tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-91748186629938820052024-02-20T09:30:18.249-06:00Daktari<b>Trail blazing after 40</b>Daktarihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08291715601733518982noreply@blogger.comBlogger545125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9174818662993882005.post-86813520516227229912012-06-06T13:12:00.000-05:002012-06-06T13:16:19.613-05:00Motivations for a DoctoratePeople have asked me and I have asked others undertaking the road toward a doctorate: “What motivated you to do this?”
It’s a legitimate question. A doctorate is a gauntlet that you enter naively, regret while pursuing it, and with any luck at all, will think was worth it when you emerge from the other side. I can’t know yet whether that last part will be true, but I do hold out hope that I Daktarihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08291715601733518982noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9174818662993882005.post-1225319991561781102012-02-10T14:22:00.000-06:002012-02-10T14:22:13.929-06:00This lady is awesome.Daktarihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08291715601733518982noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9174818662993882005.post-83508362351719074662012-01-29T22:33:00.000-06:002012-01-29T22:33:07.533-06:00Who am I and where did I come from?In my last post, Liv brought up an interesting point.
I think stepping outside of the box you grew up in has to be one of the toughest but most rewarding things that a person can do--it takes a bit of courage most of us don't even possess... and a way of thinking that feels unnatural.
I don't know who you were when you first lived in Kentucky, but you've made me curious to know which 'roots' Daktarihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08291715601733518982noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9174818662993882005.post-60967879652001311862012-01-28T13:02:00.000-06:002012-01-28T13:02:45.089-06:00On Not Getting the Job (aka On Why I Can't Go Home Again)For the past 7 months, I've been living with my sister in Kentucky. I got a nice professional position at a local university about two hours from the town where I grew up. I am closer to my family. I should be happy, right?
Wrong. I'm miserable.
Well, maybe that's overstating it. I'm not miserable. I'm uncomfortable. I'm uneasy here. And the reason for this generalized ajada? I feel Daktarihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08291715601733518982noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9174818662993882005.post-55905287849194221352011-12-29T12:03:00.001-06:002011-12-29T12:40:22.524-06:00OCDI've had a lot of thoughts lately about things I want to discuss here, but finding the time to put those thoughts into words has been a real problem for me over the past six months.
Today, I read two interesting articles on memory (specifically forgetting) and obsessive-compulsive disorder. The first article discussed willful forgetting and the second discussed compulsive behaviors. Related, Daktarihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08291715601733518982noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9174818662993882005.post-75788087277354315812011-07-23T15:23:00.001-05:002011-07-23T15:25:17.198-05:00Things I've Learned About Myself1. I don't have any problems making decisions. I have problems with procrastination and overeating, but I do not have a problem making a decision and feeling fairly confident that it will work out. I say this because I know some people struggle mightily with decision making...my mother, for example, finds it impossible to make decisions. She can't even decide what to order at a restaurant Daktarihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08291715601733518982noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9174818662993882005.post-61025613088292675892011-07-18T23:02:00.001-05:002011-07-19T20:34:16.285-05:00Your moment of ZenClick the pic for a wonderful video.
From
Daktarihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08291715601733518982noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9174818662993882005.post-91783634997323289432011-07-10T09:59:00.000-05:002011-07-10T09:59:53.789-05:00I swear I'm still aliveIt has been a whirlwind summer. I got a full-time job that I LOVE working for the forest service. I got a full-time job for next year teaching in Kentucky. I have tried, but generally failed to get some research done while working full time this summer. The problem here is that my job if physically taxing and time-consuming. On my three days off per week, I generallyDaktarihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08291715601733518982noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9174818662993882005.post-70360951687699784622011-06-25T10:59:00.000-05:002011-06-25T10:59:00.237-05:00What's my name?When I was born, my parents named me after a paternal great grandmother, Nancy Brown. She was the mother of my paternal grandmother. She was a tall woman. She had a long face and loose lips when she spoke. I found her mildly disturbing. Her husband Frank, on the other hand, always reminded me of Peter Pan. He never seemed to grow up and always, even when he wasDaktarihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08291715601733518982noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9174818662993882005.post-16884746727748574212011-06-11T09:19:00.003-05:002011-06-11T10:18:47.227-05:00Tea Party Platform, A Laughable ListThis is helpful.
Climate Change Deniers
Debt Default Deniers
Tax Relief for Billionaires
According to a NY Times/CBS poll add the following to the Tea Party platform:
42% believe we should reduce legal immigration from present levels (scared white people, anyone?)
81% support something *other* than gay marriage
53% believe Roe v. Wade was a *bad thing*
Racist anyone?
Tea Party leader Mark Daktarihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08291715601733518982noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9174818662993882005.post-89868482974743751822011-05-23T21:16:00.000-05:002011-05-23T21:16:30.042-05:00My greatest fearMy greatest fear if I take this job and move to Kentucky is that I will die of boredom. Kentucky just holds no allure for me anymore. And living with my sister? And her son? And that God-awful dog of his?
And working my butt off and wondering when I'll find the time to do my research? But it's just the knowing that I have done just about every touristy thing that Daktarihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08291715601733518982noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9174818662993882005.post-53025389810452814232011-05-09T09:25:00.000-05:002011-05-09T09:25:58.950-05:00On marriageI'm too nice.
I spent my entire weekend doing a couple I barely know an incredible favor. This is the couple. They are friends of friends of mine. The only reason I was invited to the wedding is because I have a nice camera. They wanted me to take photos. Actually, they asked if I would come take photos at the rehearsal and dinner, and I agreed. Then the Daktarihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08291715601733518982noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9174818662993882005.post-11409961170641641542011-04-24T01:30:00.000-05:002011-04-24T01:30:27.678-05:00Why and when it's okay for girls to be rudeI have been reading a book this evening called Talk to the Hand by Lynne Truss. She, the author of the grammarian handbook, Eats, Shoots and Leaves, has written a quick read on the loss of manners and rise of rudeness in our society. It found it an interesting read. It is the curse of every generation to watch the decline of civilized behavior in every generation that Daktarihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08291715601733518982noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9174818662993882005.post-21105663652108145682011-03-20T11:14:00.002-05:002011-03-20T11:22:26.124-05:00Spring cleaning: Less Stuff, More Fun!It seems that I will be staying in C'dale for the summer. I have found suitable employment and am being given time to complete my degree. However, in the rush that I thought my life would be if I had actually gotten that job--the interview for which I thought I had "aced"--I had already began thinking about moving.
Moving costs money--something I have precious little of. I am not Daktarihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08291715601733518982noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9174818662993882005.post-60039565002626394202011-03-13T20:42:00.001-05:002011-03-13T20:43:08.480-05:00I love demoSo I've been seeing this guy. We'll call him Carlos. And he came to see me in January. And the date went well, but when he went to leave it was dark. And he backed out of my driveway and ran over the wheelchair ramp.
He knocked it a good foot and a half toward the street. He went up over top of it and his wheels crushed the boards and sort of fell into the ramp. &Daktarihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08291715601733518982noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9174818662993882005.post-79841320506959965752011-03-06T22:29:00.003-06:002011-03-07T09:28:16.515-06:00Women I admireLife is a roller coaster. It goes way too slow uphill and way too fast down. It has lots of interesting twists and turns. Sometimes you can't see around the next corner. Sometimes you can and wish you couldn't. But that is how life goes. And the people we pass along the way may all become just a blur, but we usually remember the ones that held our hands throughDaktarihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08291715601733518982noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9174818662993882005.post-80332610093982873532011-03-04T11:59:00.000-06:002011-03-04T11:59:37.476-06:00On how I came to be flashed by a police officer Don't blame me. Liv asked.
Over the past week or so, a work crew (See: chain gang) has been working in our town. It's a group of roughly ten inmates, mostly black, dressed in denim jumpsuits and wearing bright orange toboggans. They have been sweeping gravel out of the gutter, picking up trash, and raking leaves in the park. They are quiet, polite, and friendly.
Daktarihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08291715601733518982noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9174818662993882005.post-52111992264306914832011-03-01T09:45:00.000-06:002011-03-01T09:45:09.982-06:00Spring is tryingDaktarihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08291715601733518982noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9174818662993882005.post-37531702299253129012011-02-28T22:50:00.000-06:002011-02-28T22:50:55.472-06:00Days like thisMake me wish I had a telephoto lens.Daktarihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08291715601733518982noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9174818662993882005.post-4731410204736349732011-02-25T22:52:00.001-06:002011-02-25T22:55:07.016-06:00Taking Back ControlToday, I was happy. It's been a long time since I was happy. Sure, a police officer exposed himself to me, and that didn't necessarily add to my happiness, but I overcame that, found the humor in it and integrated it into my happy day. I was cheerful and playful with my co-workers. Even those who have done me some grave injustices lately.
It was such an unusual Daktarihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08291715601733518982noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9174818662993882005.post-6714719629637490752011-02-18T00:23:00.000-06:002011-02-18T00:23:28.417-06:00When everything gets in the wayI detest negativity in my life. I'm don't consider myself a defeatist. I' believe the future is bright and I generally feel very positive about the future. I almost always have something to look forward to. I believe with all my heart that my life situation is primarily what I make it. I've always been engaged in things that affect me. I've always desired Daktarihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08291715601733518982noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9174818662993882005.post-56489606550366979932011-02-14T09:42:00.000-06:002011-02-14T09:42:01.594-06:00Thanks, I needed thatDaktarihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08291715601733518982noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9174818662993882005.post-37589179071733623372011-01-30T21:56:00.000-06:002011-01-30T21:56:43.562-06:00A Good SignToday, I got up off my arse and did some things around here. "Oh", you might say, "And why should we be so impressed by that?" Because I haven't done anything around here in weeks. So today, I got busy.
I did 7 loads of laundry, including two down jackets, all the dog beds, my sheets and blankets, my gym clothes and towels, and the normal laundry.
I took stock of my food situation and made Daktarihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08291715601733518982noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9174818662993882005.post-80299975680856088502011-01-28T10:54:00.000-06:002011-01-28T10:54:23.652-06:00Res ipsa loquiturDaktarihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08291715601733518982noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9174818662993882005.post-73614209212320293912011-01-26T00:16:00.002-06:002011-01-26T00:16:35.175-06:00I don't think anyone reads my blog anymoreI guess I should post more regularly. Maybe readership will pick up again.
Boo. :(Daktarihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08291715601733518982noreply@blogger.com3