Back to it.

Been a long while; much has happened, and I’m not sure where I left off: got the PhD, adjuncted and post-doc’d for a few years while Book One was published, left/rejected by the academy, now working in public history administration.  But the academic work/forced march moves on, and I’m in the midst of revising my old MA thesis into a book for an academic press.  I promised this book about ten years ago, and it’s time to deliver.  Turns out, though, that it’s tough to write when you’re fundraising, managing/being managed by a board of directors, taking care of personnel issues (read: firing people), and so forth.  But I’m called to the research and writing for both practical (career options) and metaphysical (pursuit of truth, life of the mind, etc.) reasons.  When I was dissertating, I found it useful to track my per-day-word-count, so I’ll start that again here:

Started with 3,964 words

Ended two-hour  writing session with 4,229 words

That’s 335 words, or about one paragraph.

Not bad for the first day getting back to it.

Making them Love Me

I just came back from an on-campus interview (for a job I won’t get, because they clearly have an inside candidate), and I think I pretty much nailed it.  That’s mostly because I wasn’t trying too hard; after all, the search is cooked, so I just relaxed and talked about my work.  But I couldn’t help myself from making it damned clear that I would really, really, really love the job.  I was as effusive in my professions of love as a middle-schooler in heat.  Much of it came in response to the question I was asked a billion times: “So, how do you like it here?”  “Like it?  I love it!”  But of course I love it, because I want the job.  And the search committee knows that.  What they don’t know is whether they love me, and that’s the point of the on-campus: for the committee to decide which of three people they want to spend the rest of their academic lives with.  I’m not sure there’s much that I could have done to make the search committee love me — in this, a job hunt isn’t all that different from the pursuit of human affection.  I suppose I probably should have been more coy, maybe played hard-to-get.  But not too much, though; the trick is to make them want you, but not think that you’re so far out of their league that they might as well not even try.  This takes a particular kind of personality, a certain sort of self-assured-ness that I don’t possess.  After all, I’m still astonished that I’ve gotten this far; the thought that I might actually be a desirable candidate is hard to fathom.  Again, this is as in life — I certainly don’t deserve my partner, and I’m constantly amazed by my great good fortune in that area.  On the whole, I think this is a good thing: my humility has kept me working hard as an academic and as a partner/friend.  But a little more confidence might not be a bad thing on the job market.

It’s Luck. And Don’t You Forget It.

I had a pretty lucky day the other week.  The ACLS awarded me one of their “New Faculty Fellow” post-docs, and I was invited to interview on campus for a tenure-track job I’d really, really like.  I was flying high and feeling pretty damned good about myself.  In fact, I started to believe that I deserved these things; that I had earned the postdoc and the interview, that I was uniquely qualified.  Congratulatory emails from friends and colleagues served to reinforce this delusion: “Well deserved,” said many, and one went so far as to laud my “talents.”  And for a short while, I even started to believe that the system was working.  I’ve got two articles, five years of teaching experience, a book contract — so of course I got the postdoc and the interview!  The system isn’t broken!  The meritocracy is in good shape!


First of all, this is a classic case of using anecdotal evidence (my string of good luck) as response to a structural problem (too many PhDs, not enough jobs).  Second, there are people who have accomplished much, much more than me who did not get the ACLS — in fact, one of those unlucky souls is a very good friend of mine who deserves a postdoc as much or more than me, if we were in a truly fair world.  My lucky day was just that: luck.  As a reminder of that fact, the very next day I learned that I did not make the second round for another job that really interested me.  And just to reinforce the universe’s crapshoot-iness, I have also learned that the job for which I’m interviewing almost certainly has an inside candidate.

So, yes, work hard and do good work, and it will help.  But the final deciding factor is almost certainly luck.  And don’t forget it.

Fail Your Graduate Students

As the AHA conference gets closer, it becomes less likely that I’ll receive invitations to interview for the job applications still floating out there.  This isn’t too surprising, but it sure does depress the hell out of me.  It probably shouldn’t.  I think of my neighbor, who returned to school to get a degree in engineering and has been unemployed since graduating…four years ago.  He’s sent out countless applications, and he’s basically gotten used to rejection.  Me: not so much.  And I’d wager the same is true for other ABDs and newly-minted PhDs, most of whom don’t get the real taste of rejection until they go on the market.  Graduate school, in my experience, was a series of affirmations — not always enthusiastic and often loaded with qualifications, but affirmations the same.  Seminars, graduate student conferences, department research grants: success didn’t necessarily come easy, but it usually did arrive.  And certainly at higher percentages than getting interviews on the job market (I’m batting a measly .125 right now!).  And so I wonder if graduate programs ought to give their students more opportunities to fail.  And I mean really fail: getting an “A-” instead of an “A” in seminar is a rebuke, but it’s not devastating. Graduate students need to find themselves in the situation where they must question whether this is the right path for them.  “Am I really cut out for this?” — by which I mean, do you really have the stomach for a life of rejection and failure?  I wonder if this approach would  (a) help prepare PhDs for the frustrations of the job market and (b) help reduce the ridiculous over-supply of PhDs.

Reflections on the Job Market, 2012

It’s been a long while since I’ve posted here, and that’s mostly because I’ve been in over my head with teaching three classes and applying for jobs — over thirty positions this year, plus a handful of postdocs.  With the semester (but not grading!) done and my applications long since released into the wild, I thought I’d come up for air and offer some unsolicited reflections:

  1. I’m trying something novel this year: being myself.  Rather than dumping a lot of time into carefully individualizing my letter, CV, and teaching/philosophy statements for every single job, I’m presenting myself for what I am and what I do, and then letting the schools decide if they are interesting in me and my work.  This decision came partly from lack of time — who can afford eight hours each on thirty applications? — but mostly out of a realization that I can’t bend myself and my work into all that many different shapes.  I study a particular time and a particular place in a particular way, and no amount of contortion is going to change that or fool anyone otherwise.  So I change the addresses and add a few lines here and there about “thrilled to teach at a liberal arts/R-1/hell-hole school,” but that’s pretty much it.
  2. That said, I dumped a crapload of time into two particular jobs that I really, really, really want — and which, I should note, I have a fair chance of getting, as long as there’s not an inside candidate.  And I’ve been torturing myself over those jobs, even though I won’t even know if I made the first cut until January.
  3. To the schools that inform candidates promptly about receipt of applications: Hooray!  To the schools that inform candidates promptly that they will not be interviewed: Hip-hip, hooray!  To the schools that do neither: fuck you, too.
  4. The AHA interview system is busted-ass broken.  Half the schools are doing phone or Skype interviews, and I think it’s a great thing.  End the AHA cattle-call job system.  Given the opportunity, I sure as hell will.
  5. Employers, you really all ought to stick to the same schedule and timeline.  Early and late application due dates and hiring decisions are just plain mean: making candidates decide on their future — long term future — without knowing about other options is  so transparently manipulative that it calls into question the integrity of your department.
  6. Allow me to suggest a timeline.  Applications due November 1st.  First-round decisions December 1st.  Phone/internet interviews December 15th.  Second-round decisions December 20th.  Campus interviews late-January.  Offers beginning of February.  Is this really all that hard?
  7. It’s a continual struggle to believe that I’m good enough and smart enough for any of these jobs.  I’ve had three interviews so far, and each time, I am painfully aware of the limits of my expertise and talents.  I tried a long walk before an interview, doing some Jack Handy-style self-affirmation, but it didn’t really help.  It’s a Catch-22: I need to convey confidence in order to get a job, but I need to get a job to build my confidence.
  8. At the end of the day, applying and interviewing for an academic job is just like applying and interviewing for a real job: it sucks.  No one likes it.  So I should quit my whining and get on with it.

The Commencement of Freedom

I’ve just returned from commencement — the formal, public confirmation that I have, in fact, completed all of the necessary requirements for the title Doctor of Philosophy (although the diploma itself will not arrive, incredibly, for another three months or so).  It was, as usual, a silly affair; I was on the stage for less than thirty seconds out of the three hour ceremony, which is fine with me, but my family and friends who (foolishly, it must be said) might have found it frustrating, especially since the speeches at the beginning were really very poor.  But it’s done.  And, curiously enough, I do and did feel a little different after getting hooded.  It’s stupid, of course, since I technically finished the PhD a few weeks ago and since it changes absolutely nothing in my state of affairs (still working as a temp for next year!).  But there is a slight change in my disposition.  At first I thought it might be a feeling of confidence — that, yes, I am a historian, and yes, I do know what I’m talking about.  Except that I don’t know what I’m talking about; I possess no more knowledge now than this time last week.  A friend suggested that it was a feeling of competence, but that’s even further from the truth than confidence: I am neither competent nor confident (the lack of each quality reinforcing the lack of the other).  I’ve decided instead that this is a slight feeling of freedom.  Having walked the stage and received, in view of a lot people who don’t really care, a diploma placeholder, I officially have one less institution and one less set of rules and regulations to abide. No more of those particular hoops to jump through, no more of those particular administrators to please/beguile/deceive.  I welcome that, although there will be others.  There’s also a slight feeling, perhaps less welcome, of freedom from my advisers, who have so carefully watched and guided me over the last six years.  I have always welcomed their direction and hope they’ll continue to steer me right.  But they also no longer have a technical obligation to do so, although they have professional reasons — it’s good to get your students jobs — and, I dare say, personal reasons, as my friends.  But I’m more or less on my own now.  And there is some confidence that comes with that, and some realization of competence — perhaps I do know what I’m talking about, at least sometime — but mostly it’s just a feeling of space and opportunity, however terrifying.


Eliminating Timesucks

I’ve just killed my Facebook account.  A little over three years ago, I signed up, allegedly because of Facebook’s alleged professional uses.  But I’ve discovered a few things.  First, I’m pretty sure I signed up for Facebook mostly for personal reasons.  Second, Facebook has offered absolutely no professional opportunities, at least for me.  On the contrary, I’ve seen only potential professional liabilities, what with all of my idiot “friends” posting photos of me looking like, well, an idiot.  And third, Facebook can be, and has been on occasion, a huge timesuck.  And not in a fun, oh-let’s-read-something-interesting way.  Rather, it’s brought out some unseemly sides of my character: some narcissism, a little voyeurism, and a whole lot of laziness.  And so it was time for me to leave Facebook, although other people smarter than me have decided to put up with the trouble.

It’s also far past time to identify and eliminate other timesucks. Most will be Internet-based: Twitter, probably, and a few redundant or useless blogs (not that you should do the same thing, dear reader).  I might find a few outside of cyberspace, as well, although nothing comes to mind.  I need to sit down and give some deliberately distribute the hours of my day.  Which is to say I’m going to spend some time thinking about how I spend my time.  Sounds like a timesuck to me.

And in case you’re wondering: yes, watching Euro 2012 is a timesuck.  But I’m doing it anyways.  As I write, in fact.

Now…where was I?

To the readers who have continued to visit, even as I’ve not posted anything in months: thanks.  It’s been a crazy few months, what with finishing the school year, raising a daughter, traveling outside of the country (twice), and…oh, what’s that other things I’ve been doing…right: finishing my dissertation.  It’s done.  I’m done.  Hard to believe, but I’ll be getting my hood in just a few weeks.  I’d reflect on the meaning and (un)importance of this “accomplishment,” but right now I just want to press the reset button, do a little up-up-down-down-left-right-left-right-B-A, and get things going again with body, soul, and mind.  Part of that will be a return to blogging, hopefully once a week on Monday mornings.  See you around.

Heeding Thin Lizzy’s Call

The boys over at The Edge of the American West are back.  So is Ashley Squires.  It’s all provisional, of course, but Thin Lizzy’s prophecies, it would seem, must be realized.  I’ve been in absentia for a few different reasons:

  • My partner and I produced a baby a few weeks ago.  It turns out this is very time consuming.
  • I’ve been applying for jobs like crazy.  Also very time consuming.
  • Teaching = time consuming.
  • All things in life = time consuming.

But I do miss writing for the dozen or so people who stop by The Bench, and so I’ll get back to it.  Hell, if two tenured professors and a fellow ABD job-seeker can do it, I should certainly be able to.

A Gift: My Madness

To you, dear reader, I offer a gift: my own special brand of craziness, wrapped up in a little spreadsheet magic that I use to keep track of my writing progress.  As I’ve explained before, at this stage of the game, I’m not really writing prose so much as pumping out words — trying to get the story out on the page before going back and making more sense of it all.  Toward that end, a few chapters back I created a spreadsheet into which I input my daily word and paragraph count to see if I’m on track to finish by a particular date.  I thought I might make this freely available, in case anyone else is as uncreative and nuts as I am and would find such a thing useful.  It’s in Google Docs here, where you can check it out and download it if you’d like (under Google Docs->File->Download).  The spreadsheet’s gone through a few iterations, and the most recent — the workbook “Chapter 5” — is the latest and greatest in dissertation-nerdology.  Here’s a picture:

Here’s how it works:

  1. You fill in the targets for “Word count goal,” “Paragraph goal,” “Deadline,” and “Break Days remaining before deadline” (how many days you will not write between today and your deadline)
  2. Every day, you insert a new line under the previous day, adding the date, the total word count, and the total paragraphs for the chapter you’re working on.
  3. Use the “fill down” function (ctrl-D in Google docs; Edit->Fill->Down in Excel; Insert->Fill down in Numbers) to copy the formulas from the “Rate” column from yesterday’s row into today’s row.
  4. Repeat steps two and three every day, and remember to change the “Break Days” entry as you burn up your non-writing days.  I do this on Mondays, since I take Sundays off.

Basically, if it’s in green, it’s a user-entry line; if it’s in orange, it’s a formula that you shouldn’t touch.

As you make those additions, these other lines will change automagically: current words and paragraphs/day rate; days to word and paragraph goal; completion date at current word and paragraph rate; and average words and paragraphs per day for deadline (the rate you must keep to hit your deadline).

Obviously, you’ll need to delete my entries for step one, as well as my entries for May 31-June 15.  But don’t delete May 29/30 — just change those dates and entries to match your own work.  That will keep the formulas intact.

If you’re anything like me — you poor, poor soul — this sort of constant reporting will serve as a perverse motivator to keep moving, dammit, no matter how stuck you might think you are.  You have to be willing to put up with less-than-perfect — okay, outright shitty — prose, all in the name of progress.  It’s odd, it’s uncreative, it feels a little dirty, but it works for me.

So there you go — use it, toss it, link it, whatever.  Merry early Christmas.  Don’t say I never got you anything.