a little bit more about me

My name is Beth and I accidentally have found myself living in Arizona but I'm originally from Tennessee. My education is in history and anthropology, which means that I know a little about a lot of things and can hold my own at a cocktail party in mixed company. I work in museums, doing all sorts of things ranging from researching and writing exhibits to cataloguing absolute wickety wak. I love comedy, baking, photography, my daughter, dogs, and above all else, napping.*

* 2013 edit: Oh yeah, and my new son too.

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    Sunday
    Sep282014

    A sad, sad silver lining

    Yesterday I was all wrapped up in how down in the dumps we sometimes get about the job market. Today, I think the universe must have heard me because lookee here:

    The Experts the Ebola Response May Need: Anthropologists

    One day, the job market looks like total crap. The next it looks like...well, there may soon be tons of anthropologists in need. For a reason that's not. at. all. depressing.

    Sigh.

     

    Friday
    Sep262014

    I'll be over here, avoiding the interwebz

    One article that's been making the rounds this week - at least in my inbox and on my feed - is this one from Slate that attempts to demystify the academic job application process for non-academics. I had made myself a deal to stop reading anything about the job market. Because it's all too familiar that the tenure-track job market is bleak at best. Or that winning a tenure-track job isn't all it's cracked up to be. And that even full-time non-tenure-track jobs are scarce as teaching gets farmed out to adjuncts. And that Ph.Ds continue to face the choice of either accepting the unsustainble pay and working conditions that come with being an adjuct or opting out of their academic field altogether. There may be 100 reasons to go online and find out why you should not go to grad school. But especially if you're about to graduate with a Ph.D, you just might want to avoid the web altogether.

    If you don't, you'll be faced with articles like that Slate one. But at least that one comes in handy for explaining to friends & family why this any time of year is a terrible time to ask an academic "So....how's the job search going?" As you can guess, for some reason, I read it, hoping it would be...I don't know, funny, maybe? That we could all chuckle at how ridiculously awful the prospects are and how tiny the chances of landing something. See? The potential for hilarity is oh Jesus they just used the phrase 'existential death spiral.' Closing that tab.

    In my house, we're already knee deep in hopelessness about this year's market in My Better Half™'s field. So far there are seven - SEVEN! - jobs nationwide that he at least sort of qualifies for. As we read a result from the job alerts we subscribe to, we even hold out hope because we've seen several that open with "The ideal candidate will teach..." YES HE TEACHES ALL OF THOSE AND HAS GREAT TEACHING EVALUATIONS AND

    Oh.

    That's when we scroll down to the qualifications and realize the futility in applying. Sometimes it's because every last minimum and desired qualification is aimed at demonstrating the candidate's success at securing *research* dollars - nothing whatsoever about teaching experience and abilities. Sometimes it's because the job specifies "Strong preference for research experience in the river beds of southeastern Ohio" or some sh*t like that. And sometimes - and I'm not even making this up - it's because the job specifies that while you should have a Ph.D. in one field, you should also have Ph.D.-level research expertise in another entirely different field too. Sorry, we didn't realize he should have been pursuing a dual Ph.D. in anthropology and pediatric dentistry at the same time. Sure, he'll still apply because we know that nobody is ever a perfect match for any job in any field. But who knows? Maybe there is that one candidate out there who matches all those qualifications more closely. (There usually is when it comes to academics).

    Luckily, My Better Half™ got real with himself two years ago as he began to track the academic jobs and determined that if teaching was his desired end game, he would pursue community college jobs, where work is all about teaching and not 100% research-focused. Wait. Where do community colleges list their jobs? Our job alerts at Chronicle of Higher Education and HigherEdJobs.com are surfacing only university - and the occasional yet even more highly coveted private liberal arts college - jobs. As time passed, we began to wonder about this more and more. After a year of receiving these job alerts, we had seen only one community college job. Perhaps they just don't advertise nationally? We finally broke down and sheepishly emailed the advice columnist at the Chronicle of Higher Ed who covers the community college job market, and he responded that community college jobs are typically posted at HigherEdJobs.com. Oh, well, let me go in and alter our search alert so that

    Sonofab*tch.

    Our HigherEdJobs alert HAS been set to include community college jobs for the TWO YEARS we have had it set up. It's just that there haven't been any community college jobs for the alert to capture. 

    Some days it's easier than others to say "F it. We'll just take our own path and opt out of this academic job crisis nonsense and figure out plan B and life will be just fine." Other days, it's harder to see how to make our way out of path dependency. Especially when you open an article only to be faced with a nice summary of all the work required to apply, only to face such terrible odds.

    Monday
    Sep222014

    introducing my high carb diet

    My work just got infinitely better.

    There is a new French bistro.

    Adjacent. To. My. Building.

    I could go ahead and post my "before" picture here. The "after" will be 35 lbs heavier.

    Friday
    Sep122014

    Shart week

    Dawdler Toddler Preschooler: Mom, we learned DON'T touch sharps. They're sharp!

    Me: Sharps?

    Dawdler Toddler Preschooler: No, wait. Not sharps. <thinking...> Sharts.

    Me: Sharts?

    Dawdler Toddler Preschooler: Yes, sharts. Swimming in the ocean. Sharts.

    Tuesday
    Sep092014

    unfiltered thoughts: flying pigs

    Me: "...when pigs fly."

    My Better Half: "Can you imagine how big a pig's wings would have to be for a pig to FLY?"

    "...And they'd be all bacony too. Mmmm. Giant bacony buffalo wings. I'd eat those."