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Travel Course: Chicago

September 19, 2011

Chicago Skyline
Last night there was informal junior faculty mixer at a local restaurant in the old train depot that’s near our campus. Since I do love me some trains, I was thrilled with the venue. And at one point in the evening when my social veneer had dropped a bit, I began to reveal just how fascinated I am by railroads (for those of you who don’t know me, let’s just say that when I bought my kids a toy wooden train set it was probably more for me than for them–and I won’t reveal here how much I enjoyed setting up elaborate railway systems around our living room)…

In the midst of my railroad enthusiasm a colleague mentioned to me that I should construct a ‘travel course’ around the theme of 19th-century American railways (my university offers many very popular travel courses during the interterm and summer) with Chicago as the ‘hub’ of the course.  In that vein, here’s my idea: (more…)

A personal philosophy of “free”

November 16, 2010

Outdoor class in January.
About 10 years ago when I started back to school in pursuit of my PhD (prior to that I’d been a suburban housewife), I realized I would have to simplify my life in order to focus my energy on my academic pursuits.

So I started decluttering in preparation for moving to an on-campus apartment that would be half the size of our condo. In that process I toted big bags of clothing, toys, and household goods to the Goodwill truck that was 4 miles away every week. Somewhere around then I learned about Freecycle, a global network of local listservs where members can give and receive free items. I joined the group and was soon ‘hooked’–loving that I could give items directly to someone that needed them rather than trekking to the Goodwill drop off station. There was huge satisfaction in sharing my extra stuff others–so much so that I became a moderator for the group and helped it to expand into the university area.

Giving and sharing became a bigger part of my lifestyle as I developed extended networks of freecyclers. It seemed ridiculous for all of us to own separate instances of various obscure items when it was so easy to share.

This attitude carried into my work as a scholar, too, as I was zealous to share what I knew via workshops, blogs, and informal networks. It seemed that the karma of sharing never failed to pay off–I watched my colleague’s cat and he helped me proofread an article. Or she shared her guest parking pass and I loaned her that book she needed for their undergraduate lecture. And so forth.

As my work became increasingly digital, I embraced free tools and opensource software to get the job done. Zotero, WordPress, and GoogleSuite were my mainstays, with a variety of others like Prezi and Hiveminder and Doodle adding to my productivity. Likewise, I taught others what I knew about these tools freely, via workshops and working groups and coffee meetups. It seemed only right to ‘pay it forward’ by sharing what I knew with others–and often in doing so I learned just as much as I taught others, because their questions prompted me to dive deeper into a tool than I had on my own.

While I realize that much of the academy is bounded by a tuition paywall and a variety of disciplinary fortifications, I believe in sharing freely–both within and without my department and my institution. For example, there are students who attend my classes who aren’t officially registered and no one pays me for the podcasts I produce or the efforts I invest in projects like Anthologize or The Past’s Digital Presence conference.  Some people might think me foolish to work so hard on projects simply for the love of doing so and not because of a paycheck, I didn’t enter into academia because I was someone who expected to make money off of my efforts. I did so because I wanted to share my ideas with the world. Perhaps I’ve been lucky that the skills I learned while doing “free” work have evolved into a paying job. But I don’t think it was luck, it was years of intellectual curiosity and a willingness to speak out, stand up, reach out, volunteer, practice, and then pass it along to others.

What about you, do you have a philosophy of “free”?  If so, how did it develop and what is its impact on your career trajectory?

reflection

October 4, 2010

Cross-posted from my soloblog.

As part of organizing my new office at Chapman University, I’m moving most of my academic books from the shelves in my living room over to campus. Every time I pull a history book off the shelf it brings back memories of the specific graduate school seminar where we studied that work. So in packing the bags of books I’m also re-living much of my graduate school experience. There are so many memories held in those pages! Most of all, it is sitting around the seminar table in the basement of Murray Krieger Hall and grappling with the ways we imagine the past and the best practices for doing our own writing about it. I remember failures. And moments where I really “got” an idea as brilliantly as a lightbulb turning on inside my head.

My journey through graduate school has not been easy–balancing my family’s needs with my own need to write and study has meant major sleep derivation, and sometimes half-baked scholarship. In those seven years since I started graduate school I’ve battled a life-threatening illness, I’ve left my Mormon community behind, and I’ve become a person that would be hardly-imaginable to my 32 year-old self. When I signed up to get a PhD I didn’t know exactly what to expect, but it certainly wasn’t all that!

So many of those thoughts where swirling around in my mind when I came across a dusty copy of The History of Tooele County. It was a gift from Mike Davis, the historian-writer who strongly urged me to attend graduate school and was an ardent supporter of my creative nonfiction writing. I’d written about my Utah family and their problematic relationship to the land that’s poisoned by the Kennecott mines that loom so close nearby. Mike talked with me about the Iosepa cemetery, which is one of my all-favorite burial grounds (a close second to the Pleasant Green cemetery). He understood the tensions I felt between my bone-deep allegiance to the place of my family and to the utopian promise of the “West,” while also validating why I felt so betrayed by the Mormon naivete that “all is well” in Zion. One day we walked along the beach in San Diego as we talked about all of this, and he asked me how I could continue to believe in the Mormon church, knowing all I did about its failings. I looked at my kids who were running in the waves alongside us and thought of Davis’ own wife who was about ready to give birth to twins.

“I love them so much,” I said, pointing to my kids. “How could I ever live with the constant overwhelming fear of losing them if I didn’t believe in eternal families? I can’t not believe that they will always be with me.”

He replied to me on an equally deep level, expressing his love for his children, and his fears for their futures.

There was something about walking along the rocks and sand and waves that cemented that interaction in my mind long after it was over, and all of that returned as I held the old book in my hands yesterday. It’s been a few years since I chatted with Mike and since then I’ve faced down a lot of fear. I no longer feel the same sense of needing to believe in Mormon cosmology to assuage my concerns about losing my children, even though I do constantly worry about their safety.

It brings to mind some favorite lines from a Mary Oliver poem, “Little Summer Poem Touching the Subject of Faith”:

And therefore, let the immeasurable come.
Let the unknowable touch the buckle of my spine,
Let the wind turn in the trees,
and the mystery hidden in dirt

swing through the air.
How could I look at anything in this world
and tremble, and grip my hands over my heart?
What should I fear?

One morning
in the leafy green ocean
the honeycomb of the corn’s beautiful body
is sure to be there.

Using Laptops in the Classroom?

September 30, 2010

Recently a colleague in my graduate school department sent around a link to a New York Times article that discouraged students from using a laptop in the classroom. A salient quote:

“When you leave your room for class, leave the laptop behind. In a
lecture, you’ll only waste your time and your parents’ money, disrespect
your professor and annoy whomever is trying to pay attention around you by
spending the whole hour on Facebook.

You don’t need a computer to take notes — good note-taking is not
transcribing. All that clack, clack, clacking … you’re a student, not a
court reporter. And in seminar or discussion sections, get used to being
around a table with a dozen other humans, a few books and your ideas.
After all, you have the rest of your life to hide behind a screen during
meetings.”

— CHRISTINE SMALLWOOD, Ph.D. student in English and American literature at
Columbia

Because I’m me, I responded rather stridently, explaining why classroom technology is in fostering digital literacy (I’m talking about learning that goes beyond FaceBook, of course). A vigorous discussion ensued on our listserv that included several examples of good tech use and bad tech use in the classroom. I now we’ve visited this topic before on HCE, but it seems time for a fresh discussion…

So are you of the mind that laptops hinder learning and student engagement? Or do you find that you can harness your students’ interest in technology in positive ways to augment the classroom experience?

Saturday Sprints

September 28, 2010

This past Saturday I was dutifully plugging away at dissertation writing when I took a break and popped over to my twitter stream for a few minutes.  There I found several friends were also in the midst of Saturday writing projects.  One of them, Julie Meloni (@jcmeloni) had started a game of our parallel work, suggesting the we all “sprint” together to keep focused on our writing.  She tweeted:

Then at the top of the hour:

And after 30 more minutes:

We kept up in the same way (with 30min sprints and 15min in between) for most of the day. It didn’t matter that most of us were writing from different regions of the country, and were all working on different projects. When we checked in with Julie, she heartily congratulated each of our efforts.

This process kept me on task, kept me motivated, and make me feel as though every small increment of progress was worthy of celebration.

So…the next time you’ve got an afternoon of work ahead, drop me a line on twitter (@janaremy).  Perhaps we can sprint our way to the finish line together.

Some thoughts from my “One Week” experience

August 9, 2010

path well-traveled
I believe in taking my time to do things.  In the last city where I lived, I purposefully avoided the freeways and took sidestreets across town because I loved the journey.  Sure, it took longer, but I enjoyed the scenery so much along the way, I didn’t mind setting off extra-early.  Similarly, I think getting a PhD is not just about arriving at the dissertation destination.  It’s not the end product that matters so much as the intellectual journey along the way.

However, I recently had an experience that caused me to re-think some of my “joy in the journey” approach to my graduate work.  I participated in an intense one-week long exercise, “One Week | One Tool,” to build a tool with a team of eleven other Humanities scholars.  We accomplished our goal by giving ourselves concrete deadlines all along the way.  I was on the “Outreach” subgroup of the team which meant that my daily goals included having to choose our project by Tuesday, have a name by Wednesday, having a logo by Thursday, taglines & schwag by Friday, etc (my daily summaries can be found here if you are interested).  The “Dev” part of the team had similar benchmarks in their process that involved various aspects of the coding process, as did the “User Experience” subgroup.

So now that I’ve settled into my post-”One Week” life, I’m thinking about how I can apply what I’ve learned to make my work more efficient.  I’m thinking of those days from early grad school when I would often sit down to a blank Word.doc knowing that it needed to be 15 pages by noon the next day.  And somehow I just cranked stuff out and got it done.  But now that I’m in classes with such hard deadlines, I think my writing muscles have become a bit flabby.  While  I’m not going to go with the “One Week | One Dissertation” model (although I’d love to see someone try that), I think it is time to get more aggressive with my work and stop meandering down so many side-paths.

What about you, do you have any thoughts on the value of working fast and hard to deadlines versus moving more slowly towards the end-goal?  Have you experimented with each of these modes of work?  If so, which worked better for you?

Creating an Online Portfolio, Part 2

May 24, 2010

My efforts to create an online portfolio continue.  In the process I’ve altered the categories somewhat, and have weighed how much to reveal about my various online niches.  For example, in some online communities I am most well-known for my decision to leave the LDS Church and my blogposts about this choice and the ensuing church discipline against my husband.  But in other communities I’m known for my posts about my experiences with cancer and a disability.  Neither of these are aspects of oneself that would necessarily be revealed in an academic job interview–particularly because prejudices can be so strong about religion and ability.  However, because a simple google search would easily reveal this information about me, I’ve chosen to integrate my writings on these topics into my online portfolio.

While I presented at UCSB’s “Literature. Culture. Media Slam” last Friday, I showcased my online portfolio and spoke with attendees about the pros and cons of aggregating such information for a search committee.  I asked whether the group thought this was dangerous to one’s employ-ability, and the consensus was that because of google we can’t hide much nowadays, so it’s better to “own” it and collate it ourselves (or for those with common names, it’s helpful to distinguish ourselves from all of the other “John Smiths” that appear on google).

Even more than the content of the portfolio, I’ve struggled with the overall tone of the site.  I want it to reflect my ‘playful’ online persona, but also show that I’m a serious scholar.  The decision to feature my colorful bookshelves seemed a good way to illustrate both the artistic and serious sides of myself.  I also wanted the site to be solidly functional–with clear navigation and static content (note the lack of widgets or any web 2.0 interactivity).  My intention is that this will keep the site usable for the less-tech-savvy hiring-committee faculty who might be perusing my profile.  But have I gone too far and made a terribly vanilla-boring list of links?  Also, do you think the simplicity of the site downplays my technical acuity?

I welcome your feedback: http://janaremy.wordpress.com.

Creating an Online Portfolio

May 17, 2010

My online presence is an ever-evolving thing. From posting to listservs in the 90s to blogging under pseudonym a decade ago, to establishing an identity under my “real” name (though, in fact, that is a rather tenuous thing given that I can’t seem to make up my mind on how I express my middle and maiden name),  to creating seamless technological interactions between all aspects of my life–I recently decided that it’s time to create an online portfolio of my writings and activities. I want my portfolio to reflect the varied fabric of my life, as well as be professional. I want it to show the wide variety of my activities, but not be so TMI that search committees will run the other way.

At first I thought this portfolio would be as easy as creating tabs for each section of my CV and then cutting and pasting the relevant information. But it’s not. I’m adding hyperlinks and screenshots. I have hopes of including the significant mentions of my work from around the web, and to add RSS feeds from my current online spaces. On one page I even intend to add a timeline of my work, showing the major academic and professional events since I completed my undergraduate study. This is turning into a much larger project than I originally anticipated, and I’m not yet sure that it will be useful–or even appropriate–when it’s completed.  As it stands, I have several tabs for the site, including Publications, Education, Talks, Teaching, Online Presence, and Collaborations.  Several of these larger headings also have subheadings, such as the Publications tab having a drop-down menu showing Book Chapters, Journal Articles, and Online Writing.

In order to justify some of the time spent on this project, I’m teaching myself the features of the latest iteration of WordPress as I go along…but I still wonder if this online form is worthwhile and whether it will be an asset to me to have this much information about me aggregated into one space.  It’s certainly better than FaceBook, because it features my skills more prominently than my latest camping photos.  But what do you think?  Would you create an online portfolio?  If so, what concerns would you have about this process?

Balancing Act

April 26, 2010

This picture, taken by my spouse, is emblematic of the craziness of our lives this past few months.  So many balls up in the air, so many commitments, so many opportunities, so many tasks filling up our daily To-Do lists.  While there’s a thrill to being so busy, there’s also this dreaded sense of “dropping the ball” when urgent tasks take precedence.

I use an excellent Task  Management system, Hiveminder, and I diligently update my GoogleCalendar to keep myself organized.  But there are some days I wish I could just let all of that go, and just be for awhile without tasks pressing down on all sides.  I worry sometimes about the stress of doing so much, but then I realize that I need to keep up the momentum if I hope to be competitive on the job market.  There are articles to write, dissertation revisions to make, emails to be written, and a pile of papers that needs my attention. I also insure that I exercise daily and eat well–knowing that my health should be at the top of my personal priorities.  But some days by the time I’ve done my laps in the pool, cooked meals, and worked for 8 hours….there’s just nothing left for family, friends, or my self.

*Picture by John Remy, used with permission.

Organized Reading (for graduate school and beyond)

March 8, 2010

As I started graduate school and saw just how much reading I would be doing, I realized that I would need a solid plan to keep all of my notes organized.  I bought a copy of EndNote bibliographic software.  Each book (or article) I read or discussed in a seminar, I added to my EndNote library with the relevant information and notes.

Because my spouse was also a graduate student and our disciplines occasionally overlapped, we  adopted a strategy for organizing our books to avoid duplication and to enable easy retrieval (at that point we had already acquired over two thousand books between us).  We started using BookCollector software to record book data and added a sticker to the spine of each one with the appropriate locational details.  Nonfiction books were shelved by the Library of Congress number.  Fiction books were shelved by category and author’s name.

Recently, I’ve migrated to using Zotero for book notes (and bibliographies) and we now use LibraryThing for book cataloging.  But the basic system is the same: every book we own gets a sticker and an entry in LibraryThing.  Every book I read (or want to read), along with my notes, goes into my Zotero library.  (more…)

Keeping the Conference Going: Reflections and a Podcast from “The Past’s Digital Presence”

February 22, 2010

I confess that this past year I’ve become a bit of a conference junkie–I anticipate and enjoy each one more than I probably should (I never knew being a historian could be so fun!)

It used to be that when I attended conferences I felt awkward and nervous. They were overwhelming–so many smart people and so many unfamiliar faces. I would usually sit alone at the back of the sessions and leave as soon as they were over. It was overly self-conscious that if I talked to someone I would betray my own lack of knowledge on any given topic. This change in my attitude towards conferences is probably primarily due to greater experience with such events. Twitter has undoubtedly helped, too–I often find an instant community through the dropping of a few hashtags. (more…)

Bridges

February 8, 2010

Lido bridge at low tide
Since I started paddling an outrigger canoe through the Newport harbor, I’ve gone under a lot of bridges. I learned, very quickly, that the current around bridges can be unpredictable–even dangerously so. In my small boat if I hit a bridge it means that I’ll likely end up going for an unintentional swim and the blow from hitting a cement pylon can easily cause irreparable damage to my fragile canoe.

As I paddled under a low-lying bridge last week and heard the uncanny echo of water and wind through that space, I realized why trolls always live under bridges in folktales. Bridges are important places–necessary crossroads. But they are also liminal places where danger lurks. It might be in the form of a malintentioned someone hiding in the shadows, or it might be a whirl of current that pulls the boat toward a cement piling encrusted with mussel shells. Whatever the possibilities, bridge-crossings demand heightened attention.

Like the dangers of the bridges that I face as I paddle around segments of the harbor, there seem to be trolls lurking around the bridges of academia, too. (more…)

The blogging life

January 25, 2010

speaking 2, by K
Three years ago I outed myself as a blogger–to both the folks in my department and beyond, as I started using my real name online in places that could link back to my identity as a graduate student. Prior to that, my blogging was something that I did on the side, pseudonymously. However, for a variety of reasons, it seemed time to meld my online and real-life identities.

Two years ago I wrote a post on my History blog about the “seduction” of the blogging life, and how it was an asset to my work as a scholar. I explained,

Yet what I find the most seductive about blogging is the continued experimentation. It’s a challenge to find something new to say every day and to find new ways of saying it (especially when my life is just a mundane mix of grad school, parenting, and spiritual seeking–it’s hard to imagine more boring story fodder). So I have to think about how best to ‘hook’ my readers, how to provoke a response, and how to write with such skill that my posts are linked by larger blogs. (more…)

Venting some steam, holiday-style

December 14, 2009

With the recent University of California budget crisis and resulting decline in financial support for graduate students, a feeling of discouragement is endemic in my department. It’s difficult to be enthusiastic in the classroom when the UC President openly disses the Humanities and the job prospects are grim. Added to that is the trauma from the recent murder of a neighbor.

Shared via the Creative Commons from flickr user kendrak

Oh, and by the way,  many of us graduate students just received letters informing us that we’ll soon be forced to move from our somewhat-affordable old campus apartments and into newer and more-expensive high-rise campus housing.  Though staff and faculty are working hard to support us through this tough time (even while they, too, are taking similar hits in job security and/or salary), morale is at an all-time low. (more…)

Haunted by the Strangling Angel (of History)

December 1, 2009

I’m a historian because I’m haunted. The words and names from the archives surface in my thoughts and dreams…as I immerse myself in their world, their stories become mine. Am I like a clan storyteller, curating and re-telling the memories from long ago? Or am I merely that eccentric cat lady with no life of her own, her piles of papers and a worn laptop offering ample space for escape from the real world? Though I now sit in an overstuffed chair in my suburban living room with the ambient sound of a lawnmower outside, I am not really here. I am at the sickbed. Hearing a young child’s chest heave and rise, reminding me of my son. (more…)


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