjects. Canned data sets are looking very appealing right about now.

Monday, October 1, 2007

Today I Smell Like Soup, or...Wickedly Bad Cliche Day

Today is Monday, October 1st. I am currently 28 years old, and will be for the next 4 days. I am also currently unmarried, and will be for the next 19 days. Much is changing in addition to the rather un-momentous birthday and the wedding, but it's better not to summon the demons by speaking of them. Let's just say that if someone were to give me one of those questionnaires that asks about all the current stressors in your life, I'd have a score off the charts. This is probably why my mom's advice to "Take a deep breath" yesterday just didn't seem like it was going to cut it.

But I do think laughter can. So I guess it was fate that caught my foot in the cord of my laptop today, while I was trying to talk to my officemate and eat a bowl of Trader Joe's ramen. The ramen cascaded out of the bowl onto my office chair, the floor, and my pants. The computer, luckily, was not splattered with the hot soup, and I was not burned. It was all rather comical in retrospect, and it gave me a catchy title for this blog post.

More importantly, although taking a deep breath seems a little shallow (pun intended), the soup experience helped me to remember, quite zen-like I might add, that there are very few things in life that we can control, and nor should we try to control everything (I mean seriously - have you ever tried to control when you're going to spill something?). Additionally, although I currently smell like soup, and although this is a horrible cliche, this too shall pass.