I have this running joke about how I made life difficult for myself while doing my PhD.
I call it the “DOn’t Do What I Did” brochure. I mentioned this line today to a research acquaintance and he thought I meant- “Don’t Study what I study.” So, in an act of reassuring him I am not so egotistical, i produced the beta version of the brochure:
Also, I made a joking reference to “don’t do what I did.” I think you misunderstood me. Life is too short and being a scholar is too important to get worried about turf wars. I welcome our mutual and complimentary interests. I have a running joke about how I am the poster child for how not to do a dissertation.
- – Don’t do it across an ocean.
- – Don’t use a method you never studied
- – Don’t do mixed method.
- – Don’t have kid(s).
- – Don’t teach FT while dissertating.
And so on…
Filed under life, PhD, writing
One of the folks over at BPP has this amusing story about trying to use eco diapers and findng that “reality overhwlems the good inetentiosn of the crusade.”
Could sum up my challenges in writing too. What to do when the reality is you?
Terra Nova: Practicing trust
Here it strikes me that MMOs sit in a sweet spot between being different enough as a practice to externalize, among other thing, acts of trust and kindness. Yet familiar enough in terms of the generic nature of what’s going on for those acts to have emotional impact – at least some of the time.
This is a very interesting comment from the author- Ren Reynolds. Don’t knwo much about him, but maybe I should look more. Fits in nicely with the “why VWs matter” paper Ted and I are trying to write. And it captures the in-the-middle, sweet spot I have been imagining between total disarticualtion of real world identity and VW identity on the one hand and tight coupling or specified articulation (buying on ebay, buying on Amazon? LinkedIn?) on the other. In SL, to juice up, or catalyze, the ferment of the world, there has to be enough distancingto activate playfulness, but enough peresistence and accountability to allow community to emerge (at least at player-player level) and norm reinforcement (we used to call it social control) to operate.
Miracles and Nasty Surprises
This blog is an experiment in presenting an academic work for public commentary. We have taken the web introduction to our book Miracles and Nasty Surprises (found at http://remedy101.com) and converted it into smaller segments. Each segment is available for commentary (call this the talmudic approach).
The authors of the above book used a blog to try and spark discussion. They broke the introduction up into discrete chunks and blogged each chunk. neat idea.
Possible book for teaching org theory?
One of the boons of Web 2.0 technologies, like tagging, folksonomies, and social bookmarking, is that it gives a mental pack rat like me an immense feeling of relief and empowerment. I used to try and clip articles form newspapers and journals I thought were important. Back in the days before the internets, I mean. WIth browsers and bookmarks, I found myself saving bookmarks willy-nilly. And e-mails. The problems was that using a file architecture to manage all these handles (a small handle to grab to access more in-depth knowledge) became itself a time suck and a mental burden.
Searchability is key for me. That is one thing i learned from Gmail. It wsa liberating to simply abandon the compulsion to keep and organize old emails. By letting go and adopting a problem-solving mentality, I realized I could rely on my own mind to offer key words to search for relevant emails as I needed to find them.
Now delicious (and digg to a lesser extent) enable the same shift from organizing for organization’s sake to tagging and dropping (tag it and drop it till you need it). I can organize myself and my time instead of organizing my files, bookmarks, handles, etc.
This summer I want to keep streamlining. I still need and use paper copies of important articles. Just as I look through my delicious bookmarks or blog for ideas, I want to go to a file folder and review the articles there.