<?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/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5081813425123013673</id><updated>2011-09-01T05:54:42.150-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Research, Politics, and the Great Midwest</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jessgrad.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5081813425123013673/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessgrad.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05014418098325075286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>91</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5081813425123013673.post-8460614323606744143</id><published>2009-08-28T09:51:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-28T10:18:51.235-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Life as a post-doc</title><content type='html'>So now I am a post-doc. It's a good life, I must say. While there is the potential for extreme solitude, I find that it forces me to be proactive about meeting people. And I have done that--there is one other post-doc, who seems quite nice, and I have met a few faculty members. I am sure I will meet more as the semester gets underway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am also travelling back and forth from Happy Valley to Philadelphia, which is...interesting. It might be good practice for the future, since neither Alison nor I really know where we will end up, or what kind of arrangements we will need to make in order to keep living together. And the drive is beautiful. But it certainly feels a bit schizophrenic to live in the middle of a large city and out in a rural area within the same week, every week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luckily, I have been fairly productive so far in my post-doc. Two of my papers (with co-authors) have been submitted in the past month, and I am in the finishing stages of a couple more. Currently, I am revising one of my chapters from my dissertation. It is in good shape, but I need to push the theoretical contribution more. This is what I end up needing for pretty much any paper I write. I am timid when it comes to stating my "theoretical contribution", having a strong inclination to state my claims narrowly. But I am trying to re-frame the introduction to make broad claims. I am in that place where I'm not sure whether I'm making it brilliant (okay, maybe just smart) or incomprehensible. It's one or the other, and I'm really not sure which.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lastly, I recently read &lt;a href="http://www.nytimes.com/2009/08/30/magazine/30doctors.html?hpw"&gt;this &lt;/a&gt;article in NY Times magazine. It's fascinating, and disturbing. Basically, it reviews the history of the decisions made to &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;euthanize&lt;/span&gt; several patients at a New Orleans hospital in the days after Katrina. In early press coverage of this topic, I thought I supported the doctors and nurses who made these (difficult, I'm sure) decisions. But this article was deeply disturbing, particularly as the doctors' decisions to end some patients' lives did not appear to be based on comfort, but on a patients' quality of life. Now, of course, quality of life is important when considering comatose patients. But the problem is that doctors (and lay people) seem to mentally assign "quality of life" on a sliding scale, preferencing ability over disability, even where patients have full mental function. And of course, other potentially discriminatory factors weigh in--race, sex, age, and class. But mostly it's the disability issue that bothers me (full disclosure--my mother uses a wheelchair). Just because someone loses some motor skills, or their sense of sight, hearing, etc. does not mean that their lives are worth less. In our fear of difference and our near-obsession with fitness, Americans are two quick to dismiss the disabled as sub-normal, dispensible, and pitiable (in the worst sense). As my mother occasionally calls us, the "temporarily able-bodied" seem to have a pathological fear of disability. And support for living wills, DNR orders, and even assisted suicide protection (all of which I advocate) can sometimes quickly devolve into "I would kill myself if X", where X is usually a non-life threatening disability (e.g. loss of the use of legs). Which of course makes people assume that everyone else with X does not value their own lives. Let me assure you, they do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, I also have found NY Times magazine to be unnecessarily sensationalist in the past. So I don't know how much trust I put in the article. But it's an interesting (if long) read.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5081813425123013673-8460614323606744143?l=jessgrad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jessgrad.blogspot.com/feeds/8460614323606744143/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5081813425123013673&amp;postID=8460614323606744143' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5081813425123013673/posts/default/8460614323606744143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5081813425123013673/posts/default/8460614323606744143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessgrad.blogspot.com/2009/08/life-as-post-doc.html' title='Life as a post-doc'/><author><name>Jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05014418098325075286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5081813425123013673.post-2001740852605902121</id><published>2009-08-03T13:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-03T13:06:01.563-07:00</updated><title type='text'>End of summer (?)</title><content type='html'>It feels like the end of the summer, anyway, despite the date. I am headed to ASA this week, in San Fran, and then I start my postdoc on August 17th. So this is the beginning of the end, folks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know whether I'm looking forward to starting the postdoc or not. On the one hand, I feel crappy when I'm not working, and there's been a lot of laziness this summer. It comes and goes. Last week, I got a ton of work done. This week, I'm pulling myself through the days. I'm hoping I'll be inspired by ASA. Something's gotta get me back in the game. On the other hand, I'm nervous about my position as a postdoc--not a student, not faculty. And I'll only by at Penn State for two years, so it's a weird transitory period. I just hope it will help me do okay when the job market rolls around again next year. In the mean time, I am enjoying my break from job searching this year. It is a relief!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lastly, Alison has been in Oslo for the past week and a half. It's been lonely here in Philly, but I am excited that she was able to see Madonna--twice! &lt;a href="http://alisonwchang.blogspot.com/"&gt;Here's &lt;/a&gt;her re-cap.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5081813425123013673-2001740852605902121?l=jessgrad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jessgrad.blogspot.com/feeds/2001740852605902121/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5081813425123013673&amp;postID=2001740852605902121' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5081813425123013673/posts/default/2001740852605902121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5081813425123013673/posts/default/2001740852605902121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessgrad.blogspot.com/2009/08/end-of-summer.html' title='End of summer (?)'/><author><name>Jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05014418098325075286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5081813425123013673.post-5913953204107827397</id><published>2009-07-21T15:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-21T16:10:09.182-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New adventures</title><content type='html'>In less than a month, I will be starting my postdoc at Penn State. I'm pretty excited to have an office again, and to explore a new place. I'm not thrilled by the weekly commute, but I am so, so thankful that I will be working somewhere close enough to Philadelphia that I can come home every week. And I am looking forward to improving my snowboarding skills this winter on the slopes that are only 15 minutes from campus. (!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For now, I am trying to re-energize myself to work. It is a sometimes losing battle, although I have managed to get some work done. I am trying to finish an R&amp;amp;R now. The editor has asked for a number of rather large revisions, so it's a slow process. But I'm getting there, and hope to finish by the end of the week. I am also trying to finally get back to all the papers I abandoned during the last year. My co-authors have been very patient for a long time, but I know they are tired of waiting. Too bad there are several of them. I think I am a tad bit over-committed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The good part of having more time on my hands (or at least not having any immediate deadlines) is that I have been able to run, cycle, and go to yoga on a more regular basis. I love progressing in these areas, and I think I have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have some pictures of meals I (or Alison and I) cooked over the past few weeks, which I hope to post soon. When I'm uninterested in work, I put my time and energy into cooking. It works out well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lastly, I have been avoiding all news of the health care bill. I see those NY Times articles staring up at me, and I can't bare to watch. I'm so nervous that it will fail again, and I just can't watch it happen. This country needs better health care. It is a CRIME that people can go without--that insurance companies can declare someone "uninsurable", that insurance is linked to work, that people can lose all their money because of an unanticipated illness... The list goes on. This is a topic I cannot even write about in a cogent manner, because I feel so angry about it. How can someone be against healthcare for everyone? Why is "socialized medicine" such a bogeyman? I'm cool with socialized medicine. Yes, even if it occasionally means I wait a little longer to see a PCP or some other minor inconvenience. I'll deal. I think we all will.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5081813425123013673-5913953204107827397?l=jessgrad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jessgrad.blogspot.com/feeds/5913953204107827397/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5081813425123013673&amp;postID=5913953204107827397' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5081813425123013673/posts/default/5913953204107827397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5081813425123013673/posts/default/5913953204107827397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessgrad.blogspot.com/2009/07/new-adventures.html' title='New adventures'/><author><name>Jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05014418098325075286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5081813425123013673.post-3952111442893844437</id><published>2009-07-04T12:52:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-04T13:30:34.826-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Time off in NYC</title><content type='html'>It seems that all I have been doing lately is taking time off. And this week I extended my "vacation" by visiting New York. It was actually a Brooklyn vacation, since we spent nearly all our time in Brooklyn, only venturing into Manhattan once, for a couple of hours. But that is what I go to New York to do--visit friends, eat yummy food, hang out in bk, and pretend I still live in the slope. It was a lot of fun, and we got to visit Jen &amp;amp; Andrea, who will be moving to Germany soon, as well as many other good friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We also ate some amazing food! Jen &amp;amp; Andrea brought us to Chavela's (in Prospect Heights), a fantastic and cheap Mexican restaurant. Their guacamole &amp;amp; mole were really good. On Wednesday, Alison took me to Tom's Diner, a Prospect Heights institution, where I had a cherry lime rickey and sweet potato pancakes (yum!) We went to Ippudo, a great ramen restaurant in the East Village, for lunch on Thursday. We followed this up by cupcakes at ChikaLicious's dessert club (a s'mores cupcake &amp;amp; a red velvet cupcake). Back in Philly, we continued our foodie vacation. Last night, we grabbed dinner at our favorite local restaurant--an unassuming but great &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_14" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Ethiopian&lt;/span&gt; restaurant around the corner from us. We ate the lamb special, which was fantastic. This morning we bought a french baguette from the local bakery and some fruit from Sue's, and had a tartine with fruid salad (mango, banana, and figs in a honey lime mint sauce) and a latte for breakfast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today we are working (posting on this blog is work, right?) this afternoon, before taking another break to celebrate the 4&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_15" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;. After today, I must get back to work. I have many co-authors tapping their feet at me... Not to mention an R&amp;amp;R that needs to get done. Oops...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5081813425123013673-3952111442893844437?l=jessgrad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jessgrad.blogspot.com/feeds/3952111442893844437/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5081813425123013673&amp;postID=3952111442893844437' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5081813425123013673/posts/default/3952111442893844437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5081813425123013673/posts/default/3952111442893844437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessgrad.blogspot.com/2009/07/time-off-in-nyc.html' title='Time off in NYC'/><author><name>Jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05014418098325075286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5081813425123013673.post-4564333219221568064</id><published>2009-06-25T08:58:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-25T09:05:03.756-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Passed! Phew...</title><content type='html'>So, as you all know by now, I passed my dissertation defense. Yay! It was a roller-coaster day. An hour and a half before the defense, Alison &amp;amp; I found out that our car was not worth salvaging, because of the extreme amount of rust through the undercarriage of the car. We were completely overwhelmed and upset, so I went into the defense after crying through lunch. I felt like 1) if I failed, it wouldn't be the worst think that had happened that day and 2) even passing wouldn't make me feel better. Luckily, #2 was incorrect. I did feel much, much better. And my parents are helping us buy the car--we still have to pay the full amount, but our payments are going to them. While it's not the ideal situation to be in, it is better than the alternative. And now we have a cute and jaunty car that will fit in small city parking spaces. Yay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to the beach last weekend, and now we are back in Philadelphia. I have a little under two months before I start my post-doc, and would like to accomplish some major revisions to several papers, including an R&amp;amp;R that has been sitting on my desk for four and a half months. So far, I have read half an article and completed only a fraction of even my non-work-related to do list. I am okay with this for now, but will not be happy if my lack of productivity carries into July.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5081813425123013673-4564333219221568064?l=jessgrad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jessgrad.blogspot.com/feeds/4564333219221568064/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5081813425123013673&amp;postID=4564333219221568064' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5081813425123013673/posts/default/4564333219221568064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5081813425123013673/posts/default/4564333219221568064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessgrad.blogspot.com/2009/06/passed-phew.html' title='Passed! Phew...'/><author><name>Jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05014418098325075286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5081813425123013673.post-1770289415776117460</id><published>2009-06-05T05:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-05T05:45:09.114-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Quinoa</title><content type='html'>We finally tried making quinoa this Spring, after months of talking about it. Our first attempt was a disappointment. Following the instructions on the box led to a bland, wheaty version of coucous. But I tried making it again last week, this time spicing it up. And it was excellent:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0svXnGa8bY0/SikQAgFX3aI/AAAAAAAAAD8/66Dn1YdKHrs/s1600-h/all_june42009+449.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343820033650318754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0svXnGa8bY0/SikQAgFX3aI/AAAAAAAAAD8/66Dn1YdKHrs/s320/all_june42009+449.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I served it with roasted vegetables, a regular favorite. They don't look great in the picture, but they were. Roasted veggies are super-easy to make. It just involves tossing vegetables with olive oil, salt, and herbs (usually rosemary &amp;amp; thyme) and baking them in the oven at 375. Here I included sno peas, shitake mushrooms, onion, carrots, an orange pepper, asparagus, and parsnips. I also love shallots in this dish, but the shallots at our local produce store were looking mealy. I cook the peppers &amp;amp; onions first, then add carrots, parsnips, and mushrooms, and add the asparagus and sno peas last.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The quinoa involved cooking 1/2 cup finely chopped onions and 1/4 cup finely chopped carrot in 1 tbsp butter and 1 tbsp olive oil (I know--this decreases the meal's healthiness. But it increases the taste! And in future renditions, I would halve both quantities). Once the vegetables brown, add 2 minced garlic cloves and some salt. Stir, then add quinoa. Stir briefly, then add 2 cups water. Bring to a boil then reduce heat to medium-low and simmer for @15 minutes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Voila! Excellent quinoa &amp;amp; roasted vegetables!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;*As you can see, I have set up my new computer. Yay! I also turned in my dissertation and initiated my completely non-vegetarian status by eating a burger last night. Oh, and I cut my hair. New haircut picture below:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343822846840866306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0svXnGa8bY0/SikSkQCRBgI/AAAAAAAAAEE/hpJxNq_bNI0/s320/all_june42009+451.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5081813425123013673-1770289415776117460?l=jessgrad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jessgrad.blogspot.com/feeds/1770289415776117460/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5081813425123013673&amp;postID=1770289415776117460' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5081813425123013673/posts/default/1770289415776117460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5081813425123013673/posts/default/1770289415776117460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessgrad.blogspot.com/2009/06/quinoa.html' title='Quinoa'/><author><name>Jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05014418098325075286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0svXnGa8bY0/SikQAgFX3aI/AAAAAAAAAD8/66Dn1YdKHrs/s72-c/all_june42009+449.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5081813425123013673.post-7671548311341599786</id><published>2009-06-03T14:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-03T15:00:37.117-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Number 3!</title><content type='html'>My dissertation is due tomorrow. So naturally, I am procrastinating. Here's something fun to amuse you, as it did me. It's from Google trends, and shows the relative frequency of searches (above the timeline) and news stories (below the timeline) for each of five social sciences. I've added a key below.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0svXnGa8bY0/Sibxfd96h8I/AAAAAAAAAD0/rj6Vd1LKetE/s1600-h/searches.png"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 476px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 208px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343223530844227522" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0svXnGa8bY0/Sibxfd96h8I/AAAAAAAAAD0/rj6Vd1LKetE/s320/searches.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dark Blue: Psychology&lt;br /&gt;Red:            Economics&lt;br /&gt;Light Blue: Sociology&lt;br /&gt;Green:        Anthropology&lt;br /&gt;Gold:           Political Science&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5081813425123013673-7671548311341599786?l=jessgrad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jessgrad.blogspot.com/feeds/7671548311341599786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5081813425123013673&amp;postID=7671548311341599786' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5081813425123013673/posts/default/7671548311341599786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5081813425123013673/posts/default/7671548311341599786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessgrad.blogspot.com/2009/06/number-3.html' title='Number 3!'/><author><name>Jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05014418098325075286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0svXnGa8bY0/Sibxfd96h8I/AAAAAAAAAD0/rj6Vd1LKetE/s72-c/searches.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5081813425123013673.post-3990239576356865506</id><published>2009-06-02T09:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-02T09:34:56.034-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Try this!</title><content type='html'>Last night Alison made guacamole...with mango! It was excellent, and we are having the remainder of this magical food treat tonight, with some chicken-lime-cilantro fajitas. But by itself with chips is also an excellent way to eat said guac. (And if I haven't posted it before, we also have an excellent recipe for guacamole with pomegranate and pear.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fedex tells me my computer will arrive tomorrow. I won't have time to set it up until I send in my dissertation (Thursday), but once I do, I hope to start posting more pictures of food and recipes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I wish I had entrepreneurial skills, because opening a restaurant or bakery would be so much fun.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5081813425123013673-3990239576356865506?l=jessgrad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jessgrad.blogspot.com/feeds/3990239576356865506/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5081813425123013673&amp;postID=3990239576356865506' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5081813425123013673/posts/default/3990239576356865506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5081813425123013673/posts/default/3990239576356865506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessgrad.blogspot.com/2009/06/try-this.html' title='Try this!'/><author><name>Jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05014418098325075286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5081813425123013673.post-2021570461771374412</id><published>2009-06-01T06:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-01T06:17:14.626-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Final week</title><content type='html'>This is my official final week of work on my dissertation (pre-defense, anyway). I have heard back from both of my chairs, with approval to go forward after making a few changes. I am pretty happy with my version now, and I'm sure it will be even better once I make these changes. Yay. I am particularly proud of my qualitative chapter, because I have less experience with this kind of work, and because it's coherent despite being twice as long as the other chapters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, I may have more to do after the defense. I'm not sure how common it is to have changes from the committee, but I will need to format it for the grad school at the least. And then of course, many drafts of changes before journal submission. But that should be fun, actually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) My food poisoning finally ended after a week and a half. Thank god.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) I have been contacting my interview participants to update their contact info, and find out what the seniors are doing in the Fall. I have heard lots of good news (jobs, college, and an engagement--which might seem too early, but this young woman had a child in December, and she had been hoping her boyfriend would propose when I met her in October). I am happiest about one particular senior who had been the best prepared of all the working class/poor teens I interviewed--ambitious, smart, accomplished. She wants to get a ph.d. in psychology eventually, but had been arguing with her mother over college. Her mom wanted her to go to community college nearby. But she won the argument, and is going to a great state university. Yay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) I had a real weekend at home for the first time in a very long time (a year or more?) while waiting to hear back about my dissertation. We went out every night, slept late in the mornings, did a little shopping, and cooked yummy meals. It was really fun, and needed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) We also saw the Star Trek movie. It was great! I love Zachary Quinto even more now. Although I did spend the first part of the movie waiting for Spock to cut someone's head open. Also, I thought the actors who played Sulu &amp;amp; Checkov were great.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5081813425123013673-2021570461771374412?l=jessgrad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jessgrad.blogspot.com/feeds/2021570461771374412/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5081813425123013673&amp;postID=2021570461771374412' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5081813425123013673/posts/default/2021570461771374412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5081813425123013673/posts/default/2021570461771374412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessgrad.blogspot.com/2009/06/final-week.html' title='Final week'/><author><name>Jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05014418098325075286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5081813425123013673.post-8770899069503668331</id><published>2009-05-28T07:47:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-28T07:56:30.462-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New Computer!</title><content type='html'>I bought a new computer yesterday, which was the second largest purchase of my life (my first being a certain ring...) I did not get a Mac. I had wanted to, but it was just too expensive for my budget. However, I am very excited about my new Dell--it's a Studio XPS, and I added more memory and a bigger hard drive along with a couple of other upgrades, so it should be roughly comparable to a MacBook Pro (at more than $1K less). It should arrive on or around my birthday, appropriately enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the meantime, my old computer has pretty much died. The C drive is full, and the security system tells me it has found and killed a virus. Having little faith in the security system (the computer is more than 5 years old and has been on the fritz for at least 2 years now), I'm not so sure I want to transfer any of my files to the new computer. Luckily, I have already transferred most of my important files to my work computers, so I may not have to deal with that at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately, until my new computer arrives, I cannot upload new pictures (disk is too full). I had planned to post pictures of my trip to China, my new haircut (very short!) and maybe food pics. But this will all have to wait. Stay tuned for pictures, and in the meantime I will try to entertain you with words...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5081813425123013673-8770899069503668331?l=jessgrad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jessgrad.blogspot.com/feeds/8770899069503668331/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5081813425123013673&amp;postID=8770899069503668331' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5081813425123013673/posts/default/8770899069503668331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5081813425123013673/posts/default/8770899069503668331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessgrad.blogspot.com/2009/05/new-computer.html' title='New Computer!'/><author><name>Jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05014418098325075286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5081813425123013673.post-4917157765586466491</id><published>2009-05-23T06:46:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-23T07:01:39.715-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Home Again</title><content type='html'>(Sidenote: "Home Again" was the name of my stepmother's consignment shop in RI.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am back from China. I had a good time, overall, although there were some bad spots. The conference was fun, if a bit lonely. JD &amp;amp; Hedy weren't in town until the last day, and Kathie didn't hang out at the conference for meals, so I spent a lot of time by myself. I met a couple of cool people, including a guy from the Ukraine who was in grad school in Japan, and grad student and professor from France. My collaborator from UCLA, Judith, introduced me to a couple of people she worked with as well. My presentation with JD went well--people told me they liked it, and they seemed genuine enough. And I felt pretty confident while giving the talk, which is always a good sign. I also saw some very good presentations. There was a banquet on the second day of the conference, at which I ate Peking duck. Yum!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the very first night I was in China, Michelle and Ed (the people I was staying with) and I went to eat hot pot. Oh, how I regret this. I began to get sick on Saturday afternoon, shortly after I left the conference. Michelle and Ed had already been sick over the preceding day. I had stomach pains all afternoon and evening, threw up in the middle of the night while burning an extremely high fever, and then had a fever, chills, and stomach pains the following day. By the afternoon, I was able to walk around one of the old neighborhoods in Beijing with Michelle, before the fever came back and we went home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Monday, I felt much better, and I joined Lisa, Kathie, Hedy, Scott, and JD for a tour of the Wangfujing Snack Street--the one where you can buy scorpions on a stick! It was fun to look around, but we eventually went into a restaurant for lunch. After lunch, JD, Scott and I went to the Forbidden City, and then I went home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Tuesday, Michelle, JD and I hiked 8KM of the Great Wall. It was very fun, and very difficult. It was quite hot, and there were many steep climbs up stairs and the remnants of stairs. After 4+ hours of this, we ended our hike by taking a zip line over a small lake, and then a bus ride home. That night we had a yummy dinner followed by desserts at a rooftop bar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all, the final two days made up for my misery. I loved hiking, and am inspired to do more sometime this summer. Unfortunately, I continue to have stomach problems--I felt very ill on the plane and on Thursday. Yesterday was a bit better, and I am waiting to see how today will go. I went for a run this morning, and the heat plus my stomach made for an unhappy time of it, but my post-run meal appears to be causing only minor stomach issues. It will be a while before I have any urge to eat Chinese food, though!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5081813425123013673-4917157765586466491?l=jessgrad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jessgrad.blogspot.com/feeds/4917157765586466491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5081813425123013673&amp;postID=4917157765586466491' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5081813425123013673/posts/default/4917157765586466491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5081813425123013673/posts/default/4917157765586466491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessgrad.blogspot.com/2009/05/home-again.html' title='Home Again'/><author><name>Jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05014418098325075286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5081813425123013673.post-2259958604364127807</id><published>2009-05-11T14:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-11T14:26:15.971-07:00</updated><title type='text'>So long, for now</title><content type='html'>I'm headed to Beijing tomorrow for a conference and (hopefully) some sightseeing. I'll be there the 13th-20th. Unfortunately, a draft of my dissertation is due to my co-chairs on the 20th, so I may spend much of my time in Beijing working. It's really terrible timing. I feel resignation more than any other appropriate emotion--excitement, perhaps?--at the prospect of visiting China. I feel sad that this is one of the places that I have most wanted to visit for a very long time, and yet, I am dreading the trip and feeling completely overwhelmed by the thought of writing a dissertation introduction and conclusion, editing three chapters, attending and presenting at a conference, traveling for 30+ hours, and being in a foreign country all in the next 11 days. If I felt I had the option to not take this trip, I would stay home.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5081813425123013673-2259958604364127807?l=jessgrad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jessgrad.blogspot.com/feeds/2259958604364127807/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5081813425123013673&amp;postID=2259958604364127807' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5081813425123013673/posts/default/2259958604364127807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5081813425123013673/posts/default/2259958604364127807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessgrad.blogspot.com/2009/05/so-long-for-now.html' title='So long, for now'/><author><name>Jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05014418098325075286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5081813425123013673.post-935520362788205166</id><published>2009-05-06T18:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-06T18:26:32.411-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Updates on a Random Wednesday</title><content type='html'>1) I now officially hate my dissertation. I feel like I might not make it in time to defend on the date I chose. And if I do, I'll still be embarrassed to defend it. Does everyone feel like this, or is it just me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) I joined Twitter. I haven't been twittering myself, I joined to follow others. So let me know if you...twitter? tweet? twit? Anyway, let me know and I will follow you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) I secretly (okay, not so secretly) despise Elizabeth Edwards. I know she's supposed to be our favorite martyr, but I find her so self-righteous and full of herself. I have felt this way for a couple of years now, ever since her nasty comments about her choices (to stay home with her kids) made her a happier person than Hillary Clinton. But apparently people are catching on. Or at least they are questioning her complicity in Edward's affair debacle. That's a start.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) Maine legalized gay marriage. Yay, Maine!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5081813425123013673-935520362788205166?l=jessgrad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jessgrad.blogspot.com/feeds/935520362788205166/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5081813425123013673&amp;postID=935520362788205166' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5081813425123013673/posts/default/935520362788205166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5081813425123013673/posts/default/935520362788205166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessgrad.blogspot.com/2009/05/updates-on-random-wednesday.html' title='Updates on a Random Wednesday'/><author><name>Jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05014418098325075286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5081813425123013673.post-3296049860165743647</id><published>2009-05-04T13:33:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-05T06:36:39.552-07:00</updated><title type='text'>PAA</title><content type='html'>I am back from Detroit, where PAA was held this year. Detroit was a lot better looking than I expected. It was, of course, empty (particularly the restaurants). But the architecture was really cool. Except for the conference hotel, which resembled an M.C. Escher drawing--ironic, really, given that it was the GM building. Oh, GM, when will you learn???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, the short version of the conference:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Wednesday: Went for a run in the best hotel fitness center ever (new machines &amp;amp; great view), followed by yummy dinner in Greektown. Amy and I gathered leftover food and found a church at which to donate it, doing our good deed for the week. Briefly visited the mixer and met a Wellesley grad before heading to bed, exhausted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Thursday: Went to a great morning session on data collection, met with a coauthor for lunch, presented a paper, had dinner with Lisa &amp;amp; Melinda at Slo's Bbq (yum!), drinks with a couple of fellow demographers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Friday: Went for a run at 6am, followed by volunteering at the info booth (it saved me the cost of registering for the conference!) Went to the cohabitation section where Amy presented our paper brilliantly. Had coffee with my future postdoc mentor. Attended Kathie's awesome PAA address, then to the Detroit Institute of the Arts with Lisa &amp;amp; Scott, back to the conference hotel for Kathie's party. I ended up staying there until 1am chatting with Dohoon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Saturday: Up at 6am to practice talk, gave said talk which went okay until the discussant revealed all the flaws that I had skipped over in the talk. Attended a session on health in which I saw perhaps the worst talk ever, then on to a great session on education. Took a taxi back to the airport with Yingchun &amp;amp; Yilan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overall, I had a good time. I always have a great time at PAA. It's amazing how good the conference is, particularly when compared to other conferences (ASA, ESS). I constantly see people I know or at least know of, the quality of the presentations is pretty high, and I'm never at a loss for something to do. And while Detroit is not the best place to visit, it gave me an excuse to visit a city I would not have a reason to go to otherwise. Yay.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5081813425123013673-3296049860165743647?l=jessgrad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jessgrad.blogspot.com/feeds/3296049860165743647/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5081813425123013673&amp;postID=3296049860165743647' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5081813425123013673/posts/default/3296049860165743647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5081813425123013673/posts/default/3296049860165743647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessgrad.blogspot.com/2009/05/paa.html' title='PAA'/><author><name>Jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05014418098325075286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5081813425123013673.post-5285378145050414846</id><published>2009-04-27T06:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-27T11:40:25.982-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Restructuring American universities</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.nytimes.com/2009/04/27/opinion/27taylor.html?_r=1"&gt;This &lt;/a&gt;("End the University as We Know It" by Mark Taylor) article was in the NY Times today. The author argues that American universities need to be restructured in several ways. I have always been interested in thinking about how universities are organized, and what changes could be made to make them "work" better. So I really enjoyed reading the article. Here are the authors recommendations, each followed by my thoughts:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Restructure the curriculum to facilitate cross-disciplinary teaching.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*I like this idea, but think it would be worthwhile to do a large study of interdisciplinary teaching already underway, to see what works and what does not. Unfortunately, most interdisciplinary teaching arrangements I am familiar with have not been successful. I think there are a few issues.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-First, there needs to be a natural fit of the disciplines involved and the theme of the class. It sounds good to put a humanities course with a hard science course, but that is often a mistake. Either one of the disciplines takes priority, or both are covered only on the surface.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-All faculty members involved must be comfortable with the approach of all other faculty members, so that they can truly engage in dialogue, and not just cover their own approach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Lastly, and most importantly, interdisciplinary courses either must be able to teach fundamentals or they must be offered only to more advanced students. Students in college still need to be taught certain basics (and this becomes increasingly true as a greater proportion of high school seniors head to college). It's great to think about the problem of "war" from many angles. But if students aren't familiar with the theoretical bent and tools of each discipline, they will be lost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Do away with academic departments and create networks of interdisciplinary groups centered on thematic problems.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*I think this idea is only partly right. The problem (like most of the author's suggestions) is that he assumes expertise within a discipline. And of course, this is the case now--&lt;strong&gt;because&lt;/strong&gt; we have departments that train faculty. Without these departments, how will new faculty be trained in one area, that they can then bring to bear on a central problem? I think we should think about how we can combine the benefits of expertise and generalization.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Increase communication between universities so that each institution can specialize in fewer areas, and then students can use distance learning to take advantage of other institutions' strengths.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*I really like this idea. I've never been a huge fan of distance learning, but I think it's getting better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Transform the traditional book dissertation into alternatives, such as projects (websites, films, etc.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Clearly written from the perspective of a humanities professor. The hard sciences have already moved to an article-based dissertation, and the social sciences are close behind. The humanities could do this too. I do not like the idea of projects for Ph.D.s, because the primary qualification for being an academic should be the ability to communicate in writing. But given the next suggestion the author has (which I do like), maybe there should be some options for peole who don't want to go into academia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Expand the range of professional options for graduate students.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Yes! If academic departments took a range of professional options seriously, they could vastly improve the overall quality of ph.d.-graduates. I think a large part of the problem in current departments is that faculty refuse to acknowledge options other than research. Because of this, many students have to make their way largely on their own. Why not try to improve the preparation for people who are going to go into government, for example, rather than ignoring them?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Impose mandatory retirment and abolish tenure. Replace with 7 year contracts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*I'm somewhat uncomfortable with the author's premiss for this suggestion, although not his solution. The author compares this to financial executives who spurred the current recession without oversight. But academia has too much oversight in some ways. Social pressure is extremely strong among faculty, creating all sorts of weird relationships. A little top-down management isn't a bad idea. However, the idea of going through a tenure-like process every seven years seems rather cruel. Maybe there is a way to instill tenure in stages, rather than all at once? And also, perhaps academic departments could have a little less power? Although if that is the case, the ways that academic administrators are recruited and hired would also need to be changed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think there might be an interesting way to combine the author's suggestions with the way universities work now--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Academic departments are necessary for training purposes--teaching the fundamentals of a discipline--and for reviewing faculty members' work based on the standards of the field. However, departments as they exist now do not promote creative thinking or an interdisciplinary approach. They do suffer from the problem of over-specialization. Not only does this narrow the influence of academics' work, but it fails to teacher undergraduates and graduate students to take a narrow problem they are working on and apply it to a larger question. So, I would suggest:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Keep academic departments, but establish interdisciplinary working groups structured around a central question/problem. These working groups would take over some of the work that departments do, as well as some of the power. They would have a chair, would share the responsibility for curriculum construction, and would take part in peer review of others' work within the group.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Teaching would take place both within the departments (to instill fundamentals) and working groups (to encourage interdisciplinary thinking), and faculty members would split their required loads roughly in half. Department classes would be smaller, because of their focus on teaching skills. Interdisciplinary courses would have more students, because they would have more than one faculty member teaching, and there would be more onus on the students to be independent scholars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) Both academic departments and working groups would evaluate their members for tenure and other promotions. Tenure would remain, but faculty would continue to be evaluated. If faculty members do not maintain high standards after tenure, they could be taken out of working groups and placed in departments as instructors/adjunct professors. They would retain job security but lose prestige. They could work to be reinstated, however.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) Graduate students would apply to departments, but their education would take place in both a department and a working group. Students interested in pursuing academic careers would be placed mainly with a department and secondarily with a working group, while students interested in non-profit/business/government and other non-academic jobs would be more integrated into working groups (on the presumption that this kind of discourse would be more beneficial to students who are going to need to apply their skills to real-world problems). The boundaries would be flexible between the two options.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thoughts?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5081813425123013673-5285378145050414846?l=jessgrad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jessgrad.blogspot.com/feeds/5285378145050414846/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5081813425123013673&amp;postID=5285378145050414846' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5081813425123013673/posts/default/5285378145050414846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5081813425123013673/posts/default/5285378145050414846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessgrad.blogspot.com/2009/04/restructuring-american-universities.html' title='Restructuring American universities'/><author><name>Jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05014418098325075286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5081813425123013673.post-3051125698017779433</id><published>2009-04-24T12:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-24T12:52:40.989-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Would you ever...</title><content type='html'>The other day, I read an interesting article on "neuroenhancing drugs" in New York Magazine. The story is &lt;a href="http://www.newyorker.com/reporting/2009/04/27/090427fa_fact_talbot?yrail"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;. It's quite interesting. The article interviews several users of off-label psychiatric medications for ADD, Alzheimers, and sleep disorders, who claim the drugs make them better workers. It goes on to profile doctors (!) and drug companies who argue that these drugs will be the plastic surgery of the future--enhancements of the mental, rather than physical, kind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have heard of ADD drugs such as ritalin being sold on the street as a drug (and was once asked if I wanted to buy ritalin in college--I declined). I am completely against this practice, mostly influenced by my mother's condition. As someone who contracted polio as a child and now suffers from post-polio, she takes heavy pain medication every day. Her medication is also sold on the street, and as a result, is very highly regulated. Two Christmases ago, she accidentally washed her supply of these drugs in the washing machine. Her doctor was out of town, and because of regulations meant to prevent street sales, my mother suffered through five days with almost no pills. It was awful, and something I never wish to see again. So the thought of people abusing necessary medication completely pisses me off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the other hand, the generic question of whether, as a society, we should develop neuroenhancing drugs for everyday use is an interesting one. The article shows both the up-side (better concentration and more productivity) and the downside (addiction, and sometimes the inability to dictate what task your productivity will make easier). Proponents argue that these drugs could make "society" better, and in particular, would make the U.S. more competetive. Personally, I think fixing the education system would actually do a better job in this realm, given the marginal improvements that drugs offer. Also, we don't really know the side effects of the drugs--do they increase the odds of heart disease, stroke, or high blood pressure? Do they interfere with short term memory or have an impact on one's personality over the long-term? Hard to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have only once taken a drug meant to have a stimulating effect (okay, I mean apart from caffeine or nicotine). I was in high school and a friend offered me whatever the current version of N0-Doz was. Except she encouraged me to take four, which was the normal number of pills she took (or so she claimed). After taking them, I got in trouble for running around the theater where I was working, broke down in tears, went home, and was sick for the next day and a half. I have never had an interest in trying anything like them again. Which might make me less productive, but hey, at least I know my work is my own, and not the result of a drug.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5081813425123013673-3051125698017779433?l=jessgrad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jessgrad.blogspot.com/feeds/3051125698017779433/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5081813425123013673&amp;postID=3051125698017779433' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5081813425123013673/posts/default/3051125698017779433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5081813425123013673/posts/default/3051125698017779433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessgrad.blogspot.com/2009/04/would-you-ever.html' title='Would you ever...'/><author><name>Jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05014418098325075286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5081813425123013673.post-3126569722593874379</id><published>2009-04-24T05:15:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-24T05:41:01.380-07:00</updated><title type='text'>City Living</title><content type='html'>I love that I can walk to a park, my hair dresser, several grocery stores, my gym, my yoga studio, any number of cafes, my favorite bakery, and all the retail stores I could want. I love that within a two-block radius of my apartment, I can get sushi, ethiopian food, thai food, low-end greasy pizza, medium-quality brick oven pizza, tex-mex, chinese food, and pub food. I am particularly fortunate that our apartment is located in the Center City area, only a block away from a centrally located park, and a couple blocks from a running path that extends along the river and into a large park on the outskirts of the city. So, yeah, I'm pretty lucky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The downside of living in the city is driving me crazy, though. When we moved into our apartment, there was a popular bar/club occupying the space on the first floor of our building. On Fridays and Saturdays, they played loud (and bad) music that we could hear in our bedroom. We found it annoying, but we could usually sleep through it. The landlord told us they were leaving, and a new owner would be opening a mellow club that played jazz and served food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At least, that's what they were told. The new place opened in March. And they are...awful. It's billed as an "invitation only" club. They put a red velvet rope across the entrance to our building and ask us if we are "on the list" when we arrive home late. They do bottle service for over $1000 a pop. I didn't even know what bottle service was before they moved in. And they play music very, very loudly. To be fair, it's good music. But it's loud. Loud like there's a party in my apartment, and loud enough that I can feel the floor (and consequently, my bed) vibrating with the bass. And they are open Wednesday through Sunday, so we get only two peaceful nights per week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is particularly bad on days I am working. There is nothing like working on one's dissertation while hearing Kanye blasted through your window, along with a bunch of scantily clad women screaming along with the music (I don't know why they scream, but they do).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night, for the first time in my life, I called the police about the noise. I felt terrible. No one wants to be the complaining neighbor. And you have to call 911, which seems terrible. Like, "Oh, someone got shot in West Philly? But I have a noise complaint!" Still, it was ridiculously loud and again accompanied by screaming. And other people in our building have been encouraging us to do this--apparently, the police have been receiving several complaints per night. And our apartment is actually closest to the noise that emanates from the back of the club. To make things worse, our bedroom window is closest to the noise, so although it's loud in our living room, it's like being in the middle of a house party in our bedroom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, yeah. Hopefully something will change. Neither Alison nor I have soured on living in the city. We have just learned to be picky about our neighbors. And maybe to drive by our intended living quarters at night before signing a lease...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(I should note, we do have the option of moving, but we *love* our apartment. It's a quandry).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5081813425123013673-3126569722593874379?l=jessgrad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jessgrad.blogspot.com/feeds/3126569722593874379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5081813425123013673&amp;postID=3126569722593874379' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5081813425123013673/posts/default/3126569722593874379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5081813425123013673/posts/default/3126569722593874379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessgrad.blogspot.com/2009/04/city-living.html' title='City Living'/><author><name>Jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05014418098325075286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5081813425123013673.post-1695691275374227173</id><published>2009-04-19T13:05:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-19T13:40:03.556-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Susan Boyle</title><content type='html'>By now, most people have seen &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9lp0IWv8QZY"&gt;this &lt;/a&gt;clip of Susan Boyle. She is a spunky misfit with great talent, and the modesty and age to bring a tear to our eyes. I cried too. She seems like a lovely lady. There are a great number of assessments of "why we love her." &lt;a href="http://www.huffingtonpost.com/mark-blankenship/two-reasons-susan-boyle-m_b_187901.html"&gt;Here's &lt;/a&gt;the latest one I read, but there are plenty more. They all boil down to our own need for acceptance, her profound giftedness and charm, and a little studio exploitation. I can buy that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the Susan Boyle phenomenon also strikes me as having a dark side. Not for her--things will work out quite well for Susan, as they did for her predecessor, &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1k08yxu57NA&amp;amp;feature=related"&gt;Paul&lt;/a&gt;. Rather, the dark side of this media sensation is what it says about us (okay, Britain, but it can be said of the U.S. as well). That is, we're terribly stratified. So much so that these two talented individuals--Susan and Paul--could live their lives in obscurity because their parents were not wealthy or connected. And it's not just these two individuals. The truth is, most famous, powerful, and wealthy people in the U.S. and Britain had famous, powerful, or wealthy parents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's worse, Susan and Paul are used as stories of hope and inspiration. We are expected to be grateful for the reality world's acceptance in embracing their talent and giving them the opportunity to shine. Through them, we can feel better about class stratification. "Look! It worked out okay for them!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reality shows owe much of their existence to our need to believe in the American Dream (and whatever its British equivalent is). And of course, they owe a great deal to class stratification in general. Britain's/America's Got Talent does not tell us that any working class schmo can get ahead. It tells us--through weeks of audition episodes--that most working class schmos belong exactly where they are. They suggest that talent is rare among the ignoranti and that the "truth will out" and will save these few gems from their surroundings. They encourage a belief in talent as raw and pure, needing no expensive coaching or time to cultivate. In fact, the opposite is true. Potential greatness exists among the working class, just as it does in the middle and upper classes. It is the money, independence, confidence, time, and access to resources that they lack.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5081813425123013673-1695691275374227173?l=jessgrad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jessgrad.blogspot.com/feeds/1695691275374227173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5081813425123013673&amp;postID=1695691275374227173' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5081813425123013673/posts/default/1695691275374227173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5081813425123013673/posts/default/1695691275374227173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessgrad.blogspot.com/2009/04/susan-boyle.html' title='Susan Boyle'/><author><name>Jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05014418098325075286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5081813425123013673.post-5993584212908224064</id><published>2009-04-14T15:33:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-14T15:34:38.123-07:00</updated><title type='text'>C'mon, Paterson</title><content type='html'>Stop playing politics with the gays. If legislators aren't going to pass a gay marriage bill, don't put it up for the vote. Way to gamble gay rights to improve your popularity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://nymag.com/daily/intel/2009/04/patersons_gay_marriage_gamble.html"&gt;http://nymag.com/daily/intel/2009/04/patersons_gay_marriage_gamble.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5081813425123013673-5993584212908224064?l=jessgrad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jessgrad.blogspot.com/feeds/5993584212908224064/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5081813425123013673&amp;postID=5993584212908224064' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5081813425123013673/posts/default/5993584212908224064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5081813425123013673/posts/default/5993584212908224064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessgrad.blogspot.com/2009/04/cmon-paterson.html' title='C&apos;mon, Paterson'/><author><name>Jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05014418098325075286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5081813425123013673.post-842819878393168941</id><published>2009-04-14T06:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-14T06:58:51.679-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Countdown to diss</title><content type='html'>I am about two months away from my dissertation defense date (June 18). That is, if it isn't pushed back. When I was in Chapel Hill, one of my advisors warned me that they could decide I wasn't ready, and could push back the date. She told me at least twice that I "had time" to push it back if necessary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Except that I have an appointment with the beach on June 20. And I intend to make it. So now I am in full-panic mode, trying to get this mess of three drafted chapters into a polished (okay, adequate) dissertation with introduction and conclusion. On top of this, I need to write another paper draft in a week in order to meet with a co-author at PAA. And I am going to Beijing in mid-May. I am regretting that decision.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, not much new to share. I visited Chapel Hill, which was awesome. I plan to discuss the game and share pictures, eventually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) I think it is laughable that the Somali pirates are so "outraged" about the killings of their comrades, and now vow revenge. You...get that you were holding someone hostage, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Also, I think I have finally decided to buy white strips for my teeth. They are too yellow. I'm just scared of the whole bleached-teeth thing, and worried I will do some sort of damage. Also, it would be better to bleach them over a period of time when I was not drinking coffee. This will not happen until late June/July. Hm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) I have almost completed the very loooong process of eliminating walk breaks from my running. Basically, ever since I ran my first marathon in the Fall of 2005, I have had recurring knee injuries. At first, it was my IT Band. I spent a year and a half recovering from that. Eventually, I started a marathon training program and got up to 14 miles in the summer of 2007. Then I stupidly moved furniture all day and went running the next day. Hello, runner's knee! This was much more persistent. By winter that year, I couldn't run 2.5 miles without pain. So I started a very long program of building up. I added more yoga, started cycling, cut running to 3x/week, and began running with walk breaks. Finally, I have almost phased out the walking, and I will soon be adding a fifth day of running to my week. Woo-hoo! I definitely credit the cycling and yoga. I did PT exercises for a while, and they were worthless. Mostly, I just needed to build strength in areas that were weak. Or at least, that seems to have been what happened. I'm only running 7.5 miles on my long days, but I dream of more...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5081813425123013673-842819878393168941?l=jessgrad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jessgrad.blogspot.com/feeds/842819878393168941/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5081813425123013673&amp;postID=842819878393168941' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5081813425123013673/posts/default/842819878393168941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5081813425123013673/posts/default/842819878393168941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessgrad.blogspot.com/2009/04/countdown-to-diss.html' title='Countdown to diss'/><author><name>Jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05014418098325075286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5081813425123013673.post-2115152394642692277</id><published>2009-03-29T18:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-29T18:20:31.852-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dreams</title><content type='html'>In honor of the craziness of my recent dreams and Anne, who blogs about her own dreams, I thought I would post mine here. Normally, I have no memory of dreaming. I can go months without recalling a single dream. When I do remember them, they are usually vague and ordinary. But no. Something is seriously wrong with my brain:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Two nights ago, I dreamed that a friend of mine, who is a grad student in another department, was leading a bloody coup to assassinate the current president of the ASA in favor of another. In my dream, the current president was a member of our department, but was not anyone who has ever been an ASA president. The new choice was from our department as well. In my dream, I felt that my friend and her co-conspirators were being a bit extreme, so I tried to talk her out of it. Still, as most of the attendees of the conference were seated in a large, outdoor stadium waiting for the president's speech, the current leader was murdered (outside the stadium) and the new president prevailed. It was all very Julius Caesar-esque.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Last night, I dreamed that I was grieving over an old friend's death. This friend, according to my dream, had been about to embark on a cross-country race that involved running, biking and swimming (like an ironman, but across several states) with some other college friends (Elana, that includes you). The details of my friend's death were hazy. When we arrived at her home, however, she was actually alive. Stricken by relief, I volunteered to join my friends on their race, only afterwards realizing that I didn't bike or swim well and that my running was hampered by recent injuries. This is where it gets weird. Our race was not marked, so I was running along streets and inside buildings while other runners passed me, heading in all directions. I had no idea where I was going. At what point, I began to run up a down escalator, when a herd of unicorns descended the same escalator and began to attack me. Shortly after this, our running/biking/swimming group went to dinner, where the bathroom consisted of a series of sinks in the kitchen of the restaurant. At this point, I woke up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, those are my dreams. Thoughts?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5081813425123013673-2115152394642692277?l=jessgrad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jessgrad.blogspot.com/feeds/2115152394642692277/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5081813425123013673&amp;postID=2115152394642692277' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5081813425123013673/posts/default/2115152394642692277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5081813425123013673/posts/default/2115152394642692277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessgrad.blogspot.com/2009/03/dreams.html' title='Dreams'/><author><name>Jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05014418098325075286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5081813425123013673.post-2588043075815657171</id><published>2009-03-25T07:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-25T07:46:30.275-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Analysis</title><content type='html'>I miss stata.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the moment, I am trying to wade through 61 interview transcripts (which is equivalent to over 3,000 pages of text), searching for common themes. Do they exist? Probably. But as soon as I think I find something meaningful, I read more transcripts and everything becomes muddled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am beginning to suspect that qualitative research involves a lot of guesswork, and too many of our own prejudices. Which does not mean that I favor statistics, necessarily. Reading through transcripts is also a good way to realize that one's first, shorthand answer to a question is not always the best representation of a person's attitudes and behaviors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to the grind...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5081813425123013673-2588043075815657171?l=jessgrad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jessgrad.blogspot.com/feeds/2588043075815657171/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5081813425123013673&amp;postID=2588043075815657171' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5081813425123013673/posts/default/2588043075815657171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5081813425123013673/posts/default/2588043075815657171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessgrad.blogspot.com/2009/03/analysis.html' title='Analysis'/><author><name>Jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05014418098325075286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5081813425123013673.post-262979370231363541</id><published>2009-03-23T08:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-23T09:02:21.705-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Goal: Eat greasy food and watch 30 Rock</title><content type='html'>Status: Accomplished&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My whirlwind tour of San Fran and Baltimore is over. San Fran was lovely. We partied with the bride-to-be on Friday night until the wee hours of the morning, drinking vodka, eating donuts and fries, and taking wacky pictures of Elana, Debby and Dani wearing animal-print robes. Then there was a wedding which may have been my favorite of all time (tied with Michelle's). Although Dani's wedding included an Elvis impersonator, which may have put it over the top.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I then headed to Baltimore, where the audience for our presentation was indeed small. Which made me angry about missing the rest of the reception. Although I did eat awesome crab cakes and a basket of fries for lunch, partially making up for my disappointment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I returned home to amazing cookies, thai food, a fun guest, and a night of 30 Rock.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was younger, I didn't understand why people complained about traveling. But in the past few years, I have completely caught up. It sucks. Vacations are fun. Traveling is not. I am so tired of planning, packing, and commuting to somewhere every two weeks. I can't wait to live with Alison in one place, where neither of us have obligations to a second location. The good life...when will it be?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Also, I should mention, a salary would be nice).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5081813425123013673-262979370231363541?l=jessgrad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jessgrad.blogspot.com/feeds/262979370231363541/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5081813425123013673&amp;postID=262979370231363541' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5081813425123013673/posts/default/262979370231363541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5081813425123013673/posts/default/262979370231363541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessgrad.blogspot.com/2009/03/goal-eat-greasy-food-and-watch-30-rock.html' title='Goal: Eat greasy food and watch 30 Rock'/><author><name>Jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05014418098325075286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5081813425123013673.post-5519461862250160096</id><published>2009-03-19T17:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-19T17:11:36.499-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Never submit an abstract to a conference</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;...Because then you will find yourself, months later, spending many frantic days writing, culminating in an an all-nighter, in order to send a pathetic draft of a paper whose data you are not done analyzing to the session discussant. Then you will spend two and a half days procrastinating because you are wiped out from the mad rush of work, only to realize that you really do need to get that presentation written. And now you (okay, I) look forward to another long night of work before heading out of town.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Let this be a lesson to you. Do not submit a unwritten papers to conferences! Especially when they are small regional conferences whose audience will likely be miniscule.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I would have more time to work on my presentation, but in the 56 hours between Friday at 7:30am and Sunday at 3:30pm, I am taking a train to Baltimore, then flying to San Francisco via Philadelphia (I know--huh?), hanging out with friends, going to a wedding, leaving said wedding mid-reception to catch a red-eye to Baltimore, giving a presentation in Baltimore the same morning, and then taking the train back to Philadelphia.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;At which time I want to do nothing more than eat greasy take-out and watch 30 Rock.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315055851591073122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0svXnGa8bY0/ScLfIvtyfWI/AAAAAAAAADs/LVw2IdzM8Eg/s320/30-Rock-tv-46.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5081813425123013673-5519461862250160096?l=jessgrad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jessgrad.blogspot.com/feeds/5519461862250160096/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5081813425123013673&amp;postID=5519461862250160096' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5081813425123013673/posts/default/5519461862250160096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5081813425123013673/posts/default/5519461862250160096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessgrad.blogspot.com/2009/03/never-submit-abstract-to-conference.html' title='Never submit an abstract to a conference'/><author><name>Jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05014418098325075286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0svXnGa8bY0/ScLfIvtyfWI/AAAAAAAAADs/LVw2IdzM8Eg/s72-c/30-Rock-tv-46.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5081813425123013673.post-2205169014368194704</id><published>2009-03-18T07:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-18T07:33:47.289-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Chocolate Caramel Cupcakes with Buttercream Frosting</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314535306776317298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 130px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 97px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0svXnGa8bY0/ScEFtDKsjXI/AAAAAAAAADc/3bavm1KaUyQ/s320/cupcakes.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are a creation of mine, culled from three separate recipes for the cake, frosting, and caramel. A small amount of the caramel goes in the batter for the cake part of each cupcake, with another dollop on top of the cupcake after they are frosted. The caramel blends into the cake batter itself, but it does add to the taste.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Caramel&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1/2 cup packed light brown sugar&lt;br /&gt;1/2 stick of butter&lt;br /&gt;1/4 cup heavy cream&lt;br /&gt;1 tsp vanilla&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-bring first three ingredients to a boil, then bring to simmer&lt;br /&gt;-simmer for 5 minutes, stirring often&lt;br /&gt;-remove from heat&lt;br /&gt;-stir in vanilla&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cake&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 oz unsweetened chocolate&lt;br /&gt;2 cups sugar&lt;br /&gt;1.5 cups flour&lt;br /&gt;3/4 tsp baking soda&lt;br /&gt;1/2 tsp salt&lt;br /&gt;1 cup hot coffee&lt;br /&gt;1/2 cup sour cream&lt;br /&gt;1/2 cup vegetable oil&lt;br /&gt;2 large eggs, lightly beaten&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-melt the unsweetened chocolate in a double boiler, over simmering water&lt;br /&gt;(fyi, if you don't have a real double broiler, put a small amount of water in a pot and sit a metal bowl on top, not touching the water)&lt;br /&gt;-sift the dry ingredients&lt;br /&gt;-whisk the coffee, sour cream, and vegetable oil&lt;br /&gt;-add the eggs to the other wet ingredients, continue to whisk&lt;br /&gt;-add the chocolate to the other wet ingredients, continue to whisk&lt;br /&gt;-add the wet ingredients to the dry, stirring&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Buttercream Frosting&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 1/2 sticks of butter, softened&lt;br /&gt;2 1/4 cups confectioners' sugar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-place softened butter in a large bowl&lt;br /&gt;-gradually add sugar by sifting a small amount over the butter, stirring&lt;br /&gt;-beat hard with an electric mixer until icing is pale and fluffy&lt;br /&gt;-you can add food coloring, milk, or fruit juice for variety :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cupcakes&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Preheat oven to 350&lt;br /&gt;-Fill each cup with batter to almost 2/3 full&lt;br /&gt;-Add small amount of caramel (@ 1/2 tsp?) to each cup&lt;br /&gt;-Add small amount of batter to each cup&lt;br /&gt;-Bake 20 to 25 minutes&lt;br /&gt;-Allow to cool, then frost&lt;br /&gt;-Add a dollop of caramel to each cupcake&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Voila!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314535455912434450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 97px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 130px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0svXnGa8bY0/ScEF1uvhGxI/AAAAAAAAADk/qyjbWlr1kxA/s320/cat+wants+cupcake.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5081813425123013673-2205169014368194704?l=jessgrad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jessgrad.blogspot.com/feeds/2205169014368194704/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5081813425123013673&amp;postID=2205169014368194704' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5081813425123013673/posts/default/2205169014368194704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5081813425123013673/posts/default/2205169014368194704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessgrad.blogspot.com/2009/03/chocolate-caramel-cupcakes-with.html' title='Chocolate Caramel Cupcakes with Buttercream Frosting'/><author><name>Jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05014418098325075286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0svXnGa8bY0/ScEFtDKsjXI/AAAAAAAAADc/3bavm1KaUyQ/s72-c/cupcakes.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5081813425123013673.post-616221910296106843</id><published>2009-03-14T13:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-14T13:35:51.521-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The News, In Brief</title><content type='html'>Sorry I haven't posted. I have many things I want to post, which the problem--it's overwhelming. And I have a paper due for a conference on Sunday. So, I will just summarize here. Elaborations are coming, I promise:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I accepted a postdoc at Penn State. This means a Facebook page is imminent. I'm busy right now (and scared to join, I admit). But I promise, it will be done!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Alison and I went to Miami for three days. We had a fabulous time, and I wish we were still there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. I made yummy chocolate-caramel cupcakes for Alison's birthday last week, and I keep meaning to post the recipe. Also, I plan to post my "secret" chili recipe soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. The spot in my mouth was a freckle, in case anyone was curious (for those who don't know--I had to get a biopsy of a dark spot on the roof of my mouth).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. I have injured the arch of my foot. I have no idea what's wrong, but it hurts, and is preventing me from working out. It is driving me crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. I bought tickets to Beijing, and I am psyched!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. I am obsessed with stories about ponzi schemes &amp;amp; Amanda Knox. There is something wrong with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think that's it. See you all soon!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5081813425123013673-616221910296106843?l=jessgrad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jessgrad.blogspot.com/feeds/616221910296106843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5081813425123013673&amp;postID=616221910296106843' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5081813425123013673/posts/default/616221910296106843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5081813425123013673/posts/default/616221910296106843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessgrad.blogspot.com/2009/03/news-in-brief.html' title='The News, In Brief'/><author><name>Jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05014418098325075286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5081813425123013673.post-6021268116799890634</id><published>2009-03-06T11:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-06T11:04:27.589-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I will not be unemployed!</title><content type='html'>I received an offer for a postdoc position yesterday. Yay! It's a great fit, so I'm very excited. I'm now waiting to hear back from other postdocs before I make a decision, but now I know I won't be sticking around grad school for another year. Yay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of (un)employment, &lt;a href="http://economix.blogs.nytimes.com/2009/03/06/ever-closer-to-1982/?hp"&gt;this &lt;/a&gt;really sucks. Having been unemployed for a (thankfully short) period of time, I empathize.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5081813425123013673-6021268116799890634?l=jessgrad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jessgrad.blogspot.com/feeds/6021268116799890634/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5081813425123013673&amp;postID=6021268116799890634' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5081813425123013673/posts/default/6021268116799890634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5081813425123013673/posts/default/6021268116799890634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessgrad.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-will-not-be-unemployed.html' title='I will not be unemployed!'/><author><name>Jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05014418098325075286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5081813425123013673.post-5368288598398522824</id><published>2009-03-01T12:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-01T12:35:07.892-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Conferences</title><content type='html'>In the next six months, I am attending 5 conferences and presenting 6 papers. This is one of my least favorite aspects to being an academic. While I enjoy attending conferences and talking about my work in an informal setting, I find academic presentations scary. I am not good at captivating an audience, or working without a script (in my discipline, reading from a paper is a no-no--I circumvent this by memorizing my talks). Answering questions on my research is also intimidating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My next presentation is at the end of March, and unfortunately, submission to this conference required only an abstract. I am now a week away from needing to send a paper to my discussant, and I am still at the abstract phase. I think I will be able to put together a decent paper, but I hope they do not publish our submission abstracts in the program. I cannot deliver on the promises of those lofty goals.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5081813425123013673-5368288598398522824?l=jessgrad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jessgrad.blogspot.com/feeds/5368288598398522824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5081813425123013673&amp;postID=5368288598398522824' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5081813425123013673/posts/default/5368288598398522824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5081813425123013673/posts/default/5368288598398522824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessgrad.blogspot.com/2009/03/conferences.html' title='Conferences'/><author><name>Jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05014418098325075286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5081813425123013673.post-5422669944985251507</id><published>2009-02-26T05:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-26T05:06:50.768-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Go Providence!</title><content type='html'>So, I love Providence's basketball team. Because I am from Rhode Island, and because I love scrappy underdogs who are perpetually on the bubble (granted, Providence is usually in the NIT). But now they beat Pittsburgh, the number one team in the country, and will probably make it to the NCAA tournament. I am super excited. Yes, they will probably lose in the first round. But I'm cool with that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No other news to report...I'm in Chapel Hill, which is always so busy that I don't get much real work accomplished. But it does motivate me to work while I'm away, so it serves its purpose. Plus, I get to eat at Pepper's Pizza. And that is a wonderful thing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5081813425123013673-5422669944985251507?l=jessgrad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jessgrad.blogspot.com/feeds/5422669944985251507/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5081813425123013673&amp;postID=5422669944985251507' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5081813425123013673/posts/default/5422669944985251507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5081813425123013673/posts/default/5422669944985251507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessgrad.blogspot.com/2009/02/go-providence.html' title='Go Providence!'/><author><name>Jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05014418098325075286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5081813425123013673.post-6931430825009409199</id><published>2009-02-24T13:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-01T05:46:26.816-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Everyone else is doing it...</title><content type='html'>From best to worst (in my humble opinion):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0svXnGa8bY0/SaRrjNLTR7I/AAAAAAAAAC8/14_45qVODxI/s1600-h/gal_red-tomei2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306484513525942194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 238px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0svXnGa8bY0/SaRrjNLTR7I/AAAAAAAAAC8/14_45qVODxI/s320/gal_red-tomei2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I love this dress on Marisa Tomei. I know, I might be the only one. It does, in fact, look like a set of paper napkins. And it's white, which was overdone this year. But...I just like it. It fits her well, and it's interesting to look at.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0svXnGa8bY0/SaRq3UBS1nI/AAAAAAAAABc/YF-fJRfpnTY/s1600-h/gal_red-davis.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306483759448774258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 174px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0svXnGa8bY0/SaRq3UBS1nI/AAAAAAAAABc/YF-fJRfpnTY/s320/gal_red-davis.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Well played, Viola Davis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0svXnGa8bY0/SaRqkmjklPI/AAAAAAAAAA0/pYUraXeI13g/s1600-h/gal_red-adams.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306483438006867186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 197px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0svXnGa8bY0/SaRqkmjklPI/AAAAAAAAAA0/pYUraXeI13g/s320/gal_red-adams.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I've read a few critiques of Amy Adams' dress--particularly the bib/veil coming out of the center of her chest. But I really like the color (not white!), it fits her very well, and the stitching on the bodice is cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0svXnGa8bY0/SaRq7WCA-1I/AAAAAAAAABk/ETs3ZrWmFxo/s1600-h/gal_red-henson.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306483828708146002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 219px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0svXnGa8bY0/SaRq7WCA-1I/AAAAAAAAABk/ETs3ZrWmFxo/s320/gal_red-henson.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The only other white dress I liked. Yes, Taraji looks like a wedding cake. But a tasty wedding cake--and that is rare.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0svXnGa8bY0/SaRrm5m8lKI/AAAAAAAAADE/hvDbL3XdehY/s1600-h/gal_red-winslet.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306484576992662690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 193px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0svXnGa8bY0/SaRrm5m8lKI/AAAAAAAAADE/hvDbL3XdehY/s320/gal_red-winslet.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Okay, I confess. I like this dress. In fact, it would be higher up on the list if not for all the critics out there who are telling me I should hate it. What can I say? I'm a lemming. (Also, my crush on Kate Winslet may be interfering with my objectivity here).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0svXnGa8bY0/SaRrpY29PpI/AAAAAAAAADM/mqURFy2GyVc/s1600-h/gal-red-hathaway.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306484619741052562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 195px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0svXnGa8bY0/SaRrpY29PpI/AAAAAAAAADM/mqURFy2GyVc/s320/gal-red-hathaway.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Anne Hathaway's dress looks see-through. I don't think it is, but the juxtaposition of the white bands at the top and middle of her dress next to the slightly darker bodice makes it appear as if her skin color is shining through. Also, why is the lower band curved? It appears to be outlining a belly that she doesn't even have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0svXnGa8bY0/SaRrMYQLDyI/AAAAAAAAACU/GcJi8pXRAbM/s1600-h/gal_red-pinto.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306484121362173730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 191px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0svXnGa8bY0/SaRrMYQLDyI/AAAAAAAAACU/GcJi8pXRAbM/s320/gal_red-pinto.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I think Freida's other sleeve got caught on the limo door as she was getting in, and she decided to go with it. I know people like this dress, and the color is fab. But the sleeve bugs me. Not only does it miss its counterpart, but it also looks like it belongs on Sophia Loren.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0svXnGa8bY0/SaRrPMD18hI/AAAAAAAAACc/5toEBNIFScQ/s1600-h/gal_red-portman.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306484169628840466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 219px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0svXnGa8bY0/SaRrPMD18hI/AAAAAAAAACc/5toEBNIFScQ/s320/gal_red-portman.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The dress is beautiful, but the color reminds me of cheerleaders on prom night. The horror!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0svXnGa8bY0/SaRq-MkCSOI/AAAAAAAAABs/aVTxXoCSzvo/s1600-h/gal_red-jolie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306483877706090722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 216px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0svXnGa8bY0/SaRq-MkCSOI/AAAAAAAAABs/aVTxXoCSzvo/s320/gal_red-jolie.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The dress might be boring, but AJ is hot. Although she would be hotter if she ate a sandwich.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0svXnGa8bY0/SaRquIzAktI/AAAAAAAAABM/3LnZYbwPFf8/s1600-h/gal_red-cotillard.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306483601817244370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 233px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0svXnGa8bY0/SaRquIzAktI/AAAAAAAAABM/3LnZYbwPFf8/s320/gal_red-cotillard.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I do love Marion Cotillard, but she looks like a corpse bride. What's with the leg showing through? Is there a slit in the dress? Did they run out of material? And the top of the bodice looks like it's about 3 inches away from her skin. Was she hoping to stash an Oscar there? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0svXnGa8bY0/SaRqzaAsSiI/AAAAAAAAABU/bplX_0arCe8/s1600-h/gal_red-cruz.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306483692337383970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 210px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0svXnGa8bY0/SaRqzaAsSiI/AAAAAAAAABU/bplX_0arCe8/s320/gal_red-cruz.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Was there a wedding at the Oscars that we didn't see? (Why so many brides?)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0svXnGa8bY0/SaRrJod9Y2I/AAAAAAAAACM/sZ7CMNrUoCA/s1600-h/gal_red-parker.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306484074175357794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 259px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0svXnGa8bY0/SaRrJod9Y2I/AAAAAAAAACM/sZ7CMNrUoCA/s320/gal_red-parker.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;SJP's breasts are coming close to falling out of her dress. Which would be okay, if they weren't smushed up against her armpits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0svXnGa8bY0/SaRrUD6bLWI/AAAAAAAAACk/IZRn77k_pXc/s1600-h/gal_red-seyfried.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306484253341199714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0svXnGa8bY0/SaRrUD6bLWI/AAAAAAAAACk/IZRn77k_pXc/s320/gal_red-seyfried.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I love that Amanda Seyfried looks perpetually like her character in Mean Girls. Her dress is fug, but not even fug enough to escape being boring. I dislike the bow, but I dislike the almost-orange color more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0svXnGa8bY0/SaRrd3fS0KI/AAAAAAAAAC0/g3PFDU08jek/s1600-h/gal_red-swinton.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306484421804871842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 221px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0svXnGa8bY0/SaRrd3fS0KI/AAAAAAAAAC0/g3PFDU08jek/s320/gal_red-swinton.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Tilda Swinton wouldn't be so far up the list, if not for the fact that this is the best outfit I've ever seen her wear. Props for coming close to normalcy, Tilda!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0svXnGa8bY0/SaRqrCoObQI/AAAAAAAAABE/7hOF71poQfc/s1600-h/gal_red-biel.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306483548621794562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 223px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0svXnGa8bY0/SaRqrCoObQI/AAAAAAAAABE/7hOF71poQfc/s320/gal_red-biel.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Jessica, take the napkin off and wash your hair. This is the Oscars!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0svXnGa8bY0/SaRrHDq6riI/AAAAAAAAACE/RbQ6R8DbdiQ/s1600-h/gal_red-mann.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306484029937856034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 218px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0svXnGa8bY0/SaRrHDq6riI/AAAAAAAAACE/RbQ6R8DbdiQ/s320/gal_red-mann.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Oooh, look! I can totally check my makeup in your dress!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0svXnGa8bY0/SaRqoknMCAI/AAAAAAAAAA8/Ku6Vd-vMGYQ/s1600-h/gal_red-beyonce.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306483506204641282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 220px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0svXnGa8bY0/SaRqoknMCAI/AAAAAAAAAA8/Ku6Vd-vMGYQ/s320/gal_red-beyonce.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This...feels almost too easy. Pass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0svXnGa8bY0/SaRrArngVdI/AAAAAAAAAB0/DMWvNXkff6w/s1600-h/gal_red-klum.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306483920401880530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 210px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0svXnGa8bY0/SaRrArngVdI/AAAAAAAAAB0/DMWvNXkff6w/s320/gal_red-klum.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I think Heidi might have worn a design from one of the losing designers from this season's (yet unseen) project runway. In fact, I wouldn't be surprised if this is the dress that got someone eliminated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0svXnGa8bY0/SaRrECYeGBI/AAAAAAAAAB8/aiOKYAiQZt8/s1600-h/gal_red-leo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306483978052442130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0svXnGa8bY0/SaRrECYeGBI/AAAAAAAAAB8/aiOKYAiQZt8/s320/gal_red-leo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This dress makes Melissa Leo look simultaneously like an 80 year-old woman and a 12 year-old girl. Perhaps she is playing homage to Benjamin Button ("Pssst! Don't do it! It's not worth it!")&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0svXnGa8bY0/SaRrZaJy5yI/AAAAAAAAACs/HY1gpHYQ6os/s1600-h/gal_red-streep-loren.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306484345210595106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 230px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0svXnGa8bY0/SaRrZaJy5yI/AAAAAAAAACs/HY1gpHYQ6os/s320/gal_red-streep-loren.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meryl: "Oh, Sophia, you make me look so young!"&lt;br /&gt;Sophia: "And you make me look well-dressed."&lt;br /&gt;Meryl: "We both win!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0svXnGa8bY0/SaRuLwpOt4I/AAAAAAAAADU/MP4SSPnbzfg/s1600-h/gal_red-goldberg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306487409264736130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 218px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0svXnGa8bY0/SaRuLwpOt4I/AAAAAAAAADU/MP4SSPnbzfg/s320/gal_red-goldberg.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I have no words.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5081813425123013673-6931430825009409199?l=jessgrad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jessgrad.blogspot.com/feeds/6931430825009409199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5081813425123013673&amp;postID=6931430825009409199' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5081813425123013673/posts/default/6931430825009409199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5081813425123013673/posts/default/6931430825009409199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessgrad.blogspot.com/2009/02/everyone-else-is-doing-it.html' title='Everyone else is doing it...'/><author><name>Jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05014418098325075286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0svXnGa8bY0/SaRrjNLTR7I/AAAAAAAAAC8/14_45qVODxI/s72-c/gal_red-tomei2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5081813425123013673.post-5183430425745410100</id><published>2009-02-19T12:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-19T12:26:33.581-08:00</updated><title type='text'>RuPaul's Drag Race</title><content type='html'>In the past few days, I have watched two episodes of this fabulous show. And it is a masterpiece. 'Drag Race' is a clear immitation of ANTM (a guilty pleasure and a train wreck). RuPaul is a sassier, more stylish, and more confident Tyra Banks--Tyra needs to be adored, but RuPaul knows she is. The prizes are also similar. The winning drag queen receives $20k, a spread in Paper magazine, a spot on the Pride tour, and a commercial deal selling eyelash extensions. The queens go through challenges, of course. The second episode featured a group performance, while in the third episode, the ladies had to channel Oprah while portraying a newscaster, on-air salesperson, and talk show host. At the end, the bottom two have to "lipsynch for their lives" to stay for another week. And, of course, every reality show needs ending taglines. The loser gets, "sashay away" while the winner hears, "Shante, you stay!" Magical!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, watch it. I promise, you will not be disappointed...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5081813425123013673-5183430425745410100?l=jessgrad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jessgrad.blogspot.com/feeds/5183430425745410100/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5081813425123013673&amp;postID=5183430425745410100' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5081813425123013673/posts/default/5183430425745410100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5081813425123013673/posts/default/5183430425745410100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessgrad.blogspot.com/2009/02/rupauls-drag-race.html' title='RuPaul&apos;s Drag Race'/><author><name>Jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05014418098325075286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5081813425123013673.post-6215420710839701901</id><published>2009-02-18T07:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-18T14:36:06.979-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Random Thoughts</title><content type='html'>Just a few things I have been thinking about (and thought you should know, because I guess I'm just that narcissistic):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. &lt;a href="http://www.google.com/hostednews/ap/article/ALeqM5jvlkKth37Fp__GL6KYdl2b1s6dBgD96DNV5G0"&gt;Wild animals are not pets&lt;/a&gt;. It should never, ever be legal to keep them in your home. I don't care if they can drink wine out of stemmed glasses. And what is the point in asking for an explanation when these "pets" attack? The explanation is that you brought a wild animal into your home. End of story, jackass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. The NY Times has list of &lt;a href="http://www.nytimes.com/2009/02/18/dining/18mini.html?8dpc"&gt;promising dinner-for-breakfast options&lt;/a&gt;. Now, I'm more of the breakfast-for-dinner type, but I applaud their out of the box thinking. Last night, I did make a pizza (although it was dinner food). I make this every so often, and it really makes an excellent dinner. I used Trader Joe's whole wheat pizza dough (actually yummier than their white wheat version), and topped it with tomato sauce, mozerella cheese, sliced tomatoes, grilled chicken, and basil. It's an excellent meal, and pretty healthy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Speaking of food, I am trying to eat more healthily. I am already a pretty healthy person, but I have been thinking about trying new grains and vegetables. My latest obsession is quinoa, although I have not yet tried it. Any advice on good food?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Now &lt;a href="http://nymag.com/movies/reviews/53598/"&gt;this &lt;/a&gt;is a teaching film I could go for. NY Magazine suggests this is the best film of the year. It's the story of an upper middle class white teacher struggling to teach a class of poor immigrant and minority youths. Cliche? Yes. In fact, having been such a teacher, I really hate this storyline (seriously, why does simply being white and willing to teach kids of another race automatically qualify one for a movie or book deal?) BUT--it's a French film. And better yet, the reviewer says this film ends in bitterness, not triumph. Excellent. Also, I like this description of the movie: "every class [the protagonist] leads is a juggling act that’s deeply disillusioning—then inspiring—then frustrating to the point of despair—then unexpectedly touching—then a god-awful mess." Yup, that sums up teaching.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. What's creepy about &lt;a href="http://abcnews.go.com/Entertainment/popup?id=6889145&amp;amp;contentIndex=1&amp;amp;page=1&amp;amp;start=false"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt;? When models fall, their faces remain perfect. Scary!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5081813425123013673-6215420710839701901?l=jessgrad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jessgrad.blogspot.com/feeds/6215420710839701901/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5081813425123013673&amp;postID=6215420710839701901' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5081813425123013673/posts/default/6215420710839701901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5081813425123013673/posts/default/6215420710839701901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessgrad.blogspot.com/2009/02/random-thoughts_18.html' title='Random Thoughts'/><author><name>Jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05014418098325075286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5081813425123013673.post-3548492591183209726</id><published>2009-02-17T06:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-17T06:28:09.446-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Working from home</title><content type='html'>One of the supposed advantages of being a graduate student--and, eventually, a professor--is the ability to work from one's home. This is true of many professional jobs, of course, but academia does seem to offer greater flexibility in this regard. And many people take advantage of this. My mom did, until being chair forced her to go to work. And most of my peers &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;extol&lt;/span&gt; the virtue of working from home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to admit, I don't really like it. I've always preferred going into an office. Once I was given an "office" (initially, this was a spot in the hallway that was buffered with a makeshift cubicle wall, and shared with another graduate student), I began going in every day to work. Even before this, I spent a lot more time in my shared Hamilton offices than many of my colleagues. And getting a closet-sized office to myself was the best thing that happened while in graduate school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is not to say that I never spent the day at home. But these were usually special occasions--I spent most of my time studying for comps at home, because I wanted the quiet. And when I'm down to the wire on a deadline, there's nothing that beats being able to wake up at 6am and immediately begin working. Also, it's not that I confine work to the office. When I did go into school to work every day, I brought my work home in the evenings and weekends. But it still allowed me to feel as if there was a delineation between "work" and "home".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year, I don't have an office. And working at Penn requires a 20 minute walk, mostly over a windy bridge, and only offers a drafty (although pretty) library to do work in. So I don't really get out much. Instead, I wake up and move into the living room, where I eat breakfast, work, eat lunch, work, eat dinner, watch &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;TV&lt;/span&gt;, and work. All in the same damn room. I hate it, and it has definitely slowed my productivity (despite saving me the commute). I cannot wait to have an office again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, what are others' preferences? I have the impression that my fellow graduate students love working from home--why?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5081813425123013673-3548492591183209726?l=jessgrad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jessgrad.blogspot.com/feeds/3548492591183209726/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5081813425123013673&amp;postID=3548492591183209726' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5081813425123013673/posts/default/3548492591183209726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5081813425123013673/posts/default/3548492591183209726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessgrad.blogspot.com/2009/02/working-from-home.html' title='Working from home'/><author><name>Jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05014418098325075286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5081813425123013673.post-4450879446538850345</id><published>2009-02-14T11:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-14T15:52:51.561-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Good, the Bad, and the Ugly</title><content type='html'>...Actually, I only have the good and the ugly to report.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The good&lt;/strong&gt;: Alison and I went on a lovely snowboarding trip for three days. We are tired and sore, but feeling refreshed for work. Pics and description of our "weekend" (Wednesday-Friday, really) below.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The ugly&lt;/strong&gt;: Awardees of the RWJ were contacted on Friday, and guess who didn't get a call? Worst Valentine's Day ever (since I didn't find this out until today). It really, really sucks. But last year prepared me for rejection, so I'm doing okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Back to our trip. We went to Bear Creek (where two of our fabulous friends got married!) on Wednesday at around 4pm, and went snowboarding for a few hours before dinner. I had the opportunity to break in my new snowboard, and it was awesome. Here's a picture of the board:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302734621506262850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0svXnGa8bY0/SZcZCw0L10I/AAAAAAAAAAU/lBLFItMZ3xY/s320/2009_0213vacation_snow0226.JPG" border="0" /&gt;The first night was a lot easier than we thought it would be. We headed to one of the easier hills, to practice. It was only our fourth time snowboarding, and we managed to stay mostly upright. We then had dinner at the lodge, and relaxed in the room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;The next day, we snowboarded all day. Somehow, we always manage to miss ideal conditions. It was warm on Wednesday (over 60 degrees), which had melted much of the snow and prevented them from making more. On Thursday, much of the snow had turned to ice or puddles, and it was extremely windy. We went on the intermediate slope, and did okay for the first half of the day. After lunch, though, I became really off-balance and tired, so we went back to the beginner hill. Here's a picture of Alison shredding (well, at least gliding), as well as one of me. Note the snow on my butt. That's from all the falling.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302736199888384882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0svXnGa8bY0/SZcaeovzs3I/AAAAAAAAAAc/ASO2X2f3aIo/s320/2009_0213vacation_snow0230.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302736433744785234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0svXnGa8bY0/SZcasP7hL1I/AAAAAAAAAAk/IgiDHSQhMPQ/s320/2009_0213vacation_snow0245.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;After our day on the slopes, we ate some yummy soup and watched tv in our room. I iced my knee, which was now twice it's normal size, and a lovely shade of purple.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;They did not make any more snow on Friday, but they did groom the slopes, so it was much easier to handle. We returned to the intermediate hill, and I had a much easier time. Alison exchanged her snowboard from some skiis. Since she has skiied since age 13, she spent much of her time waiting around for me. Here is Alison looking dapper:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302737581624860514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0svXnGa8bY0/SZcbvEHdH2I/AAAAAAAAAAs/BA8Pi1FxE8I/s320/2009_0213vacation_snow0251.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p&gt;I fell a few more times that day, and added a few bruises to my other knee, and a very large, swollen bruise to my hip--I don't know why, but I always look and feel like I've been in a traffic accident after snowboarding, while Alison is largely injury-free. Although she does have a nasty nest egg on the back of her head at the moment.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Anyway, all in all, a good time. It was great to get away, and to get more experience on the slopes. If we can swing it, we'll go once more this year. Hopefully after a generous snowfall!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5081813425123013673-4450879446538850345?l=jessgrad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jessgrad.blogspot.com/feeds/4450879446538850345/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5081813425123013673&amp;postID=4450879446538850345' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5081813425123013673/posts/default/4450879446538850345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5081813425123013673/posts/default/4450879446538850345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessgrad.blogspot.com/2009/02/good-bad-and-ugly.html' title='The Good, the Bad, and the Ugly'/><author><name>Jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05014418098325075286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0svXnGa8bY0/SZcZCw0L10I/AAAAAAAAAAU/lBLFItMZ3xY/s72-c/2009_0213vacation_snow0226.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5081813425123013673.post-3429787229098279840</id><published>2009-02-08T12:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-09T03:38:51.993-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Waiting for Godot</title><content type='html'>Or waiting for word on postdocs. Same difference--idle talk, moving nowhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the meantime...Alison and I went to see Slumdog Millionaire last night (fair warning: my discussion of this movie will include some mild "spoilers"). It was a sweet, funny, disturbing, saddening, and hopeful movie, all in one. A "made for Oscar" movie, in other words. I don't know if I hope they win, though. I liked the movie, particularly the first half or so. It kept me entertained, and the acting was excellent (particularly the star and the game show host--awesome). However, I was disappointed in the end, although I think this is largely because of all the hype. I expected the movie to be an out-of-the-box, thought-provoking film. But it hewed too close to a typical Hollywood script to be all that innovative. It wasn't an Indian film, it was a film set in India. And that was too bad. I was also continuously distracted by the juxtaposition of the good brother's light skin and the misguided (to put it kindly) brother's dark skin. I think this was less about racism than classism, but it still bothered me. I also thought the brother's change of heart at the end was entirely out of character--more a plot device than anything. That said, I did enjoy the movie a great deal. I think the cinematography was amazing, the acting solid to great, and the story was innovative. I just wished it really had been as much an outsider film as the critical acclaim suggests.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news, I thought I would post another recipe. This is a soup I've been making a lot lately, and Alison and I love it. You can leave out the bacon, and it would be a great vegetarian soup as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Guilty Pleasures Soup&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 package of bacon (10-12 strips)&lt;br /&gt;1 tbsp olive oil&lt;br /&gt;1 cup chopped carrots&lt;br /&gt;1 cup chopped onion&lt;br /&gt;1/2 tsp dried thyme&lt;br /&gt;3 tbsp flour&lt;br /&gt;2 cups low salt chicken broth&lt;br /&gt;2 cups milk&lt;br /&gt;3 russet potatoes, peeled and diced (or equivalent if russet not avail)&lt;br /&gt;1.5 cup shredded sharp cheddar cheese&lt;br /&gt;tobasco to taste&lt;br /&gt;sea salt to taste&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. cook bacon in skillet, and transfer to plate with paper towels to soak grease, set aside&lt;br /&gt;2. cook carrots, onion, and thyme in separate pan with oil and a little remaining bacon grease (either use big pot or transfer to pot when done)&lt;br /&gt;3. sprinkle flour and stir&lt;br /&gt;4. gradually whisk in broth&lt;br /&gt;5. gradually whisk in milk&lt;br /&gt;6. add potatoes and bring to boil&lt;br /&gt;7. reduce heat and simmer until potatoes tender (@20 min)&lt;br /&gt;8. add cheese 1/3 cup at a time, stirring to melt&lt;br /&gt;9. chop bacon into squares and add to soup&lt;br /&gt;10. season with tobasco and sea salt to taste&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--Goes well with sourdough bread. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5081813425123013673-3429787229098279840?l=jessgrad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jessgrad.blogspot.com/feeds/3429787229098279840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5081813425123013673&amp;postID=3429787229098279840' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5081813425123013673/posts/default/3429787229098279840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5081813425123013673/posts/default/3429787229098279840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessgrad.blogspot.com/2009/02/waiting-for-godot.html' title='Waiting for Godot'/><author><name>Jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05014418098325075286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5081813425123013673.post-3019973967176653058</id><published>2009-02-03T04:00:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-03T04:47:11.435-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Trip to Rum Bar</title><content type='html'>Alison and I met a friend for drinks last night, at Rum Bar, which offers half-priced mojitos on Monday nights (score!) And, then this happens:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man so drunk he can't focus his eyes: Hi ladies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All: Um, hi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man: (Starts talking to me as Alison &amp;amp; Isabel go back to conversation) Where are you from?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Philly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man: Where do you live?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: In the neighborhood. Where do you live?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man: 13th and Spruce, in the gayborhood. But I'm not gay. I'm a straight man. Do you think people think I'm gay, because of where I live?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: No, I don't think so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man: Are you engaged?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Yes. To a woman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man: Oh, did I insult you talking about the gayborhood? I didn't say the F-word, did I? I don't use that word.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: No, you didn't. It's fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man: There was a gay guy in my frat in college. I used to be like, "Hey, Zim!" 'Cause his name was Zimmerman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Long period of being trapped by man and his friend, who describe to me where Penn State is, why they hate the Steelers, and how they began drinking at 9am because they won a lot of money off the superbowl. Alison and our friend, meanwhile, get the bill.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man: So, do you think I could get your number?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Um, do you remember that I told you I was gay?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man: You are? Really? With who?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Her (pointing to Alison).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man: Ohhhhhh. Well, do you have any straight friends?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alison: No, we don't have any straight friends.&lt;br /&gt;[We start to leave]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man: (Shouting across the bar) Good luck with your boring gay life!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No one should drink all day, because this is what happens.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5081813425123013673-3019973967176653058?l=jessgrad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jessgrad.blogspot.com/feeds/3019973967176653058/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5081813425123013673&amp;postID=3019973967176653058' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5081813425123013673/posts/default/3019973967176653058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5081813425123013673/posts/default/3019973967176653058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessgrad.blogspot.com/2009/02/trip-to-rum-bar.html' title='A Trip to Rum Bar'/><author><name>Jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05014418098325075286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5081813425123013673.post-6341798356710021808</id><published>2009-02-01T18:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-01T18:59:24.621-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Random thoughts</title><content type='html'>I really enjoyed &lt;a href="http://warner.blogs.nytimes.com/2009/01/29/at-a-journalism-conference-a-c/?ref=opinion"&gt;this article &lt;/a&gt;by Judith Warner (one of my favorite opinion columnists) on myths about teenagers. The main idea is that, no, teenagers are not having rampant sex. Nor are overscheduled or overmedicated (mostly). I am so glad she wrote this column, although I wish it had come in conjunction with a major pseudo teen scandal so it could get more attention. I have failed to find any "overscheduled children" among any demographic of youth that I have had contact with in the past several years (yes, even the well-to-do). And sexual behavior among teens has been on a decline for many years now. What bothers me about these myths is, not only are they not true, they are also usually built around fears of the upper middle class, despite the fact that the issue being discussed (sex, health, and stress) are more likely to be experienced by the lower class. So we end up ignoring real problems in favor of fabricated ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enough said. Anyway, updates. I am currently reading through the transcripts from my interviews. I am somewhat shocked by the number of interviews I conducted, in part because I can barely remember my time there. I do remember the participants and interviews themselves, but the rest of my experience there is hazy...like a bad dream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of bad dreams: Last night I dreamed that I was rejected from the postdoc that I am really hoping to get. This may have something to do with the slice of pizza I ate at 1 am, after getting home from drinking and dancing at Silk City.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lastly, I am super excited for two upcoming vacations. Alison &amp;amp; I are going to the Poconos in two weeks to do some snowboarding (yay!), courtesy of a Christmas gift from my parents. And then in March, we are going to Miami for Alison's 30th birthday. Neither of us have ever been, and we haven't ever done a "tropical"-type vacation. We are really, really excited. If you've been, feel free to send recommendations!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5081813425123013673-6341798356710021808?l=jessgrad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jessgrad.blogspot.com/feeds/6341798356710021808/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5081813425123013673&amp;postID=6341798356710021808' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5081813425123013673/posts/default/6341798356710021808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5081813425123013673/posts/default/6341798356710021808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessgrad.blogspot.com/2009/02/random-thoughts.html' title='Random thoughts'/><author><name>Jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05014418098325075286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5081813425123013673.post-3337055852772951296</id><published>2009-01-28T06:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-28T06:26:52.543-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sick</title><content type='html'>The NY Times profiles a food-invention called &lt;a href="http://www.nytimes.com/2009/01/28/dining/28bacon.html?_r=1&amp;amp;em"&gt;the bacon explosion&lt;/a&gt;. Gross. And yet...oddly appealing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0svXnGa8bY0/SYBquzQqKGI/AAAAAAAAAAM/dA6ktifRD9o/s1600-h/bacon650.33.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 178px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0svXnGa8bY0/SYBquzQqKGI/AAAAAAAAAAM/dA6ktifRD9o/s320/bacon650.33.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296350514054309986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news, I'm in Chapel Hill, visiting friends, meeting with my advisors, and waiting for two paper rejections. Good times. I had a scary meeting with one of my co-chairs about my timeline for finishing this year. Fear is a great motivator, and I am afraid. I have no idea how I'm going to get this all done. I'm also waiting for word from postdocs I have applied to. After all, I do not want to finish with nothing waiting for me except a job application to Starbucks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5081813425123013673-3337055852772951296?l=jessgrad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jessgrad.blogspot.com/feeds/3337055852772951296/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5081813425123013673&amp;postID=3337055852772951296' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5081813425123013673/posts/default/3337055852772951296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5081813425123013673/posts/default/3337055852772951296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessgrad.blogspot.com/2009/01/sick.html' title='Sick'/><author><name>Jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05014418098325075286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0svXnGa8bY0/SYBquzQqKGI/AAAAAAAAAAM/dA6ktifRD9o/s72-c/bacon650.33.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5081813425123013673.post-572457082956109120</id><published>2009-01-22T06:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-22T07:11:09.489-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sociology in the News...and after a hiatus</title><content type='html'>It's been a while, but here are some recent news gems that have featured sociologists:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. &lt;a href="http://living.oneindia.in/relationship/love-and-romance/2009/puppy-love-long-term-relationship-210109.html"&gt;You shouldn't settle down with your first love?&lt;/a&gt; (Ooops! My bad.) British sociologists argue that "puppy love" doesn't set the stage for long-term happiness. I am unclear whether their definition of puppy love is simply the fact of being in a first long-term relationship, or whether they had some other measure of attitudes and dispositions. Sounds fishy to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.  &lt;a href="http://www.courant.com/hcu-la-crowdsinaug-0120,0,244731.story"&gt;Sociologists measure crowds!&lt;/a&gt; Clark McPhail metaphorically rains on Obama's parade--the crowd may have been a paltry million.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. &lt;a href="http://www.news.wisc.edu/16163"&gt;Maybe the NSF will fund me now.&lt;/a&gt; A sociologist was appointed to the second-ranking NSF spot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. &lt;a href="http://www.pioneerlocal.com/elmwoodpark/lifestyles/food/1386151,pp-finedoc-011909-s1.article"&gt;My favorite combination.&lt;/a&gt; Sociologist Gary Alan Fine wrote a book about food. Sociology and food...what could be better? Gary Alan Fine, by the way, has a food blog (a man after my own heart). And it's called...&lt;a href="http://www.vealcheeks.blogspot.com/"&gt;Veal Cheeks&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. &lt;a href="http://www.washingtonpost.com/wp-dyn/content/article/2009/01/18/AR2009011802323.html"&gt;Why do real liberals live in Carrboro and pseudo-liberals live in Chapel Hill? &lt;/a&gt;That's right, social networks. Sociologists love them because they explain damn near anything.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5081813425123013673-572457082956109120?l=jessgrad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jessgrad.blogspot.com/feeds/572457082956109120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5081813425123013673&amp;postID=572457082956109120' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5081813425123013673/posts/default/572457082956109120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5081813425123013673/posts/default/572457082956109120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessgrad.blogspot.com/2009/01/sociology-in-newsand-after-hiatus.html' title='Sociology in the News...and after a hiatus'/><author><name>Jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05014418098325075286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5081813425123013673.post-2096913684283163359</id><published>2009-01-18T08:18:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-18T08:29:52.792-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Countdown to Facebook</title><content type='html'>First of all, hello to the five of you who actually read this site. Sorry I stopped posting--I was out of town, visiting lovely Boston and Ann Arbor. Despite the cold, I enjoyed the weather in both cities, because I miss the snow. And there was no lack of snow at either location.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second: No, I am not yet on Facebook. And yes, I have read &lt;a href="http://www.slate.com/id/2208678/"&gt;this article &lt;/a&gt;on why I should join. I am even convinced of the utility of joining--more from the persuasive arguments of Jennie and Elana than from a Slate journalist, but the points are largely the same. So why am I not on yet? I initially declined joining facebook because of some qualms about privacy. These have largely been solved by the smart folks who run Facebook. But only recently (in the last month or so) have I become aware of these changes. And over this same month, I have found myself both busier and more susceptible to the lure of procrastination. As paper and post-doc application deadlines approach, I have become a more avid reader of the many political, sociological, and food-related blogs on my growing favorites list. Not to mention the NY Times, the Daily Beast, Huffington Post, and the New Republic. It's bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here's the thing. I fully plan to join Facebook. And I hope that all of you (yes, the five of you) will deign to be my friend once I finally enter into the 21st century. However, I have told myself that I am not allowed to create another procrastination tool until I actually secure a job or (more likely) a post-doc for next year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yes, I know that I can log off of facebook and say no to the hours of procrastination it affords. But who am I kidding? I won't.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5081813425123013673-2096913684283163359?l=jessgrad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jessgrad.blogspot.com/feeds/2096913684283163359/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5081813425123013673&amp;postID=2096913684283163359' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5081813425123013673/posts/default/2096913684283163359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5081813425123013673/posts/default/2096913684283163359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessgrad.blogspot.com/2009/01/countdown-to-facebook.html' title='Countdown to Facebook'/><author><name>Jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05014418098325075286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5081813425123013673.post-8912021935312042315</id><published>2009-01-09T06:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-09T06:52:12.501-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm going to China!</title><content type='html'>A paper that I am writing with JD was just accepted to the International Sociological Association's RC-28 Spring meeting in Beijing. I'm psyched. Not only is going to Beijing awesome, but I will be able to visit my good friend Michelle. Yay. Also, this redeems (hopefully!) my previous disappointment over a trip to China. I was all prepared to visit Dani in Nanjing in 2002--I had the airline ticket and Visa ready to go. And then the Iraq war started. And then SARS hit. And my mom guilt-tripped me into not going. For which I was eternally bitter...until now. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5081813425123013673-8912021935312042315?l=jessgrad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jessgrad.blogspot.com/feeds/8912021935312042315/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5081813425123013673&amp;postID=8912021935312042315' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5081813425123013673/posts/default/8912021935312042315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5081813425123013673/posts/default/8912021935312042315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessgrad.blogspot.com/2009/01/im-going-to-china.html' title='I&apos;m going to China!'/><author><name>Jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05014418098325075286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5081813425123013673.post-6312400429434348590</id><published>2009-01-08T10:45:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-08T11:09:57.416-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rick Warren, Part Deux</title><content type='html'>Picking Rick Warren was never a good idea, but apparently it was a &lt;em&gt;terrible&lt;/em&gt; idea. Not only is Rick "I have gay friends" Warren a homophobic minister, he is also hurting rather than helping the movement to reduce AIDS in Africa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.thedailybeast.com/blogs-and-stories/2009-01-07/the-truth-about-rick-warren-in-africa/"&gt;This &lt;/a&gt;article, at the Daily Beast, covers the basics of Warren's involvement in Uganda (as does an earlier blog post &lt;a href="http://www.rhrealitycheck.org/blog/2008/12/19/untold-consequences-rick-warrens-aids-activism"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;). In brief, he is linked to people in Uganda who have crusaded against the use of condoms by burning condoms in effigy, limiting the importation of condoms into the country, and teaching secondary school students that condoms contain small openings through which HIV can spread. Lovely.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5081813425123013673-6312400429434348590?l=jessgrad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jessgrad.blogspot.com/feeds/6312400429434348590/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5081813425123013673&amp;postID=6312400429434348590' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5081813425123013673/posts/default/6312400429434348590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5081813425123013673/posts/default/6312400429434348590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessgrad.blogspot.com/2009/01/rick-warren-part-deux.html' title='Rick Warren, Part Deux'/><author><name>Jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05014418098325075286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5081813425123013673.post-2645621921840918979</id><published>2009-01-06T14:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-06T14:59:19.254-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Congrats, Sanjay!</title><content type='html'>WashPo &lt;a href="http://voices.washingtonpost.com/the-trail/2009/01/06/obama_wants_journalist_for_sur.html?hpid=topnews"&gt;reports &lt;/a&gt;that Sanjay Gupta will likely be the next Surgeon General. Yay!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5081813425123013673-2645621921840918979?l=jessgrad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jessgrad.blogspot.com/feeds/2645621921840918979/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5081813425123013673&amp;postID=2645621921840918979' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5081813425123013673/posts/default/2645621921840918979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5081813425123013673/posts/default/2645621921840918979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessgrad.blogspot.com/2009/01/congrats-sanjay.html' title='Congrats, Sanjay!'/><author><name>Jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05014418098325075286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5081813425123013673.post-8635815154401767712</id><published>2009-01-06T13:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-06T13:31:34.818-08:00</updated><title type='text'>2009</title><content type='html'>I made two resolutions this year (two more than usual--I'm not really into "self-help"):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Eat more slowly&lt;br /&gt;2. Use all available food in my fridge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alison and I made resolution #1 together. We both eat too fast, and consequently, too much. We decided it would be healthier and less fattening if we made an effort to eat at a leisurely pace. So far, Alison says I am doing better with this resolution than she is. This is probably true. I think about it more often. Plus, I always have water with me (it's a compulsion), so I drink water to slow myself down. I also talk more, so that slows down the process. It's a little ridiculous to have to use tricks in order to avoid eating too quickly, of course, but it works. The only problem with the resolution is that I don't eat less. I tell myself that if I was eating faster, I wouldn't notice how full I was anyway, so I should just go ahead and eat more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Resolution #2 is something I have been trying to do since the Fall, so I thought I would make it official. This is part of the reason for the "mini-bruschetta" endeavor. I decided sometime in October that I wanted to make a conscious effort to avoid wasting food, and I also wanted to experiment with recipes more. This led to a change in the way I plan for meals. Rather than thinking about what I want to eat and then going out to buy groceries for it, I look through my current food, and then figure out an interesting meal that would use up as many of the fresh ingredients I have. For example, we have leftover parmesan, onion, baby spinach, carrots, tomatoes, cracked wheat bread, and pasta sauce, so I am making penne with a side salad and bread tonight. That's a boring example, but you get the idea.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5081813425123013673-8635815154401767712?l=jessgrad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jessgrad.blogspot.com/feeds/8635815154401767712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5081813425123013673&amp;postID=8635815154401767712' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5081813425123013673/posts/default/8635815154401767712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5081813425123013673/posts/default/8635815154401767712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessgrad.blogspot.com/2009/01/2009.html' title='2009'/><author><name>Jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05014418098325075286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5081813425123013673.post-1434760399534628267</id><published>2009-01-04T18:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-22T07:12:02.287-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hm.</title><content type='html'>To do, in the next week:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. &lt;del&gt;Finish table of variables for NIH proposal&lt;/del&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. &lt;del&gt;Review paper for journal (deadline already passed--oops!)&lt;/del&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. &lt;del&gt;Write data section of NIH proposal&lt;/del&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. &lt;del&gt;Heavily edit dissertation chapter for submission to ASA&lt;/del&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. &lt;del&gt;Re-frame/edit other paper for submission to ASA&lt;/del&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Heavily edit cohabitation paper &amp;amp; construct tables&lt;br /&gt;7. &lt;del&gt;Read at least one paper for each of @16 faculty members I'm supposed to meet with next week&lt;/del&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. &lt;del&gt;Write results section for LCA paper&lt;/del&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...All before I pack for my interviews and get on a plane next Sunday. Sleep is optional, yes?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before going back to work, a few updates:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-I recommend reading &lt;a href="http://www.nytimes.com/2009/01/04/opinion/04lewiseinhorn.html?em"&gt;this &lt;/a&gt;article from the New York Times, on the missed signals of the Madoff scandal.&lt;br /&gt;-I made a potato, cheese, and bacon soup tonight. It was so yummy. Food makes everything better.&lt;br /&gt;-I've only been able to watch a few college basketball games so far this year. So what happens the very first time I catch a UNC game? They lose. Boo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5081813425123013673-1434760399534628267?l=jessgrad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jessgrad.blogspot.com/feeds/1434760399534628267/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5081813425123013673&amp;postID=1434760399534628267' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5081813425123013673/posts/default/1434760399534628267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5081813425123013673/posts/default/1434760399534628267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessgrad.blogspot.com/2009/01/hm.html' title='Hm.'/><author><name>Jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05014418098325075286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5081813425123013673.post-6186135687743063956</id><published>2009-01-01T18:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-01T19:38:30.289-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy New Year!</title><content type='html'>Here's hoping that 2009 is a much better year than 2008!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alison and I have had an excellent post-Christmas and New Years. I returned to Philadelphia on the 28th, and then we headed to New York on the 30th. We stayed at Jennie's for the night. Since Jennie was out of town (boo), we enjoyed the comfort of her awesome Tempur-Pedic bed (yay). We went to an Alvin Ailey performance, which is our Christmas tradition. For the first time, we did not choose a night in which they performed Revelations (their signature piece). It seemed incomplete without it, but it was great to see three completely new pieces. I thought Suite Otis was too short, but I had a great time, as always.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After Alvin Ailey, we went to eat dinner at &lt;a href="http://altarestaurant.com/"&gt;Alta&lt;/a&gt;, a fabulous tapas restaurant in the village. We have been before, and wanted to go back again. We had grilled quail &amp;amp; spaghetti squash, flatbread with mushrooms &amp;amp; ricotta, chorizo-wrapped shrimp, and pork belly. It was excellent. I have no idea why I wasted more than 10 years of my life not eating pork. But I am well on my way to making up for it. After dinner, we went to &lt;a href="http://www.chikalicious.com/"&gt;ChikaLicious&lt;/a&gt;, our favorite dessert spot in the city--in addition to amazing food, the owner (Chika Tillman) is adorable. Unfortunately, the main dessert bar was closed, but ChikaLicious Puddin' was open across the street. They were out of their cupcakes (boo), so we shared a bread pudding and an adult chocolate pudding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day, we just had time to grab brunch with Jen &amp;amp; Andrea at &lt;a href="http://cherylsglobalsoul.com/"&gt;Cheryl's &lt;/a&gt;in Brooklyn. Then we headed back to Philadelphia to celebrate New Year's Eve. This was the first year in a while that we have not celebrated New Years with friends in NYC. But we had a great time anyway. We made guacamole with pieces of pear, grapes and pomegranate seeds (we were dubious too, but it was great). We also made sausage-stuffed mushrooms and what Alison has dubbed our "mini-bruschettas". I think they are better called "pizza bruschettas," since bruschetta is mini by definition. I came up with them when trying to make a point to Alison that stale bread could be useful for a great many culinary delights. The recipe is at the end of the post, in case you would like to try it out yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today we ate breakfast, drank mimosas, played trivial pursuit, demolished the remaining bruschetta &amp;amp; guacamole, baked cookies (and ate them), and gave the cat a bath. Now it's back to work as usual.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Mini Bruschettas"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1/2 lb mozzarella, diced&lt;br /&gt;2 vine tomatoes, diced&lt;br /&gt;2 cloves garlic, pressed&lt;br /&gt;fresh basil, chopped (to taste)&lt;br /&gt;a pinch of sea salt&lt;br /&gt;a dash of olive oil (maybe 1/2 tbsp)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 1 french baguette, cut into 1/2" slices (best if stale)&lt;br /&gt;balsamic vinegar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Preheat oven to 350&lt;br /&gt;2. Mix the first six items together in a bowl. They can be covered and stored for 1-2 days if not used all at once.&lt;br /&gt;3. Pour a little balsamic vinegar in a bowl (@2 tbsp)&lt;br /&gt;4. Slice the bread and lay flat on a baking sheet (if there are remaining pices of bread you don't want to use, they can be frozen in a freezer bag).&lt;br /&gt;5. Spoon topping onto bread--basically as much topping as will fit.&lt;br /&gt;6. After each bread has topping, spoon a small amount of balsamic vinegar on each, to taste.&lt;br /&gt;7. Put in oven until cheese is melted (@8 minutes)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Voila! Best eaten with white wine :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5081813425123013673-6186135687743063956?l=jessgrad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jessgrad.blogspot.com/feeds/6186135687743063956/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5081813425123013673&amp;postID=6186135687743063956' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5081813425123013673/posts/default/6186135687743063956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5081813425123013673/posts/default/6186135687743063956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessgrad.blogspot.com/2009/01/happy-new-year.html' title='Happy New Year!'/><author><name>Jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05014418098325075286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5081813425123013673.post-7943650560955520313</id><published>2008-12-27T07:01:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-27T07:59:40.074-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Notes from a spoiled Christmas</title><content type='html'>...And I don't mean spoiled as in bad, either. Yes, I am an only child.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caveat: My family does BIG Christmases. I'm not really sure where it came from. My mother says it's what her parents did, so maybe that's it. And my grandfather used to pay for Christmas when I was little, so it was easier for my parents to just buy a lot. Then when he died, they felt bad about cutting back (no complaints here). In my defense, many of my friends have received money, generous donations of cars or furniture, and help with rent over the years. My parents aren't really into that. They like giving presents more than money or useful things, because it's a lot more fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, anyway, I got a snowboard. Which I am super excited about. Alison and I are going to the Poconos in February, and now I don't need to rent a board &amp;amp; boots. Very exciting. I also received an awesome cookbook, black puffy winter coat, and running clothes. Good times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news, I am trying to get back to work but finding it difficult--made worse by my parents' new Wii. Also, I finished "The Kite Runner" yesterday. It was an excellent book, and probably the last fiction book I'll have time to read for a while.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5081813425123013673-7943650560955520313?l=jessgrad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jessgrad.blogspot.com/feeds/7943650560955520313/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5081813425123013673&amp;postID=7943650560955520313' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5081813425123013673/posts/default/7943650560955520313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5081813425123013673/posts/default/7943650560955520313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessgrad.blogspot.com/2008/12/notes-from-spoiled-christmas.html' title='Notes from a spoiled Christmas'/><author><name>Jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05014418098325075286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5081813425123013673.post-2396990234359596483</id><published>2008-12-24T06:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-24T06:21:10.610-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Holidays, Friends!</title><content type='html'>As I do every year, I am taking this opportunity to eat lots of awesomely bad (but great) food, play board games with my parents, give and receive gifts, and watch terrible Christmas movies with thinly veiled "life lessons." Good times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Merry Christmas--if, you know, you're into that sort of thing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5081813425123013673-2396990234359596483?l=jessgrad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jessgrad.blogspot.com/feeds/2396990234359596483/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5081813425123013673&amp;postID=2396990234359596483' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5081813425123013673/posts/default/2396990234359596483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5081813425123013673/posts/default/2396990234359596483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessgrad.blogspot.com/2008/12/happy-holidays-friends.html' title='Happy Holidays, Friends!'/><author><name>Jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05014418098325075286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5081813425123013673.post-4689951951942252517</id><published>2008-12-21T13:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-21T13:25:09.197-08:00</updated><title type='text'>O-HI-O</title><content type='html'>So here I am, home for the holidays (Christmas, since we're all lapsed Catholics). Ohio is...cold. But it's nice to be with my parents. Unfortunately, I'm spending a lot of time working, which my stepmother is trying to not-so-subtly subvert. It's cute, actually. She thinks I work too much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I drove to Ohio because we cannot have friends look after our cat--at age 18, she requires three pills a day and thrice weekly injections of subcutaneous fluids. Alison and I are practically vet techs at this point. I listened to NPR for most of the way, and I caught &lt;a href="http://www.npr.org/templates/story/story.php?storyId=98482724"&gt;this &lt;/a&gt;gem. Now, I'm not usually interested in prodigies, and I'm not a big sucker for the "cute kid" gimmick. But Ethan Bortnick is really something special. Listen to the interview--a transcript will not do it justice.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5081813425123013673-4689951951942252517?l=jessgrad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jessgrad.blogspot.com/feeds/4689951951942252517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5081813425123013673&amp;postID=4689951951942252517' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5081813425123013673/posts/default/4689951951942252517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5081813425123013673/posts/default/4689951951942252517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessgrad.blogspot.com/2008/12/o-hi-o.html' title='O-HI-O'/><author><name>Jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05014418098325075286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5081813425123013673.post-397578361774750005</id><published>2008-12-19T07:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-19T11:05:16.498-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I am not your "gay friend"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;As everyone has heard by now, Rick Warren was chosen to give the invocation at Obama's inauguration. I am wavering between outrage and resignation. On the one hand, Rick Warren has said some terrible things about abortion, gays, and other religions. On the other, it is smart for Obama to win points with the religious right. In an attempt to make a decision on this, I googled the pastor to find the original sources of the quotes people have attributed to him. Instead, I stumbled across an interview in which he claimed to not be homophobic, because he had gay friends whose house he had recently visited.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah, the "gay friend." Little step-sister to the "black friend." Or the "disabled friend."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is the thing. I am not your "gay friend." If you need to take me out of your diversity wallet to defend yourself against the spector of homophobia, then I was never your friend to begin with. Talking about your "gay friend" immediately negates any friendship you thought you had.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) You had to defend yourself against homophobia in the first place, and could not do so on its own merits. Being friendly is not a defense. Friendly people can be homophobic, and rude people can be accepting of different sexual orientations. Nice does not equal good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) If you think of me as your "gay friend"--the feather in your tolerance cap--then that is all I am to you. You feel better each time you are nice to me, the way you feel better when you give food to the homeless. That's not friendship. That's pity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) You are not my friend anyway. Newsflash: Gay people know the difference between "friends" and friends. I know whether you like me because I make you feel tolerant and good, or whether you like me because you think I'm fun to hang out with. I can be nice too--but I won't call you my "evangelical friend."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the end, it comes down to the meaning of friendship. You are my friend if you enjoy being in my company, and I enjoy being in yours. You are my friend if you are happy for me when something good happens, and if you comfort me when I am sad. I am your friend in the same ways. Friendship does not require approval of everything I do. We can get irritated with one another and still be friends. But friendship does require a partnership of equals, respect, and understanding. And that is something that any would-be-tolerant people and their "gay friends" do not have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;*P.S.: I realize that my readership is pretty limited to my close friends, so this probably doesn't apply to you. But it needed to be said. Also, this doesn't mean that talking about your gay friend is bad. Just not to defend yourself against a charge of homophobia. If you really aren't homophobic, you can do that on your own.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5081813425123013673-397578361774750005?l=jessgrad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jessgrad.blogspot.com/feeds/397578361774750005/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5081813425123013673&amp;postID=397578361774750005' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5081813425123013673/posts/default/397578361774750005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5081813425123013673/posts/default/397578361774750005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessgrad.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-am-not-your-gay-friend.html' title='I am not your &quot;gay friend&quot;'/><author><name>Jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05014418098325075286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5081813425123013673.post-7166235412959641662</id><published>2008-12-16T20:12:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-16T20:15:25.557-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Addendum</title><content type='html'>To my last post--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Alison has the flu. While not a good thing, I am happy it was not my cooking that made her sick. Whew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) I read &lt;a href="http://nymag.com/news/features/52450/"&gt;this article &lt;/a&gt;at the gym, and I had to add it to the "sociologists in the news" list. It is about whether people in cities are more lonely (bottom line, they're not). I loved reading this--the author quoted many prominent sociologists, and she concluded that living in a city like New York is actually good for people. Yay.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5081813425123013673-7166235412959641662?l=jessgrad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jessgrad.blogspot.com/feeds/7166235412959641662/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5081813425123013673&amp;postID=7166235412959641662' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5081813425123013673/posts/default/7166235412959641662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5081813425123013673/posts/default/7166235412959641662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessgrad.blogspot.com/2008/12/addendum.html' title='Addendum'/><author><name>Jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05014418098325075286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5081813425123013673.post-7166656511028580283</id><published>2008-12-16T07:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-16T07:39:55.115-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cooking &amp; Sociologists in the News</title><content type='html'>For the first time in many months, I have had an excellent week. So I celebrated last night by cooking dinner. I am not as good of a cook as a baker, but I think I did a good job. I made honey-roasted root vegetables and homemade pita and curried hummos. The dinner was great, if I may say so myself. Unfortunately, my wife ended up being ill all night with either a stomach flu or food poisoning, so I cannot claim complete success. I am worried that the veggies are the culprit. But I don't want to throw them out, because they were so tasty (and I did not get sick).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On to "Sociologists in the News..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.chicagotribune.com/news/columnists/chi-trice-15-dec15,0,3708056.column"&gt;Racial Identity and Social Context&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A very timely topic for the Chapel Hill folks--sociologists find that outsider perceptions of racial identity are affected by contextual information such as incarceration and job loss. These attributes increase the likelihood that an interviewer will identify an individual as Black, and this has become more true in recent years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.healthnewsdigest.com/news/Family_Health_210/Does_Keeping_The_Faith_Improve_Health_Outcomes.shtml"&gt;Religion Makes You Healthy&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The findings of this study are not shocking. In fact, my primary comment for this article is "when are media outlets going to stop reporting on this topic?" It is not that I disagree with the premise, or that I think it should not be reported at all. It's just that the religion-health link appears to be one of the most reported findings from sociological work. We get it, already! There is more to sociology.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mailtribune.com/apps/pbcs.dll/article?AID=/20081212/BIZ/812120310"&gt;Demographers Rock!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The article is about a possible reduction in fertility and not the obvious fact that demographers are awesome. But I thought I would put in my two cents... Anyway, point is, people have fewer babies when they're worried about their pocketbook.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.reuters.com/article/healthNews/idUSTRE4B956F20081210"&gt;Families Matter&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Using Add Health (yay!), a Penn State sociologist finds that family lifestyle affects obesity as much as genetics do.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5081813425123013673-7166656511028580283?l=jessgrad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jessgrad.blogspot.com/feeds/7166656511028580283/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5081813425123013673&amp;postID=7166656511028580283' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5081813425123013673/posts/default/7166656511028580283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5081813425123013673/posts/default/7166656511028580283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessgrad.blogspot.com/2008/12/cooking-sociologists-in-news.html' title='Cooking &amp; Sociologists in the News'/><author><name>Jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05014418098325075286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5081813425123013673.post-433542070836152664</id><published>2008-12-13T12:19:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T12:36:02.332-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oooh, Fun!</title><content type='html'>So over at Scatterplot, there is an interesting discussion about which &lt;a href="http://scatter.wordpress.com/2008/12/11/confess/"&gt;books people have not read&lt;/a&gt;. The more central to one's discipline, the better. Or if we're talking fiction, the more heralded, the better. Here are mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sociology/Nonfiction&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Consequences of Modernity (Giddens)&lt;br /&gt;Anything by Marx (I have tried, many times over. I finally gave up during comp exams time and just read every description of Marx's theory I could find).&lt;br /&gt;The Second Shift (Hochschild)&lt;br /&gt;Of Human Bonding: Parent-Child Relations... (Rossi &amp;amp; Rossi)&lt;br /&gt;Bowling Alone&lt;br /&gt;Democracy in America&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Fiction&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Catcher in the Rye&lt;br /&gt;The Canterbury Tales&lt;br /&gt;Atlas Shrugged&lt;br /&gt;For Whom the Bell Tolls&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although apparently many people have never read One Hundred Years of Solitude, which is one of my all-time favorite novels, so I do feel a little redeemed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5081813425123013673-433542070836152664?l=jessgrad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jessgrad.blogspot.com/feeds/433542070836152664/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5081813425123013673&amp;postID=433542070836152664' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5081813425123013673/posts/default/433542070836152664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5081813425123013673/posts/default/433542070836152664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessgrad.blogspot.com/2008/12/oooh-fun.html' title='Oooh, Fun!'/><author><name>Jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05014418098325075286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5081813425123013673.post-9063695191021485031</id><published>2008-12-11T16:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T16:48:27.117-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A few thoughts</title><content type='html'>I am returning to Philadelphia tomorrow. I had a great time here, but am homesick for Alison, my cat, my apartment, and walking as the primary mode of transportation. So all in all, I am looking forward to going back. The drive...not so much. But it will be okay. I'm used to long drives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, some (maybe) interesting things:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sad&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A.O. Scott reviewed &lt;em&gt;Wendy and Lucy&lt;/em&gt; and had this to say (among other things): "'Wendy and Lucy' is rated R (Under 17 requires accompanying parent or adult guardian). It has some swearing, a little drug use and a brief implication of violence, but no nudity, sex or murder. The rating seems to reflect, above all, an impulse to protect children from learning that people are lonely and that life can be hard." --I found this really disheartening. It's okay for adolescents to discover that life is hard. I think they probably know anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;More does not equal too much&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.nytimes.com/2008/12/10/business/economy/10leonhardt.html?_r=1&amp;amp;em"&gt;This article&lt;/a&gt; dispels some of the myth around auto workers' salaries (it was also reported earlier by &lt;a href="http://mediamatters.org/items/200811220004"&gt;Media Matters&lt;/a&gt;). One additional point: just because workers in American auto plants make more than workers at foreign plants, it does not mean they necessarily make too much. Maybe the rest of us don't make enough...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Crushes&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since Alison has been posting her "crush of the week", I thought I would post a list of my crushes. They are in no particular order, because my preferences change day to day:&lt;br /&gt;   -Tina Fey&lt;br /&gt;   -Amy Poehler&lt;br /&gt;   -Campbell Brown&lt;br /&gt;   -Roselyn Sanchez&lt;br /&gt;   -Rachel Maddow&lt;br /&gt;   -Seth Meyers&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5081813425123013673-9063695191021485031?l=jessgrad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jessgrad.blogspot.com/feeds/9063695191021485031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5081813425123013673&amp;postID=9063695191021485031' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5081813425123013673/posts/default/9063695191021485031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5081813425123013673/posts/default/9063695191021485031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessgrad.blogspot.com/2008/12/few-thoughts.html' title='A few thoughts'/><author><name>Jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05014418098325075286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5081813425123013673.post-3919089196850543510</id><published>2008-12-09T08:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T15:20:50.607-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jobs</title><content type='html'>I had intended to write about the need for equal job creation for men and women, inspired largely by Philip Cohen's post on this issue, but &lt;a href="http://www.nytimes.com/2008/12/09/opinion/09hirshman.html"&gt;Linda Hirshman&lt;/a&gt; beat me to it. My point was initially similar to theirs--Obama's job creation plans are concentrated in sectors that traditionally employ men (engineering, construction, etc.), thus leaving women out of luck. So should the new government think about women, too?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As reported in the &lt;a href="http://www.nytimes.com/2008/12/06/business/economy/06jobs.html?pagewanted=2&amp;amp;sq=jobs&amp;amp;st=cse&amp;amp;scp=7"&gt;NY Times&lt;/a&gt;, job losses primarily affected those in manufacturing, construction, retailing, financial services, hotel and restaurant work, as well as temporary workers. Some of these are "male" jobs (manufacturing and construction), but many disproportionately affect women--particularly service sector jobs. Therefore, we might expect women to be losing jobs at a similar or even increased rate than men in the present downturn. However, the same article also lists the sectors in which employment is growing--areas such as health care, which disproportionately employs women. So maybe women are not really losing jobs, so much as moving to new jobs. Employment statistics suggest this is the case: men's unemployment has grown from 5.3 to 6.3 in the last three months (here I am looking at the seasonably adjusted rates for 20+ males), while women's unemployment has grown from 4.6 to 5.3. This is not changed by looking at labor force non-participation, either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So is focusing on men's jobs more important? I would argue, along with Philip and Linda Hirshman, that we still need to consider women's employment. Most importantly, when we consider the impact of joblessness on children, women's employment becomes much more important. Men may be nearly 20% more likely to be unemployed than women, but children are about 10 times more likely to live with only their mothers than only their fathers. So mother's employment means a lot more in terms of family well-being.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What kinds of government initiatives could be instituted to support women? I can think of three: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;First&lt;/span&gt;, the government could couple Obama's interest in pre-kindergarten education with a job creation program, funding both educational initiatives for young children and job training to employ educators in these positions. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Second&lt;/span&gt;, the federal government can create incentives to state and local governments as well as companies to provide on-site childcare for parents, thus making it easier for women to work and creating jobs in childcare. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Third&lt;/span&gt;, legislation designed to fund retraining programs for unemployed workers should create specific plans to open traditionally "male jobs" to women, by training women to be able to work in these areas and by creating incentives for managers to hire women.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, that is, if anyone were asking me... :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5081813425123013673-3919089196850543510?l=jessgrad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jessgrad.blogspot.com/feeds/3919089196850543510/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5081813425123013673&amp;postID=3919089196850543510' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5081813425123013673/posts/default/3919089196850543510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5081813425123013673/posts/default/3919089196850543510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessgrad.blogspot.com/2008/12/jobs.html' title='Jobs'/><author><name>Jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05014418098325075286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5081813425123013673.post-7185200887923427772</id><published>2008-12-08T18:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T19:03:44.425-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sociologists in the news...</title><content type='html'>I have decided to try a new weekly segment of interesting news stories that either write about sociology for a mass audience, are written by a sociologist, or make reference to sociologists who are doing interesting research. So here it goes...in the news this week:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. &lt;a href="http://www.latimes.com/news/science/la-sci-happy5-2008dec05,0,5056607.story"&gt;Happiness is...a virus&lt;/a&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;Researchers at Harvard and UC San Diego find that if people in your social network are happy, you are more likely to be happy as well. This works particularly well through friends and neighbors, but less so through family members. This research was also profiled on the Today Show last week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. &lt;a href="http://www.latimes.com/news/opinion/la-oe-cutler6-2008dec06,0,301245.story"&gt;Automakers, Unions, and Competition&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was written by a sociologist at Wesleyan. Cutler argues that the failure of unions to organize companies at the manufacturing plants of foreign vehicles has contributed to the current crisis. Certainly, unionization could be a positive step for workers in the U.S. But I am uncomfortable with the blame for these crises being placed on workers, when their pay comprises a relatively small fraction of the total budget.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. &lt;a href="http://www.happynews.com/news/1262008/americans%20pray%20lot.htm"&gt;Religion&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://blog.christianitytoday.com/outofur/archives/2008/12/megachurch_misi.html"&gt;Religion&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.advance.uconn.edu/2008/081208/08120810.htm"&gt;Religion&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, sociologist Wendy Cadge tells us that some people pray for parking spaces (Say it like Amy &amp;amp; Seth--Really? Really!) Then, Mark Chavez sings (or maybe writes) the praises (heh--get it?) of the mega-church. Finally, Dashefsky shows that interfaith Christian-Jewish married partners were more observant of Jewish religious traditions than non-interfaith couples. Go figure.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5081813425123013673-7185200887923427772?l=jessgrad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jessgrad.blogspot.com/feeds/7185200887923427772/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5081813425123013673&amp;postID=7185200887923427772' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5081813425123013673/posts/default/7185200887923427772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5081813425123013673/posts/default/7185200887923427772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessgrad.blogspot.com/2008/12/sociologists-in-news.html' title='Sociologists in the news...'/><author><name>Jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05014418098325075286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5081813425123013673.post-7206266311527873900</id><published>2008-12-07T09:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-07T09:48:48.220-08:00</updated><title type='text'>North Carolina</title><content type='html'>Yesterday I drove down to North Carolina for the week, to meet with my advisors, collaborators, and friends. And to attend three holiday parties. Why not get some free food while I'm at it, after all? The drive to NC was long but uneventful. The most exciting part of my drive occurred in DC in which I had my possibly dorkiest moment ever, listening to cspan radio. I didn't even know cspan radio existed. But it does. And I was able to listen to about an hour and a half (until I drove out of range) of Thursday's congressional hearings with the Detroit automakers. It was really fascinating! What I found particularly interesting was the fact that, despite news reports that seem to lump the three companies in the same boat, they are really quite distinct. I already knew that Ford was doing better than GM &amp;amp; Chrysler. They are only asking for access to money in case they need it, not a direct infusion of cash. I didn't know, though, that Chrysler is a) just waiting for someone to buy them up or merge with them--the bailout would just make them "more marriageable" as one senator put it and b) they are owned by private equity, which could invest in them, but doesn't. Kind of makes the idea of giving them money unappealing, no? GM is the real worry, as they employ so many people and do desperately need cash. I also found out that the automakers spend less than 10% of their money on labor (so the unions claim--rightly, it seems--that they cannot be blamed for the shortage of money), and that an economist named &lt;a href="http://www.economy.com/default.asp"&gt;Moody &lt;/a&gt;estimates that they automakers will need more money eventually, putting the estimated price at somewhere between 75 and 125 billion. Interesting stuff!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to my day...When I arrived in Chapel Hill, I immediately headed to the gym (six hours in a car makes this a necessity). It was a gratifying experience, as I watch unranked Michigan beat sixth ranked Duke in basketball. Since I am no longer living in Chapel Hill, I worried that my basketball interest would wane. But no, I hung around the gym stretching until I saw the final frown on Coach K's face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After this, I headed to my temporary "home" in Chapel Hill to shower and change, and then drove to the department Holiday party, bearing wine. The party was well-attended, and much more enjoyable than I expected. Good job, Sociability Committee (formerly Social Committee, until someone took issue with the adjective "social", saying, "Humans are always social by nature, so it should really be called the sociability committee." Huh?) Anyway, after the Holiday party, I went with Vanesa and her sister, Mel, a friend of Mel's, Anne, and Yingchun to a lesbian bar in Durham called Steel Blue. Sounds like a lady cop dive. But, actually, it was a decent enough club (for Durham--let's be real).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yet...this place did the same thing that the other lesbian club in Durham does--at some point in the night, the club plays a certain song, and 3/4ths of the people get up, go to the dance floor, and start line dancing. Seriously. And it's not even a country song! They play a vaguely hip hop-sounding song. But apparently everyone knows that it is a cue to get up and start shuffling awkwardly, side-to-side. Ohhhh, southern gay bars. How I haven't missed you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5081813425123013673-7206266311527873900?l=jessgrad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jessgrad.blogspot.com/feeds/7206266311527873900/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5081813425123013673&amp;postID=7206266311527873900' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5081813425123013673/posts/default/7206266311527873900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5081813425123013673/posts/default/7206266311527873900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessgrad.blogspot.com/2008/12/north-carolina.html' title='North Carolina'/><author><name>Jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05014418098325075286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5081813425123013673.post-7029903314734712847</id><published>2008-12-04T06:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-15T09:18:55.367-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Baking or blogging</title><content type='html'>...but certainly not dissertating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am getting used to failure. However, I need affirmation from somewhere, and it is certainly not coming from my profession. So here are my plans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Baking&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love to bake. I am not particularly detail-oriented, but I can produce a good cookie. And an excellent lattice-topped pie, as I discovered over Thanksgiving. And as Alison has said, I love the positive reactions I get from baking. Last year I made Valentine's Day heart cookies for people at UNC. They were poppyseed sugar cookies with a clear sugar frosting and candied lemon peel. I am *still* living off the high I got from people's reaction to my candied lemon peel. That's right, I did it myself, bitches!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway, my plan this year is to perfect some recipes of my own. I decided that I would hold off on cookies (except for the near future...more on that in a sec). Instead, I am going to work on cupcakes this winter. Why? Cupcakes are really only one item, rather than cookies which offer unlimited possibilities. And yet, by concentrating on perfecting a cupcake recipe, I can create some interesting combinations of cake &amp;amp; icing. Of course, pre-Christmas, I need to focus on Christmas cookies. I am baking the first batches tomorrow. But starting in January, get ready for the cupcake onslaught!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Blogging&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not good at blogging yet. The best blogs focus on a single topic, but I'm really more of a lazy generalist. I have added the Arianna Huffington blogging book to my amazon.com wishlist.* So maybe I will get some ideas. I do know that she says to blog your passion, but sociology is quickly losing steam for me. I do love baking, but I'm not sure I can bake often enough to blog about it. And I love politics, but there are better sites out there written by people who are paid to blog. I am a mere amateur. So I'm still seeking ideas. Because my life is...well, boring. I need a topic. Or at least a muse!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* I just discovered the most wonderful thing ever: the global amazon.com wishlist. Why did no one tell me sooner? Amazon.com, you are a genius.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. I added a "followers" link to my sidebar, because I have delusions of grandeur. Actually, I was looking for a way to create those "after the jump" links, and came across the followers widget. I'll probably delete it if no one uses it, but I thought I would try it out for now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5081813425123013673-7029903314734712847?l=jessgrad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jessgrad.blogspot.com/feeds/7029903314734712847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5081813425123013673&amp;postID=7029903314734712847' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5081813425123013673/posts/default/7029903314734712847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5081813425123013673/posts/default/7029903314734712847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessgrad.blogspot.com/2008/12/baking-or-blogging.html' title='Baking or blogging'/><author><name>Jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05014418098325075286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5081813425123013673.post-3793932244710745827</id><published>2008-11-30T15:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-30T15:57:28.451-08:00</updated><title type='text'>5 lbs heavier &amp; happier</title><content type='html'>This year, Alison and I held Thanksgiving at our apartment. My parents drove here from Ohio, and we had a very nice dinner at home. It was a relief to not travel for the holiday, and we had a lot of fun cooking Thanksgiving dinner. After three days, we now have only enough leftovers for one more turkey-and-stuffing sandwich each (if you haven't tried this, you are missing out). In the last two weeks, we have consumed (with help), two rounds of stuffing, a huge turkey, two pies, butternut squash-mashed potatoes, a carrot dish, a green beans and mushroom dish, buttermilk rolls, and lots of alcohol. Yum. And we mostly fit through our front door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had two stuffings and two pies because we (well, I) felt the need to test our recipes out ahead of time, in case anything went wrong. They came out beautifully both times, though, so we just ate a lot of amazing food. The stuffing was composed of sourdough bread and italian sausage, along with the requisite vegetables. The pies were triple-cherry: completely homemade, crust included. Alison took a picture, which I will post here when I get it from her. We also found an amazing brochure from Williams-Sonoma with recipes that we used for the veggie dishes and a full checklist of tasks to complete in the two weeks preceding Thanksgiving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, all in all, a good time. I hope you all had a fabulous Thanksgiving as well. It is one of my favorite holidays, because I love food and cooking for others. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5081813425123013673-3793932244710745827?l=jessgrad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jessgrad.blogspot.com/feeds/3793932244710745827/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5081813425123013673&amp;postID=3793932244710745827' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5081813425123013673/posts/default/3793932244710745827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5081813425123013673/posts/default/3793932244710745827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessgrad.blogspot.com/2008/11/5-lbs-heavier-happier.html' title='5 lbs heavier &amp; happier'/><author><name>Jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05014418098325075286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5081813425123013673.post-3907728368555947541</id><published>2008-11-22T06:29:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-22T06:45:03.996-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Madonna!</title><content type='html'>Thursday night, Alison and I saw Madonna in concert from the front row...for the second time. And it was as magical as the very first time. Alison describes our night &lt;a href="http://alisonwchang.blogspot.com/2008/11/crush-of-century.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;. (And if you need a review of our experience at the Confessions Tour, it is &lt;a href="http://jessimicah.blog.friendster.com/2006/07/best-day-ever/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;). Sticky &amp;amp; Sweet, despite the awful name, was an even better tour than Confessions. The only drawback was that it was a bit less dance-centered. But she brought some really cool romanian folk music and dancing into one section, and the old/new song balance was just right. I particularly liked the set-up for Vogue, She's Not Me, Devil Wouldn't Recognize You, and 4 Minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was still in recovery yesterday, but my throat and body feel much better today. We danced and jumped our way through the whole concert (as we found out during our first concert, she gets pissed at her staff if they bring people to the front row who don't dance). Even better, we got these tickets for free. Many, many thanks to Alison's very kind friend!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5081813425123013673-3907728368555947541?l=jessgrad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jessgrad.blogspot.com/feeds/3907728368555947541/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5081813425123013673&amp;postID=3907728368555947541' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5081813425123013673/posts/default/3907728368555947541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5081813425123013673/posts/default/3907728368555947541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessgrad.blogspot.com/2008/11/madonna.html' title='Madonna!'/><author><name>Jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05014418098325075286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5081813425123013673.post-3041278165463123878</id><published>2008-11-20T08:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-20T08:38:24.689-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stupid thieves</title><content type='html'>My parents' house was broken into yesterday by perhaps the stupidest thieves ever. They threw a rock through the glass doors to the dining hall and went through most of my parents' house. They took a couple of watches and a camera. The camera was a loss, although I suspect the most expensive item was the glass door itself. They are, understandably, upset by the break-in. The humor is not lost on them, however. The facts:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) My parents' two large dogs (boxers) were in the family room, held from the robbers by only a small child gate resting over the door. THEY NEVER LEFT THE ROOM. Damn dogs. What are you good for?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Luckily enough, my parents' computers and widescreen tv are in the family room with the dogs, and despite the dogs' apparent aversion to conflict, the thieves were too scared to go in there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) The robbers rummaged through my mother's filing cabinet, yet managed to miss the four thousand dollars in cash there (I've been trying to get her to deposit the savings she periodically collects for years).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) They also missed at least two full pill bottles of oxycotin (my mom is disabled and takes painkillers regularly). Do you know how much that shit is worth on the street?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luckily, my parents keep their more expensive jewelry in a safety deposit box at the bank. Still, *why* would you even risk arrest when all you end up getting is a couple of used watches and a run-of-the-mill digital camera? Idiots.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5081813425123013673-3041278165463123878?l=jessgrad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jessgrad.blogspot.com/feeds/3041278165463123878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5081813425123013673&amp;postID=3041278165463123878' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5081813425123013673/posts/default/3041278165463123878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5081813425123013673/posts/default/3041278165463123878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessgrad.blogspot.com/2008/11/stupid-thieves.html' title='Stupid thieves'/><author><name>Jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05014418098325075286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5081813425123013673.post-6388197012896109394</id><published>2008-11-19T12:02:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T12:12:50.916-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I can't believe I'm saying this...</title><content type='html'>But Mitt Romney is actually making some sense &lt;a href="http://www.nytimes.com/2008/11/19/opinion/19romney.html?em"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;. It must be Opposite Day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I'm back in Philadelphia. It's so freaking cold here. I am a wimp about the cold every year, but after spending four winters in North Carolina, I am completely unprepared for this. And it's in the mid-30s today, so it will get worse. Blah. I went running this morning when it was in the high-20s, and quickly realized that I could not get through the winter running outdoors. So Alison and I will be joining the school gym December 1st, when the price goes down. Until then, I am stuck with the great outdoors. It's particularly bad because I like to run on a path by the river, so it's even colder than the weather channel predicts. Blah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am now trying to tie up loose ends on about 5 or 6 papers. Funny, when you tell all of your collaborators that you'll be able to work on that paper in the first week after you get back, it becomes impossible to follow through. Oops. But I am getting work done on most of them, and I am really enjoying it. It's much easier to love work when I am: 1) Not in Ohio, 2) Not waking up at 5am, and 3) Setting my own schedule. Go figure.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5081813425123013673-6388197012896109394?l=jessgrad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jessgrad.blogspot.com/feeds/6388197012896109394/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5081813425123013673&amp;postID=6388197012896109394' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5081813425123013673/posts/default/6388197012896109394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5081813425123013673/posts/default/6388197012896109394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessgrad.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-cant-believe-im-saying-this.html' title='I can&apos;t believe I&apos;m saying this...'/><author><name>Jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05014418098325075286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5081813425123013673.post-3420972875312790124</id><published>2008-11-14T14:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-14T14:20:31.720-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Judith Warner rocks!</title><content type='html'>One of my fave NY Times columnists, on &lt;a href="http://warner.blogs.nytimes.com/2008/11/13/dark-side-of-the-vote/"&gt;Prop 8&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5081813425123013673-3420972875312790124?l=jessgrad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jessgrad.blogspot.com/feeds/3420972875312790124/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5081813425123013673&amp;postID=3420972875312790124' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5081813425123013673/posts/default/3420972875312790124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5081813425123013673/posts/default/3420972875312790124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessgrad.blogspot.com/2008/11/judith-warner-rocks.html' title='Judith Warner rocks!'/><author><name>Jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05014418098325075286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5081813425123013673.post-5706844335939152695</id><published>2008-11-12T06:49:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T12:19:21.598-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Back in the Midwest</title><content type='html'>Yeah, I started writing this three days ago, and I just finished. What of it? (Sorry!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I flew from Philadelphia back to Ohio on Sunday, and started interviewing students again on Monday. Surprisingly, the long break did not disrupt the flow of interviewing, and I have interviewed eleven girls so far. I may actually finish all my interviews tomorrow! Which makes this a good time to reflect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It feels like everything and nothing has happened in the past two months. Qualitative research is isolating in most scenarios. It's ironic, really, given that quantitative research involves computers, and qualitative research involves contact with people. But as a qualitative researcher, that contact is narrowly defined by the scope of your research. It is not that I did not build relationships with some of my participants. It is more that they were unnaturally intimate and brutally short. I interviewed students about the particulars of their lives, in which many students talked about deeply personal experiences. Many students appeared quite comfortable with me at the end of the hour and a half, and expressed a desire to talk again. And since this project is designed to be longitudinal (at the end of the interview, I ask them for permission to re-contact them in a year), this is likely. But once the student leaves, the bond is broken. Often, I see the girls I know in the hallway as I walk around the school, and I see them avoid eye contact and shift away. I know this is not because the interview was unpleasant--these are the same students who told me the interview was "fun". I think they realize only later that I know a great deal about their lives, while they really do not know me at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overall, I do not think I would call this research "fun" myself (sometimes when a student tells me they had fun I think, "Really? I didn't.") It is tiring and stressful. The exhaustion comes from the work of interviewing, whereas the stress is a product of my personality. As an introvert (when I am with strangers), I find being in a new environment and meeting new people to be difficult. I was always meeting new teachers and students, and occasionally talking to classrooms as a group, and I found this difficult to do on a daily basis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Despite this, I am incredibly satisfied with my choice to do this research, and I would do it again. It is worth the 5am mornings, the lack of sleep, the hours of transcribing, the grumpy teachers, the fear I feel when confronted with a classroom full of teenagers, and the stress side effects. The participants themselves make it all worth it. What fascinates me--although it should not be so surprising--are the many vibrant personalities and interesting stories. I have met 57 diverse, enthusiastic, optimistic, beautiful young women who shared their lives with me. While I am sure there were at least a few who would be difficult to know on a day-to-day basis, I was able to get to know their better selves. There are several girls who stand out in my mind, and will continue to do so for a long time. I cannot wait to find out what they do next.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5081813425123013673-5706844335939152695?l=jessgrad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jessgrad.blogspot.com/feeds/5706844335939152695/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5081813425123013673&amp;postID=5706844335939152695' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5081813425123013673/posts/default/5706844335939152695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5081813425123013673/posts/default/5706844335939152695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessgrad.blogspot.com/2008/11/back-in-midwest.html' title='Back in the Midwest'/><author><name>Jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05014418098325075286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5081813425123013673.post-7383851109393093950</id><published>2008-11-08T10:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-08T11:45:34.833-08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's not us vs. them</title><content type='html'>I keep meaning to describe election day here in Philadelphia, but I think this is more important--I feel very strongly about the recent "Black community vs. the gays" storyline that I have been hearing in the press. Yes, 70% of black voters supported prop 8. But you know what? That still means that a whole bunch of black folks voted no. We simply cannot afford to allow the seeds of divisiveness to overwhelm the "big tent" of the Democratic party, and the nation as a whole.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the wonderful things about the gay movement is that it succeeds (slowly) be sheer exposure. Research has demonstrated that knowing someone who is gay is one of the most powerful avenues through which homophobia is reduced. The more that being gay is in the mainstream media and in families, communities, and peer groups, the less resistence there is to gay rights. So what does that 70% tell us? I don't think it says much about intolerance or religiosity. I think it says something about unfamiliarity. The failure of the gay movement is that it has largely ignored the black community--either because they assume black people will not be receptive to gay rights or because they are unaware of this lapse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, one complication to the exposure argument is that the black community sees gayness as a white phenomenon. Why? To some degree, this is because many black gay men and women are not out in their communities. But it is also true that the gay rights movement has a white face. The gay rights movement has not embraced the opportunity to diversify it's image and to talk about how to make the community a more racially diverse place as a whole. This, too, would help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We need to think less about how to draw boundaries and more about how to reach across them. In doing so, white gays and lesbians need to think less about how they have been "cheated" by the black community, and more about how this affects black gays and lesbians. Last night, Alison and I went out to a gay bar with some friends, and one white gay male was speaking angrily about the black vote in California. Admittedly, I was angry initially about the black vote as well. But while we talked about prop 8, I turned my head and saw that nearly half of the room was comprised of black gay men. And I thought about how much harder this is for them, every day of their lives. I believe that we should not give up on working within the black community to promote gay rights. Because in truth, we have rarely tried, and that is our failure.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5081813425123013673-7383851109393093950?l=jessgrad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jessgrad.blogspot.com/feeds/7383851109393093950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5081813425123013673&amp;postID=7383851109393093950' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5081813425123013673/posts/default/7383851109393093950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5081813425123013673/posts/default/7383851109393093950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessgrad.blogspot.com/2008/11/its-not-us-vs-them.html' title='It&apos;s not us vs. them'/><author><name>Jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05014418098325075286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5081813425123013673.post-6225186989803046940</id><published>2008-11-05T20:10:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-05T21:23:45.305-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Election Day</title><content type='html'>Tuesday I celebrated with this great country, proud that hope had triumphed over fear and good ideas had triumphed over racism. And yet, this morning I woke to the news that Prop 8 had passed. I wish this post could be only about the transformative power of Obama. I wish I felt completely content today, secure that good had really overcome hate. But the course of history has never been smooth, and we have far to go before we sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me be clear. If I could have chosen only one outcome yesterday, I would have chosen Obama's election. He will do more for this country than would the defeat of a gay marriage ban. And yet...I am angry. I am angry and I am hurt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to marry my partner. Alison and I will celebrate our 7th anniversary on December 8th. We have been together, side by side, through good times and bad. Through disappointments and losses, we have comforted one another. I remember the first time I saw Alison cry just because I was upset. I remember I stopped crying, to ask her what was wrong. I was shocked that someone would feel my pain so deeply. And I remember the first time I cried in response to her pain, too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How ironic, and how terrible, that in a culmination of the long struggle of civil rights, our marriage rights were stripped from us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alison and I have been engaged for four years. I remember taking the bus to Tiffany's in order to buy her a beautiful engagement ring. I was so excited that I walked all the way back to Penn, feeling as light as air. Alison was annoyed with me, because I didn't get back in time for the bus, and we had to walk home. As we walked across the South Street bridge (an old, graffiti-covered hunk of metal), I felt more and more excited. I had intended to present the ring to Alison when we returned to New York, but I couldn't wait. As Alison talked about her day, I fished into my bag and extracted the ring. I pulled Alison to the side, and asked her to marry me. She said yes. It was the single best decision I have ever made.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight, Alison and I went on a date. We discussed Proposition 8. We talked about our conversation earlier this year, when we considered marrying in California when we visited the state in March. Thankfully, we did not get the chance. The only thing worse than not being able to marry, is to marry and have that right stripped away. It is dehumanizing to know that someone on your block, or someone whose business you patronize, or your boss, or your child's friend's mom decided that your marriage is so intrinsically offensive to their way of life that they feel compelled to reach into your home and break a bond that you and your partner solemnly swore to uphold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to marry Alison, and I want to do it somewhere in which our marriage will never be revoked. I want to know that I can visit her in a hospital, if she falls sick. I want to know that, wherever I am employed, I can obtain healthcare for Alison as well as myself. I want the same tax benefits as my straight friends. When I have a child with Alison, I want to know that that child cannot be taken away from me. I want to know that if I get sick or grievously hurt, Alison can make the decisions she needs to make. Because I trust no one else in this world so deeply.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But most of all, I want the government to give me a piece of paper that says, "We acknowledge you. We acknowledge you--we know you are here. We see your relationship."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, yes, I want a marriage, not a civil union. When Alison and I were first engaged, our friends offered their congratulations. And yet, several of our friends who became engaged around the same time were thrown engagement parties. We were never offered one. And that hurt us deeply. No matter how tolerant our friends are, gay partnerships will not be seen in the same light until it is called marriage, and until we can walk into a courthouse and leave with a piece of paper that says, "I acknowledge you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to go back to feeling only happiness when a straight friend tells me that he or she is getting married. I want to lose this heaviness in the pit of my stomach I feel when I hear of impending nuptials. Weddings should be joyous. But there is a small part of me that cannot feel that joy until this country opens its doors and says, "Yes, you too. We see your love."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe that change is coming. I believe that this is a stumbling block, but not a wall. When I was in high school, students spoke openly about going gay bashing. There were two health classes students could take, and parents had to sign off on which one they gave approval for their children to take--one in which the possibility of being gay was allowed to be mentioned and one in which the teacher would not allow any passing reference to gayness. This year, I went back to my high school to conduct interviews, and two of the students I interviewed were openly gay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe that in ten or twenty or thirty years, we will look back and ask ourselves how could this have ever been debated. Some day, it will be inconceivable that marriage is a restricted, members-only, right. Our children will ask us why this was a contested issue. And I hope at that time, that I will think back to this time, and that my memory of this pain will have faded. I hope that I will remember this as barely a fleeting moment--a hiccup on the path to equality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But for now, I do feel pain. We, as gay people, feel pain. We want to celebrate Obama's election whole-heartedly. We want to look forward, and see a new day. We want to stand with our new president and say, "Yes, we can." But on Tuesday, our neighbors and relatives and co-workers and some perfect strangers took from us a basic right. They said, "No, you can't."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But we will.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5081813425123013673-6225186989803046940?l=jessgrad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jessgrad.blogspot.com/feeds/6225186989803046940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5081813425123013673&amp;postID=6225186989803046940' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5081813425123013673/posts/default/6225186989803046940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5081813425123013673/posts/default/6225186989803046940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessgrad.blogspot.com/2008/11/election-day.html' title='Election Day'/><author><name>Jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05014418098325075286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5081813425123013673.post-6735988087457694344</id><published>2008-11-03T07:28:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-03T07:44:49.720-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Crap. Only one day left!</title><content type='html'>I'm not sure whether to celebrate the end of this presidential election marathon, or mourn it. If things go the way they should, we can all celebrate (Alison &amp;amp; I are making mojitos for our election party tomorrow, and we plan to drink heavily in celebration or mourning). But, but...what happens to my procrastination time? What will I do from 8am to 10am, if not read every political blog and newspaper article before starting to work? (And then working for a half an hour before re-checking). What am I to do? And what's worse, what are the real political activists to do? I canvassed for Obama in Philadelphia (I know, pointless...) on Saturday, and the guy giving out directions told our group that he had been working on this campaign for a year and a half. And I felt so sad for him. What is he going to do on Wednesday morning? Hopefully he will be happy, but even if he is, what next?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a question I have been asking myself a lot lately. While I am not nearly as busy as all of those hard-core political campaigners, a combination of the election, the fiscal crisis, and a hardcore avoidance of my dissertation has made me very interested in doing...something. I've been looking into policy research, as well as trying to figure out where I could do some volunteer work. The more I read up on politics and policy, the more I feel like a floating bank of knowledge that could be useful, but just isn't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, I might note that my newest admiration-crush, &lt;a href="http://nymag.com/news/media/51822/"&gt;Rachel Maddow&lt;/a&gt;, has a phd but is employed in news. While I don't want to be on tv, I admire her job as a public thinker.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other updates...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Research&lt;/strong&gt;: I am working on a post-doc application very, very slowly. I don't know what is wrong with me, but I really can't muster the energy to care about any more applications. I think I just want to spend another year in graduate school. I definitely want to get back to research, rather than these applications. On Nov. 10, I'll start interviewing high school students again, and I should take a little over a week to finish up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Philadelphia&lt;/strong&gt;: Being here is good for my psyche--I am in such a better mood. I am quickly regaining weight I lost in Ohio and spending money at a much more rapid pace, but it's all worth it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5081813425123013673-6735988087457694344?l=jessgrad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jessgrad.blogspot.com/feeds/6735988087457694344/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5081813425123013673&amp;postID=6735988087457694344' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5081813425123013673/posts/default/6735988087457694344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5081813425123013673/posts/default/6735988087457694344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessgrad.blogspot.com/2008/11/crap-only-one-day-left.html' title='Crap. Only one day left!'/><author><name>Jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05014418098325075286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5081813425123013673.post-6313819207938349788</id><published>2008-10-31T17:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-31T17:15:37.491-07:00</updated><title type='text'>HAPPY HALLOWEEN!!!</title><content type='html'>Hope everyone has a fabulous Halloween! This is my favorite holiday of the year, even though I didn't get a costume together this year. It's still fun to watch other people being creative and fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are on the way to a (tame) Halloween party, so briefly:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night we went to the &lt;a href="http://www.easternstate.org/"&gt;Haunted Prison&lt;/a&gt;. This prison is a great gem in Philly. If you ever visit, don't miss it. It's a panopticon! (Well, almost). And it's just cool. It's fun to tour during the day, and their haunted version is awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With both a parade in honor of the Philadelphia Phillies today and the holiday, the city has been in constant street-party mode all day. Drunken Philadelphians have been wandering the city, high-fiving strangers and shouting cheers. There has been more driving around and honking, and it seems like the entire city called in sick from work. Good times, my friends.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5081813425123013673-6313819207938349788?l=jessgrad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jessgrad.blogspot.com/feeds/6313819207938349788/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5081813425123013673&amp;postID=6313819207938349788' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5081813425123013673/posts/default/6313819207938349788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5081813425123013673/posts/default/6313819207938349788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessgrad.blogspot.com/2008/10/happy-halloween.html' title='HAPPY HALLOWEEN!!!'/><author><name>Jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05014418098325075286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5081813425123013673.post-1608337658709327892</id><published>2008-10-30T06:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-30T07:02:36.434-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Go, Phillies!</title><content type='html'>I'm back in Philadelphia, arriving yesterday in time to see the Philadelphia Phillies win the World Series. While I find baseball about as interesting as waiting in a line at the DMV, there is something exciting about watching the losingest city (in sports) finally get a win. Alison and I went down to the local sports bar within a minute of the end of the game. After they won, the bar (and the city) erupted in excitement. The bars were full of celebratory drunk people, and within minutes the streets began to fill as these bars emptied. It was a little like Franklin Street after winning the championships but much, much bigger. Cars drove around the city for miles, honking. People leaned out of car windows and sun roofs. The most daring rode on the hoods of cars as passerbys cheered (including the police). We walked down to Broadway, the main thoroughfare of the city. It's a large, four lane street leading up to City Hall, and it was packed for several blocks. People were on top of lampposts, street vendor's kiosks, and the subway entrance. Others were throwing paper out of buildings about 15 floors up. We saw a tree being carried down the middle of the street--apparently uprooted and taken for kindling. A large American flag, taken from a nearby building, was also paraded through the crowd. People waved street signs that they had forcibly removed in celebration. Bonfires were started in the street, and a few cars overturned. Occasionally, we spied unprepared (and totally out of it) Philadelphians making their way through the crowd. At one point, a Beatnik-looking young woman wandered by us. She looked like she had left her slam poetry event and was completely confused by the sudden celebration. Ah, hipsters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, it was a good time. We hung out for about 20 minutes, watching drunk men climb poles, and then we went home. And we fell asleep to the dulcet tones of car horns and whooping. Good times :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5081813425123013673-1608337658709327892?l=jessgrad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jessgrad.blogspot.com/feeds/1608337658709327892/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5081813425123013673&amp;postID=1608337658709327892' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5081813425123013673/posts/default/1608337658709327892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5081813425123013673/posts/default/1608337658709327892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessgrad.blogspot.com/2008/10/go-phillies.html' title='Go, Phillies!'/><author><name>Jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05014418098325075286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5081813425123013673.post-3343846499873780976</id><published>2008-10-27T17:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-27T17:24:46.801-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Just sayin'</title><content type='html'>I think it is completely unfair when a certain prestigious journal asks you to review an article before ever accepting one of yours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You scratch my back...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5081813425123013673-3343846499873780976?l=jessgrad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jessgrad.blogspot.com/feeds/3343846499873780976/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5081813425123013673&amp;postID=3343846499873780976' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5081813425123013673/posts/default/3343846499873780976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5081813425123013673/posts/default/3343846499873780976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessgrad.blogspot.com/2008/10/just-sayin.html' title='Just sayin&apos;'/><author><name>Jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05014418098325075286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5081813425123013673.post-2676847585110729208</id><published>2008-10-27T04:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-27T04:59:22.267-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Slacker</title><content type='html'>That's me, being a slacker--I haven't done any campaigning for a couple of weeks, because I am far behind on an NIH postdoc proposal. And it would not be bad, necessarily, to skip volunteering for work if I had actually done much work. But being in Ohio sucks my will to live at the moment, so I have spent &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;waaaay&lt;/span&gt; too much time surfing the web. Luckily, something in my brain finally came together this past weekend, and I have made some progress on the proposal. It's slow progress, but progress nonetheless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Word of advice: Never attempt to collect qualitative data while applying for jobs. I don't know why I decided to do this. Really, what is so wrong with another year of grad school? The only plus side to this situation is I've lost some weight. But I think I'd prefer to have the weight back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news...there is an interesting &lt;a href="http://www.nytimes.com/2008/10/26/opinion/26rich.html?_r=1&amp;amp;em&amp;amp;oref=slogin"&gt;article on race &lt;/a&gt;from Frank Rich, one of my favorite NY Times writers. I have been thinking about this topic a lot recently. I try to hold off my excitement for what I believe will be a blowout election, in case anything goes horribly wrong. But it is hard not to get &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;verklempt&lt;/span&gt; at the prospect of electing a black man as president. What an amazing thing that is. I know that racism will plod along as ever. In fact, much like Rich, I think the concern regarding white Americans is misguided. This is not because racism does not exist, but because racism is much more insidious and structural than the media choose to portray. White Americans can vote for a black man if it suits their interest--and many of those who do will continue to cross the street when they see a black male. And teachers will continue to overreact to black students' classroom behavior, creating a cycle of conflict with authority and the court system. And whites will continue to flee diversifying neighborhoods (while gentrifying others). Racism, in its most insidious form, is invisible. Worse, it's the logical extension of culturally constructed "rationalism." The system allows for the Barack &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Obamas&lt;/span&gt;, Colin &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Powells&lt;/span&gt;, and any other number of successful black &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;americans&lt;/span&gt;--in fact, it depends on them, because images of success make racism that much more difficult to combat. It depends, too, on those few whites who espouse obviously racist rhetoric, as the fall-guys for racism. But for the most part, those "hicks" aren't the problem--they are the prop against which the rest of us (particularly the media) measure ourselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On to other subjects! Since I have been primarily interviewing and procrastinating, there is not much to say about my life recently. I have been running more, which is keeping me happy and sane. I have completed 12 interviews at the second school--18 to go! I am hoping to finish at least five today and tomorrow, and then I fly to Philadelphia tomorrow night. I'll be back here for a week to wrap things up in mid-November. The interviews at the second school have gone well. These students are, by and large, much better off than those at the first school. Most of them still want to stay in the area (WHY?), but they have higher aspirations for college and careers. One of them shook my hand after her interview, which I found really cute. Another asked if she could choose to not take the incentive money, until I explained that it was from the university, and not from me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lastly, I am trying to decide on a really simple Halloween costume this year, because I have neither the money nor the energy to be creative. Last year Alison and I went as U&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;NC&lt;/span&gt; undergrads (we were in Philly). This year, Alison is going as a vampire. What should I do, people?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5081813425123013673-2676847585110729208?l=jessgrad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jessgrad.blogspot.com/feeds/2676847585110729208/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5081813425123013673&amp;postID=2676847585110729208' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5081813425123013673/posts/default/2676847585110729208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5081813425123013673/posts/default/2676847585110729208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessgrad.blogspot.com/2008/10/slacker.html' title='Slacker'/><author><name>Jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05014418098325075286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5081813425123013673.post-9177402676548964455</id><published>2008-10-24T08:43:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-24T08:44:00.815-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tar Heels</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.thenation.com/doc/20081110/moser"&gt;Here &lt;/a&gt;is a great article on North Carolina and the election, from The Nation.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5081813425123013673-9177402676548964455?l=jessgrad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jessgrad.blogspot.com/feeds/9177402676548964455/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5081813425123013673&amp;postID=9177402676548964455' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5081813425123013673/posts/default/9177402676548964455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5081813425123013673/posts/default/9177402676548964455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessgrad.blogspot.com/2008/10/tar-heels.html' title='Tar Heels'/><author><name>Jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05014418098325075286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5081813425123013673.post-5352404105039231860</id><published>2008-10-22T04:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-22T04:34:52.875-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Early mornings, successful schools, and other news</title><content type='html'>I am sitting this morning at a Starbucks, after arriving at the high school to collect and distribute a few consent forms. Unfortunately, I was not able to get an interview in for 1st period, so I am "working" for the next hour or so while I wait for 2nd period to start. The problem with successful schools is that students don't want to miss class, and their teachers often don't let them out anyway. It's very frustrating. At least at the last school, teachers were happy to have one less student. Of course, absenteeism, lost consent forms, and an unwillingness to be recorded were issues in that school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On top of this, my current schedule has me getting up at 5am so I can arrive at the high school at a little before 7am. And I cannot force myself to go to sleep before 11pm, hence the starbucks run.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In good news, Alison and I are getting tickets to Madonna's Philadelphia concert. Whooo! Last time, as some of you may remember, we paid for nosebleed tickets and were transferred to the front row (courtesy of Alison's friend/former student). This time we are getting free tickets and will likely sit at the sound booth. Since we can't afford even the nosebleed tickets this time around, that's pretty sweet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In bad news, the only job I really care about at the moment (shh) has scheduled phone interviews, and I am not on the list. The upside of this is that I care a lot less about the job market now. But I am also super disappointed, even though I knew this was probably going to happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's a table of teenagers near me. Skipping? No class 1st period? Hmmmm.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5081813425123013673-5352404105039231860?l=jessgrad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jessgrad.blogspot.com/feeds/5352404105039231860/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5081813425123013673&amp;postID=5352404105039231860' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5081813425123013673/posts/default/5352404105039231860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5081813425123013673/posts/default/5352404105039231860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessgrad.blogspot.com/2008/10/early-mornings-successful-schools-and.html' title='Early mornings, successful schools, and other news'/><author><name>Jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05014418098325075286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5081813425123013673.post-2774700837647920954</id><published>2008-10-19T14:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-19T14:28:17.372-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Powell's Endorsement</title><content type='html'>If you haven't seen it, you should: &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=b2U63fXBlFo&amp;amp;feature=user"&gt;video&lt;/a&gt;. The first seven minutes are the best--very powerful, and well stated.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5081813425123013673-2774700837647920954?l=jessgrad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jessgrad.blogspot.com/feeds/2774700837647920954/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5081813425123013673&amp;postID=2774700837647920954' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5081813425123013673/posts/default/2774700837647920954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5081813425123013673/posts/default/2774700837647920954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessgrad.blogspot.com/2008/10/powells-endorsement.html' title='Powell&apos;s Endorsement'/><author><name>Jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05014418098325075286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5081813425123013673.post-7480877606622002917</id><published>2008-10-18T12:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-18T12:57:33.196-07:00</updated><title type='text'>PSA</title><content type='html'>As B.O. tells us (heh), don't get overconfident: &lt;a href="http://online.wsj.com/article/SB122420151553142939.html"&gt;link&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5081813425123013673-7480877606622002917?l=jessgrad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jessgrad.blogspot.com/feeds/7480877606622002917/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5081813425123013673&amp;postID=7480877606622002917' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5081813425123013673/posts/default/7480877606622002917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5081813425123013673/posts/default/7480877606622002917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessgrad.blogspot.com/2008/10/psa.html' title='PSA'/><author><name>Jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05014418098325075286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5081813425123013673.post-2690629333962299778</id><published>2008-10-18T12:09:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-18T12:24:25.757-07:00</updated><title type='text'>How many days from the election are we?</title><content type='html'>Yesterday, my parents decided to have a yard sale. And 12 hours later, we have half the contents of their garage arranged haphazardly around the driveway. There is a stunning, perhaps even admirable, lack of planning involved in this endeavor. Everything for sale has been literally dumped from the garage to a shelf, complete with cobwebs and bug carcasses. For most of the day, no one has actually been outside to greet the (very few) people who wander by. We just run out when we seem someone. They wander for five minutes, realize it's all junk, and leave. We have made a little money, but by and large, this is a minimal-effort endeavor which will be followed up by an unceremonious trip to Salvation Army.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Living here for a couple months has made me realize why I am absolutely terrible at household errands and chores--I come by it honestly. This is one of the many reasons I should never own a house (another comes from my fear of running over my own child with my car--probaby irrational, but I figure I can avoid this paranoia by never actually having a driveway). It is all I can do to keep up with an apartment. Actually, I think my wonderful wife might disagree with my ability to keep even an apartment intact. I'll work on that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news, I have added Lis's lovely blog to my sidebar, in part because I saw her latest post in which she said the financial crisis has made her more fiscally responsible. Me too! I have been very frugal while in Ohio, and am slowly paying off my credit card debt. Nothing like a little fear to motivate responsibility.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and to Kim's "Cry" option...good point! I think that goes between #2 and #3 options for me. Of course, a post-doc is also an option, but since I was already planning on that, it doesn't really seem like a "back-up."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of which, back to writing my post-doc application...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5081813425123013673-2690629333962299778?l=jessgrad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jessgrad.blogspot.com/feeds/2690629333962299778/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5081813425123013673&amp;postID=2690629333962299778' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5081813425123013673/posts/default/2690629333962299778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5081813425123013673/posts/default/2690629333962299778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessgrad.blogspot.com/2008/10/how-many-days-from-election-are-we.html' title='How many days from the election are we?'/><author><name>Jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05014418098325075286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5081813425123013673.post-3690666775374876592</id><published>2008-10-16T12:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-16T12:31:12.515-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Updates</title><content type='html'>All the news that's fit to print...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Research&lt;/strong&gt;: I finished my 30th interview today, so I am halfway through! I'm not really sure whether to be happy or sad about that. It's an accomplishment, but I cannot believe I have to start all over again at a new school. The good news is that the new school is much newer, cleaner, and more spacious. I will no longer have an office across the street, but I will have a nearby starbucks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Politics&lt;/strong&gt;: I did not watch last night's debate (I get too tense), but apparently some guy named Joe made news. Too bad Joe the plumber is a bit of a &lt;a href="http://thecaucus.blogs.nytimes.com/2008/10/16/joe-in-the-spotlight/?hp"&gt;fraud&lt;/a&gt;... Also, this morning I was at the starbucks near the new school where I am doing interviews, and I overheard two guys talking about the election. They got on the topic of health care, and the first guy seemed bothered by Obama's plans to nationalize health care (he was in a wheel chair--voting against his own self-interest, apparently). The second one said he was a social conservative and believed in "supply-side economics", but then launched into a very accurate description of Obama's plan, and how it would be better than McCain's. Almost made me like him. Then he ripped into Palin's decision to run while dealing with a pregnant teenager and baby. I was not as into that. There are many, many things to critique Palin for that have nothing to do with her work-family choices.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The "Great" Midwest&lt;/strong&gt;: Get me out. Get me out. Yup, that sums it up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jobs&lt;/strong&gt;: So much for academic jobs being buffered from the economy. A public university that shall not be named just dropped 24 of 28 job openings this year in an effort to scale back, and departments are being told to plan for either a 5% or 7% budget cut. In honor of that, here are my backup jobs, in order of least desparate to most:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Government/non-profit research&lt;br /&gt;2. University administration (probably admissions)&lt;br /&gt;3. Teacher (math, preferrably, history if I had to)&lt;br /&gt;4. Bartender&lt;br /&gt;5. Coffee house employee&lt;br /&gt;6. Selling hot dogs on the street&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's your backup?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5081813425123013673-3690666775374876592?l=jessgrad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jessgrad.blogspot.com/feeds/3690666775374876592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5081813425123013673&amp;postID=3690666775374876592' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5081813425123013673/posts/default/3690666775374876592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5081813425123013673/posts/default/3690666775374876592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessgrad.blogspot.com/2008/10/updates.html' title='Updates'/><author><name>Jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05014418098325075286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5081813425123013673.post-4319319445485756711</id><published>2008-10-14T06:38:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-14T06:46:19.467-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Heart Donna Brazile</title><content type='html'>I already liked Donna Brazile. She quickly became my favorite political pundit/consultant this year (sorry, James Carville). But now...I love her:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=D-__IdzH1b8"&gt;Watch here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Courtesy of Alison).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5081813425123013673-4319319445485756711?l=jessgrad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jessgrad.blogspot.com/feeds/4319319445485756711/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5081813425123013673&amp;postID=4319319445485756711' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5081813425123013673/posts/default/4319319445485756711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5081813425123013673/posts/default/4319319445485756711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessgrad.blogspot.com/2008/10/i-heart-donna-brazile.html' title='I Heart Donna Brazile'/><author><name>Jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05014418098325075286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5081813425123013673.post-860194049107222639</id><published>2008-10-12T12:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-12T12:29:06.328-07:00</updated><title type='text'>16 Days...</title><content type='html'>Yesterday I bought tickets to go back to Philly from Oct. 28 to Nov. 9. I'm leaving my car in Ohio for now, since I will need to come back to finish the interviews and then drive back to Philly. I can't wait to be home, though. I can't wait to be in my own apartment, see Alison and my cat, and actually go out to eat at a restaurant. The only good thing I can say for Ohio is that I've lost weight, because there aren't many good places to eat. It's either fast food, or make your own food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday I canvassed for Obama for another three and a half hours, with an utterly useless man named Ben. Ben was nice enough, but he clearly felt nervous about approaching people on his own (and yet he was nearly 50!). So he insisted in going together to every house. Which meant I knocked on doors and talked to people while he played the part of my shadow. He also kept walking across people's lawns until I suggested that we not do that, would comment loudly on people's homes as we approached their door, and had a bad habit of spitting out of the side of his mouth as we walked. This was not helped by the fact that we were given a list of "persuade" voters, who were often republican, so we were yelled at and told "where to go" a couple of times. Still, we did talk to several undecided and "leaning Obama" voters, and conversations with these people made up for the grouchy ones. One woman, who was undecided, told me that her daughter and son-in-law were both in the military. She said she had gone to "too many military funerals to count" and she wanted us out of Iraq. She had even met with Bush about this at a meeting for military mothers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news, I am wrapping up my interviews at the first school. I have completed 25, and hope to finish the other 5 or so before Wednesday. On Wednesday afternoon, I should receive the surveys from the second school, and will start a new round of interviews. My most interesting interview last week was with an extremely religious student who said she was "too close" to God, because she would walk through the halls talking to God &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;out loud&lt;/span&gt;. She was a very smart, well-adjusted adolescent. But her interview went on for longer than most because of her long discussions about the role of religion in her life. I would have been happier about this if I had received permission to record her interview. Instead, I spent hours trying to make sense of my notes in order to cobble together a "transcript" of the interview.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than that, I am still obsessively reading political blogs and watching my job prospects slip away while I procrastinate from working on papers and post-doc applications. Good times.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5081813425123013673-860194049107222639?l=jessgrad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jessgrad.blogspot.com/feeds/860194049107222639/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5081813425123013673&amp;postID=860194049107222639' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5081813425123013673/posts/default/860194049107222639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5081813425123013673/posts/default/860194049107222639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessgrad.blogspot.com/2008/10/16-days.html' title='16 Days...'/><author><name>Jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05014418098325075286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5081813425123013673.post-8755574730815294880</id><published>2008-10-10T09:01:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-10T09:01:37.339-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Gay Marriage Legal in Connecticut!!!</title><content type='html'>'Nuff said.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5081813425123013673-8755574730815294880?l=jessgrad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jessgrad.blogspot.com/feeds/8755574730815294880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5081813425123013673&amp;postID=8755574730815294880' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5081813425123013673/posts/default/8755574730815294880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5081813425123013673/posts/default/8755574730815294880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessgrad.blogspot.com/2008/10/gay-marriage-legal-in-connecticut.html' title='Gay Marriage Legal in Connecticut!!!'/><author><name>Jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05014418098325075286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5081813425123013673.post-7719642649259455947</id><published>2008-10-10T08:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-10T08:09:57.849-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Good read #2</title><content type='html'>I just read this and thought I would pass it on. McCain &amp;amp; Palin's strategy has become more racially charged recently, but the people discussing this have largely not acknowledged that this is a different form of racism than we have seen directed toward Black leaders in the past. This &lt;a href="http://www.time.com/time/magazine/article/0,9171,1848755,00.html"&gt;article &lt;/a&gt;does a good job of describing the differences.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5081813425123013673-7719642649259455947?l=jessgrad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jessgrad.blogspot.com/feeds/7719642649259455947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5081813425123013673&amp;postID=7719642649259455947' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5081813425123013673/posts/default/7719642649259455947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5081813425123013673/posts/default/7719642649259455947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessgrad.blogspot.com/2008/10/good-read-2.html' title='Good read #2'/><author><name>Jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05014418098325075286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5081813425123013673.post-79087730578829993</id><published>2008-10-10T07:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-10T07:59:22.292-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Election, campaigning, and Obama</title><content type='html'>I went campaigning for Obama on Wednesday night, for about 3 hours. The night before, I canvassed for an hour with my stepmother, but she had done most of the talking. This time I was paired with a dour but amiable guy named Ryan. He was a mostly stay-at-home dad who worked part-time at Trader Joe's. He had gone to Northeastern, and worked as a campaigner for all those "Do you have a minute for..." places during college. We split up the houses on our list, so we could get as many done as possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We canvassed a primarily White, working class neighborhood neighborhood in Ohio (a good depiction of these voters was written &lt;a href="http://www.newyorker.com/reporting/2008/10/13/081013fa_fact_packer"&gt;here &lt;/a&gt;in the New Yorker). Our instructions were to first ask if they knew who they were voting for. If they were leaning toward a candidate or undecided, we next asked what the most important issue to them was, and talked to them about that topic. If they said they were definite Obama supporters, we asked how likely they were to vote, and gave them information about early voting. And to McCain supporters, we said "Okay, thanks. Have a good night." Everything was recorded on an information sheet, so the campaign could keep track of voter leanings, issues, and voting-likelihood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The names and addresses we were given included registered independents and democrats, so there were only a few McCain supporters. Several people were still undecided. The main issue for everyone we talked to was the economy. Some of the undecided voters were wavering between the two candidates. Others knew they would not vote for McCain, but did not know whether they would vote for Obama. I usually talked to them about jobs and taxes. Several people were very passionate about their worries with the economy and their anger at McCain and Bush. Overall, it was a really good experience, and I was surprised by the effectiveness of going door to door. I wasn't sure people would listen, but they did. And a couple of Obama supporters were unclear on voting procedures which would have left them without a vote if someone had not talked to them. I hope to do more canvassing next week. And I would encourage you all to do some, if you have time! In North Carolina, the senate vote is particularly important--Kay Hagan is running very, very close to Dole, so every vote counts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After canvassing, I received a "VIP" pass to the Obama event, which meant I had access to the field directly around the stage where he spoke. I went with an employee of my stepmom, and we were very close to the stage. At one point before the speech, an elderly woman near us blacked out from the heat. Many of us gave her food, water, and shade before the paramedics arrived. Otherwise, the wait was largely uneventful. In the lead-up to Obama, several people spoke, including Ted Strickland, the governer of Ohio. Obama's speech was good, if difficult to hear (I think we were actually a little too close). Afterwards, I managed to get near the front and shake his hand, which was very cool. I have pictures for you all, but posting them may need to wait until I am in Philly.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5081813425123013673-79087730578829993?l=jessgrad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jessgrad.blogspot.com/feeds/79087730578829993/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5081813425123013673&amp;postID=79087730578829993' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5081813425123013673/posts/default/79087730578829993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5081813425123013673/posts/default/79087730578829993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessgrad.blogspot.com/2008/10/election-campaigning-and-obama.html' title='Election, campaigning, and Obama'/><author><name>Jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05014418098325075286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5081813425123013673.post-1707803783734681326</id><published>2008-10-08T10:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-08T11:14:49.209-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Updates all around!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Research&lt;/strong&gt;: I have 23 and a half interviews done now (today was a shorter day so I only finished half of the last interview). Unfortunately, I have interviewed several students this week who did not want to be recorded, so I have hours of transcribing ahead of me. I really hate transcribing an interview from notes. Invariably, I am not able to write quickly enough to get everything, and I'm always worried that I will get something wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good news--I finally have permission from the other school. Yay! They want me to distribute the survey next week, so I will have time to finish all or most of the first 30 interviews. Unfortunately, this is taking longer than I wanted it to, so I plan to go to Philadelphia Oct. 28 through Nov. 9, and then return to Ohio for a week to finish interviewing in November. I am going to Philly to visit Alison and my cat, go to the haunted prison, go to Jess's Halloween party (no, I'm not talking about myself in the third person), vote, and celebrate the election. I realize that this may not be the most responsible choice. But I really cannot stand the idea of missing Halloween and the election in Philly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jobs&lt;/strong&gt;: I think Kim is right about this--academia may well be shielded from the crisis. I'm just worried. And it doesn't help that I spend an inordinate amount of time reading political blogs and listening to NPR. I finally decided to email my advisor yesterday about whether I should apply for more jobs, but she advised me not to do that. So, I'm putting my faith in the system. Kind of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Politics&lt;/strong&gt;: Tomorrow I am playing hooky from my research and going to an Obama rally. My stepmom and I canvassed for the campaign in a neighborhood yesterday, and will do more this evening. It went pretty well--it was a White, lower middle class neighborhood and we talked to three Obama supportors, 1 McCain supporter, 1 person who wouldn't say (probably McCain), and 1 anti-Bush guy who didn't want to vote (talk about waste of space...). And of course, there were lots of people who weren't there or didn't answer their doors. One woman wore a "McSame" t-shirt, and another woman asked us for an Obama sign for her yard. So, all in all, a good time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5081813425123013673-1707803783734681326?l=jessgrad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jessgrad.blogspot.com/feeds/1707803783734681326/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5081813425123013673&amp;postID=1707803783734681326' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5081813425123013673/posts/default/1707803783734681326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5081813425123013673/posts/default/1707803783734681326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessgrad.blogspot.com/2008/10/updates-all-around.html' title='Updates all around!'/><author><name>Jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05014418098325075286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5081813425123013673.post-335755419986247373</id><published>2008-10-06T15:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-06T16:00:12.168-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Health Care plans: Obama vs. McCain</title><content type='html'>Good read:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.nytimes.com/2008/10/06/opinion/06krugman.html?em"&gt;http://www.nytimes.com/2008/10/06/opinion/06krugman.html?em&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5081813425123013673-335755419986247373?l=jessgrad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jessgrad.blogspot.com/feeds/335755419986247373/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5081813425123013673&amp;postID=335755419986247373' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5081813425123013673/posts/default/335755419986247373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5081813425123013673/posts/default/335755419986247373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessgrad.blogspot.com/2008/10/health-care-plans-obama-vs-mccain.html' title='Health Care plans: Obama vs. McCain'/><author><name>Jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05014418098325075286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5081813425123013673.post-2902317350940996413</id><published>2008-10-06T13:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-06T14:11:02.596-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fear</title><content type='html'>This year was supposed to be the year in which I applied for my ideal jobs, but didn't worry if they didn't come through. However, with the economy in a slump, I wonder whether I just need to take a job--any job--and hunker down until the recession (depression?) is over. Seriously, there may not be jobs available next year. This is frightening. I wonder whether I will end up being a secondary school teacher if things get really bad. Which wouldn't be terrible, except that I could have been doing that five years ago. I emailed my advisors to ask whether I need to apply to more jobs this year. I am also applying for a post-doc in Stockholm, since leaving the country is becoming an increasingly attractive option.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other updates...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Research&lt;/strong&gt;: 19 interviews down, 41 to go. I have started to have some insights into the larger story of the research, although obviously I have more to go. I think there will be a gender socialization angle to this chapter. The girls I interview seem to be drawn to the health field because they want to "help" people. And this appears tied to their feelings of competence for caring. Yet while nearly everyone cites wanting to help people as a reason for pursuing these careers, no one can explain why helping people is important to them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Politics&lt;/strong&gt;: I went running yesterday for 5 miles (quite an accomplishment in my current fitness regime), and I tried to count all the political lawn signs I passed. On the main street, there were only a few--two for McCain and one for Obama. Looking down the streets into neighborhoods, I saw that about half of the houses had signs in front. Although McCain outnumbered Obama, it was pretty divided--in some places, nearly every-other house had an Obama sign and every-other house had a McCain sign. Wonder what those neighbors think of each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Midwest&lt;/strong&gt;: I have started to restrict my running to the neighborhood near my parent's house, rather than going on the path near the river. The path is a clean, well-paved road devoted to running and biking, and it extends for miles around the area. And yet, no one uses it. And after I passed a man waking up from a drunken nap under an overpass, I decided the neighborhoods were safer. Boo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5081813425123013673-2902317350940996413?l=jessgrad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jessgrad.blogspot.com/feeds/2902317350940996413/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5081813425123013673&amp;postID=2902317350940996413' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5081813425123013673/posts/default/2902317350940996413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5081813425123013673/posts/default/2902317350940996413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessgrad.blogspot.com/2008/10/fear.html' title='Fear'/><author><name>Jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05014418098325075286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5081813425123013673.post-6049941659961008300</id><published>2008-10-02T05:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-02T05:45:57.909-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Diagramming sentences</title><content type='html'>This article brought me back to middle school:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.slate.com/id/2201158/"&gt;http://www.slate.com/id/2201158/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always loved diagramming sentences. They were challenging enough to make the work interesting, but also very straightforward. Much like algebra, my other favorite middle school subject.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My interviews are now up to 13, and I have two more scheduled today. I had four scheduled, but one girl didn't want to miss the homecoming court vote--yes, seriously--and the other couldn't get out of work early. But having 15 done by the end of the day isn't terrible. I would like to get more done so that I can go back to Philadelphia, but I realize that I am not as good of an interviewer by the third or fourth interview of the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what is a bad interview? Interviewing used to be my worst methodological skill (in comparison to statistics &amp;amp; ethnographic fieldwork). But I have gotten better. Interviewing requires the willingness to ask questions that you think are irrelevant, to ask the same question over and over in different ways, and to ask questions that appear to be uncomfortable for the respondent. When I began interviewing a couple years ago for another project, I was not very good at coming up with probing questions in the midst of the interview or asking questions that I thought had already been answered. I've improved, mainly because I have found that 1) Interview subjects don't notice when you ask the same question for the third time, particularly when they are spaced out and not asked in the same way; 2) They are likely to give you a different answer to the same question; and 3) When in doubt, probe with "Why?", or "What do you mean by X?" My worst interviews are ones in which I am tired and just want to complete the interview, and thus fail to follow up on a topic. I try to remind myself that I will be angry later when I read the transcript and find nothing useful. Sometimes this works, sometimes not so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On another topic, remember that tonight is the VP debate! I am psyched. I love watching Palin nose-dive, and I am eagerly anticipating another wild ride. Also, Biden is adorable. I kind of love watching him make gaffes as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Apparently Palin decided to visit our neighborhood in Philly last week--she watched the presidential debate from the Irish bar that is three doors down from our apartment, and then had lunch at our favorite deli. What gives? Get out of Philly, Palin!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5081813425123013673-6049941659961008300?l=jessgrad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jessgrad.blogspot.com/feeds/6049941659961008300/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5081813425123013673&amp;postID=6049941659961008300' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5081813425123013673/posts/default/6049941659961008300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5081813425123013673/posts/default/6049941659961008300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessgrad.blogspot.com/2008/10/diagramming-sentences.html' title='Diagramming sentences'/><author><name>Jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05014418098325075286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5081813425123013673.post-2476983847890869296</id><published>2008-09-30T11:48:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-30T11:58:27.497-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Same damn thing, every day</title><content type='html'>My schedule is depressingly rote: wake up at 5:15am, leave the house by 6:15, stop by starbucks for coffee, get to the school a little after 7am. Give out consent forms/check if consent forms are signed/interview students until 2:15, go to the university across the street to work until 5:30, go home to exercise &amp;amp; eat dinner, do two more hours of work, talk to Alison, fall asleep in bed reading, wake up at 2am with the lights on and a book in my lap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bahhhhhh... So I am trying to work some excitement into my life. So far I have ice cream Wednesdays (I go to Graeter's) and coffee &amp;amp; scones on Saturdays (starting this week). Pathetic, I know. Food does make me happy. But not when it is my only source of excitement. I am also going to try to volunteer for the democrats. I initially wanted to do this because I believe in the democratic ticket--and I still do. But now I think my motivation is more that I need human contact apart from teenagers and my parents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other updates...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Research&lt;/strong&gt;: Six more interviews this week brings the total to 11.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Politics&lt;/strong&gt;: I keep meaning to actually read the failed bailout legislation, but have not had time. Although I have a good sense of the overall structure of the bill, I would like to know more. Also, I am trying to think of a good way to talk policy on this blog once in a while, but I haven't figured out a structure &amp;amp; topic that seems appropriate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Midwest&lt;/strong&gt;: I went to the worst yoga class in my life yesterday. It was truly sad. What is WRONG with this place?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5081813425123013673-2476983847890869296?l=jessgrad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jessgrad.blogspot.com/feeds/2476983847890869296/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5081813425123013673&amp;postID=2476983847890869296' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5081813425123013673/posts/default/2476983847890869296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5081813425123013673/posts/default/2476983847890869296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessgrad.blogspot.com/2008/09/same-damn-thing-every-day.html' title='Same damn thing, every day'/><author><name>Jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05014418098325075286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5081813425123013673.post-8440042790413402545</id><published>2008-09-27T08:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-27T09:18:54.416-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Poverty</title><content type='html'>I have completed 5 interviews, and while I cannot say too much about any one interview per se, I feel it is probably okay to talk about them in a general sense. Partially, I wish to write about the interviews because they weigh very heavily on me. These kids are very poor, and have very, very tough lives. Most of them have multiple family members who are quite ill and as a consequence, cannot work. Several of the kids I interviewed have serious health problems themselves. Most live with extended family members. A few have family members in jail and rehab, or who are currently serious drug users. They talk openly about prior abuse, chaotic family lives, and depression. I am shocked by what I hear, to be honest. I did teach in a poor, inner city area. And while I knew of many difficulties in my kid's lives, they were often only shared in bits and pieces, when they became relevant to academic performance or school interactions. In interviews, I get a summary picture of the conflicting pressures on these kids all at once, and it is scary. Not to mention the fact that I think we expect these stories from Black kids, yet are often shielded from the depths of poverty that persist in White communities. While poverty found in Black communities can be more persistent, due to segregation and density, poverty is debilitating in any context.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am amazed these kids have hopes, dreams, and optimism. They are not "planful" (to use Clausen's terminology), but in their circumstances, who would be? These kids don't need "work ethic" or "personal responsibility", buzz words of a political elite ignorant of the lives of the poor. Most of the kids do work, on top of performing child care and extensive chores in their own homes. They need stability and a consistent family life, a good education system, and healthcare.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ironically, the town I am working in is solidly republican. And yet everything I have seen here makes me more angry at conservatives. They argue that keeping healthcare privatized gives families "choices". What choices? To cut spending on food, or cut spending on health? To avoid preventative medicine and turn to the emergency room as a last resort? Arguing that private-run health care is a fiscally conservative stance is plain wrong--preventative medicine is hugely cheaper than fixing problems later. Not to mention the money lost in wages and law suits when companies continually dodge payments for medical care. And while children's health care is a more popular measure to support than universal care, no one thinks about the damage done to kids when their parents don't have access to care. When single parents fall ill, who is there to take care of the home? Who makes sure the kids get to school? Who works? These responsibilities either fall to kids, or they simply fall through the cracks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like the nation, the town I am living in is segregated by race and class. The middle class folks (a minority) live in one small section of town. Their kids attend the honors classes, and have little contact with the rest of the students who take general education classes. Those on the other side of the divide--the working class and poor kids--have a little more perspective. But not much. And this is the problem with the political system. Segregation of any kind is easy to exploit. Where a lack of understanding exists, politicians can exploit it. So the poor become "shiftless" and "lazy". And the wealthy become "elitist" and "out of touch". And there are facts that can be used to augment these stories. Fewer people in poverty work--although no one mentions this is due to illness, depression, and job cuts. And the wealthy are segregated from the poor--due to lax housing regulation, school tracking, and yes, some old-fashioned classism and racism.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do we do? And what do we do first? It is a chicken-egg dilemma, to me: housing, healthcare, education, families, jobs (not to mention, civil and human rights). But I suggest we start with healthcare.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5081813425123013673-8440042790413402545?l=jessgrad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jessgrad.blogspot.com/feeds/8440042790413402545/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5081813425123013673&amp;postID=8440042790413402545' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5081813425123013673/posts/default/8440042790413402545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5081813425123013673/posts/default/8440042790413402545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessgrad.blogspot.com/2008/09/poverty.html' title='Poverty'/><author><name>Jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05014418098325075286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5081813425123013673.post-7061886008800989627</id><published>2008-09-24T12:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-24T13:27:58.710-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Claymates, eat your heart out</title><content type='html'>I was prepared to be dismissive toward Clay's long-overdue coming out day, but after reading the &lt;a href="http://www.people.com/people/article/0,,20228488,00.html"&gt;People magazine story&lt;/a&gt;, I couldn't help but feel a little proud. He's a gay dad! Go, gay dads, go!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In honor of this blog's title, here are my updates...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Research&lt;/strong&gt;: I have completed two interviews! They were a lot of fun, and went much better than I expected. Yay. I have also been applying for jobs. I sent two out a couple of days ago, and I have seven more ready to go tomorrow. I cannot wait to have them all gone. Take them, search committees, and do what you will!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Politics&lt;/strong&gt;: I have become a total political junky. I listen to NPR nonstop, despite getting only partial reception near my school site. I ignore almost all other NY Times stories in favor of the election (and occasionally, Wall Street). I have increased my daily reading to &lt;a href="http://talkingpointsmemo.com/"&gt;Talking Points Memo &lt;/a&gt;(multiple times a day), &lt;a href="http://abcnews.go.com/Politics/TheNote"&gt;The Note&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.rollcall.com/"&gt;Roll Call&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.politico.com/"&gt;Politico&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.huffingtonpost.com/"&gt;Huffington Post&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.tnr.com/"&gt;the New Republic&lt;/a&gt;, and the &lt;a href="http://voices.washingtonpost.com/political-browser/"&gt;Washington Post's political browser&lt;/a&gt;. It's sick, people. Really. If I don't finish my dissertation, you know why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Midwest&lt;/strong&gt;: On the bumper sticker countdown, I have spied two more McCain bumper stickers, to 0 for Obama.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And on the age front...a teacher asked for my "hall pass" today, before realizing I was not a student. And one of my interviewees thought I was 23. The moisterizer is working :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5081813425123013673-7061886008800989627?l=jessgrad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jessgrad.blogspot.com/feeds/7061886008800989627/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5081813425123013673&amp;postID=7061886008800989627' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5081813425123013673/posts/default/7061886008800989627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5081813425123013673/posts/default/7061886008800989627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessgrad.blogspot.com/2008/09/claymates-eat-your-heart-out.html' title='Claymates, eat your heart out'/><author><name>Jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05014418098325075286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5081813425123013673.post-3005629289121970745</id><published>2008-09-22T14:31:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-22T14:41:04.997-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Surveys!</title><content type='html'>I have surveys!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For background: I am in the midwest this Fall to interview high school students about their aspirations. Specifically, I am interviewing junior and senior girls who are interested in health &amp;amp; medicine. Or maybe just the sciences, if I get desperate. The first step in doing this is disseminating surveys to students at the school I am working with, in order to identify the students I can interview. Today I picked up my first set of surveys, completed by the students. Very exciting. I have a little under 28 students identified as good interview subjects, and another 5 to 10 back-ups. I need 60 total, but not all surveys have been turned in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow I'm going to bring consent forms to the school so the students can get their parents' permission. I am hoping that part goes well. I know high school students can be forgetful, particularly with forms. I'm hoping the lure of $15 and getting out of class will bring the consent forms in, though. I am also going to see if I can interview the two students who are 18 and can sign their own consent forms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My favorite response to question, "What job would you like to hold when you are 30 years old?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Baby Doctor"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5081813425123013673-3005629289121970745?l=jessgrad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jessgrad.blogspot.com/feeds/3005629289121970745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5081813425123013673&amp;postID=3005629289121970745' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5081813425123013673/posts/default/3005629289121970745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5081813425123013673/posts/default/3005629289121970745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessgrad.blogspot.com/2008/09/surveys.html' title='Surveys!'/><author><name>Jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05014418098325075286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5081813425123013673.post-1162817814259962578</id><published>2008-09-21T09:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-21T10:01:52.078-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Some people go to Nepal...</title><content type='html'>I go to the Midwest. Ah, the excitement of research in far off places!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so it's not an exciting place. This is the place where Ria called me within a couple of hours of landing at my local airport to ask, "How did you grow up here? There's nothing here!" So true. But I thought blogging would make it more interesting. Or at least it would allow you all to see what I'm up to, should you choose to. I will be somewhat circumspect about my exact location, since I am doing research.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here's my update: I have been here a week, and my research has yet to start. We have been without power for quite some time, and the high school where I am doing my research was closed for several days last week. I cannot tell you how depressing it is to see the sun go down when you know you can't turn on a lamp, watch tv, or cook food. It was a gloomy week indeed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the power eventually came back on (six days later), and I delivered surveys to the high school where I will be doing my research. When I arrived at the school and asked a student working in the counseling office if the head counselor was available, she went to the office and told her that "a parent wanted to see her." Ouch. It made me want to drive straight back home and grab some moisterizer and concealer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been a decent week otherwise. I have been working from a Starbucks and my mother's office. At Starbucks I got into a lengthy conversation with an older man about politics. We agreed on everything except voting (he thought there should be an IQ test to vote, I believe voting should be mandatory for everyone). But he was liberal, which cheered me up. Because I am living in a swing state, and it's depressing. So far I've seen an even number of Obama and McCain bumper stickers. However, my parents' grocery store is selling "charity" ground coffee, where you are supposed to choose to buy either McCain coffee (light roast), Obama coffee (medium roast), or Neither One coffee (dark roast). They give a portion of the sales for each one to a different charity--McCain's is for Veterans, Obama's is for some children's organization (I think). Then they keep count of sales as "votes". So far: McCain 207, Obama 178, Neither 81. Damn. It makes me want to buy coffee.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5081813425123013673-1162817814259962578?l=jessgrad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jessgrad.blogspot.com/feeds/1162817814259962578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5081813425123013673&amp;postID=1162817814259962578' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5081813425123013673/posts/default/1162817814259962578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5081813425123013673/posts/default/1162817814259962578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessgrad.blogspot.com/2008/09/some-people-go-to-nepal.html' title='Some people go to Nepal...'/><author><name>Jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05014418098325075286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
