Years of storms and heartbreak. The memories pile up like ruined furniture and moldy refrigerators on sludge-covered sidewalks.
Sharing our loss makes the burden almost bearable. We experience moments of grace when faced with the stark finality of the grave.
Tragedy pins us in the moment, claws open our hearts, and releases the love and gratitude trapped inside. It creates a generosity of spirit, a flash of wisdom that we’re created to serve a greater, nobler purpose in life than just rushing through our days.
Pink said, “Just give me a reason,” and Lady Gaga said she had a Million Reasons. Ever in search of the middle ground, I came up with 3:
3. Relive your misspent youth with a higher credit card limit.(I wish. I work more in a month than I ever did in a semester of undergrad. Free food is even more appealing now because I didn’t have to prep it, not because it’s free.)
2.Summers off. (Ha^Infinity. That’s endless, maniacal laughter a la The Joker.)
1. It’s great for your hair. (Mine all fell out and grew back curly– something that I couldn’t achieve with a perm, hot rollers, and all the hairspray in Texas.)
I didn’t know how much I liked my straight hair until it all fell out and grew back curly.
First, you make a roux. No, seriously, you’re going to need the carbs.
Add the trinity (onions, bell pepper, and celery.) Invoke the Trinity (JMJ), and anoint the router with holy water while you pray for internet speeds capable of running remote SAS.
Bring your committee members the pralines you didn’t eat (a dozen for you leaves one each for them.)
Go for another walk. Walking clears your mind so that inspiration can hit. Sometimes inspiration is the realization that you need to run a t-test instead of simultaneous equations, or that you need a difference-in-difference design and a new hypothesis. Or not.
Realize that no first draft is ever much good. Feedback may sting like an acid peel, but your paper will benefit from it, just as your skin does.
Click the send button and wait. This is the hardest part.
My phone died about a week ago. 2 days after my surgery I had to stop my Percocet party and go to the AT&T store to get a new, expensive phone. I hadn’t backed up in forever, so I lost some phone numbers (if I’m not talking to you, then you may assume you didn’t survive the purge), but that’s NOTHING compared to what happened to my music.
MY MUSIC!!
First, all of my playlists disappeared. Gone. Poof. My magnum opus Driving Tunes that included Ray Charles, Ray Wylie Hubbard, Stevie Wonder, Stevie Nicks, 3 Dog Night, Kanye West, Kenny Chesney, and Gordon Lightfoot is gone. I can’t recreate that genius.
Driving Tunes is lost to the world. Guess I gotta finish this PhD.
None of my music ‘in the cloud’ will play on shuffle, which means only the one John Craigie album, No Rain, No Rose, is currently on my phone.
The cherry on this hot fudge mess is that the microphone jack no longer jacks.
GRRRRRRR.
So, imagine my surprise, when I played the Stone Coyotes’ First Lady of Rock using the USB port. It. Was. Awesome! I cranked it up as loud as it would go and rocked out from Port Allen to Government Street.
I’d like to think I’ve got the financial savvy to recognize a revenue if I saw it, but it’s not like beauty, which is in the eye of the beholder. There are pages and pages of rules promulgated by the FASB (Financial Accounting Standards Board) that tell you is it is or is it ain’t a revenue.
AT&T, welcome to the fraud triangle.
My phone just up and died yesterday, so I went to the store to get a new one. The good news is that I was “eligible” for an upgrade (only $25.00 plus a $2.99 pro-ration fee) and my new phone is ONLY $749.00. Which I can pay in monthly installments with NO INTEREST.
Hmmmn. AT&T collects the sales tax and I just pay my monthly installments to the company store. No interest, because this is the kindest, bestest company ever and they are rewarding me for my brand loyalty?
Ha! Probably not. It’s more likely that AT&T will engage in some trickeration aka financial wizardry and move this asset off the balance sheet, fluffing the numbers so they’re nice and plump, serving them to investors like a channel stuffed Thanksgiving Turducken.
Means, motive, and opportunity. Same old, same old.
When digging for some financial info on AT&T, I noticed that they are in the midst of a merger with Time-Warner. Curious I am about how this will play out. Besides the obvious:
Growing up, the word delta conjured images of fertile farmlands adjacent to the Mississippi River on the other side of the state. On my side of Louisiana, the Sabine River deposited slick red clay that turned every rainy day into a thrilling adventure called “don’t get stuck on the way home.” The modern term for this is “MudFest.”
These people got stuck on purpose. I wonder if they called their Daddy to come tow them out with a tractor?
In the early years of college, delta meant something else entirely, mostly Greek parties. In statistics, we learned that Big Delta means difference or change. In calculus, little delta refers to distance when proving the limit of a function.
Big Delta, little delta. Greeks have the upper hand in calculus because they know all the letters.
The triple goddess is represented as the maiden, mother, crone. When women approach the limit of one stage and transition to the other, it’s sometimes called “The Change.”
Youth, Fertility, Wisdom.
Henceforth,* this change shall be known as THE DELTA to honor Delta Burke, who played Suzanne Sugarbaker on one of the best shows ever– Designing Women.
*I used this obnoxious word on purpose…. Overuse of introductory phrases, hideous writing, and head-hopping are remanded to the bayou effective the summer of 2017, where they shall remain in perpetuity until the perpetrator of such abuses has been fully rehabilitated.
Surprise, surprise! I went to a conference and I liked it. What’s not to like about plenty of good food, good company, a boxing bag in the gym, and setting the a/c on 67 with no complaints from the peanut gallery?
This is me in the summer in Louisiana. And it ain’t even August, yet. I am going to try to rent some space in the Circle K beer cooler.
The best part was the small group interaction where we each had to present a proposal. Our group consisted of a hodge-podge of methodologies, topics and institutions, but our group leader was fantastic and everybody gave and received good comments.
This is a scary time in the doctoral process– dissertation proposal phase. Trying to find a good topic is a lot like trying to find a good life partner– seems like all the good ones are already taken.
It’s tricksy finding just the right balance of new versus familiar. In exercise, balance is related to our core muscles. I think it’s the same in academics– reinforce the core, be consistent, do some work every day.
BRING IT, BABY!!!!
So, this is my strategy: (1) one day at a time, (2) 2 steps forward, (3) three goals in 3 realms (mental, physical, spiritual) every day.
*An exogenous shock is an unexpected or unpredictable event that affects the “studied environment.”
The Proposal
First, you make a roux. No, seriously, you’re going to need the carbs.
Add the trinity (onions, bell pepper, and celery.) Invoke the Trinity (JMJ), and anoint the router with holy water while you pray for internet speeds capable of running remote SAS.
Bring your committee members the pralines you didn’t eat (a dozen for you leaves one each for them.)
Go for another walk. Walking clears your mind so that inspiration can hit. Sometimes inspiration is the realization that you need to run a t-test instead of simultaneous equations, or that you need a difference-in-difference design and a new hypothesis. Or not.
Realize that no first draft is ever much good. Feedback may sting like an acid peel, but your paper will benefit from it, just as your skin does.
Click the send button and wait. This is the hardest part.
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