Tuesday, December 18, 2012

W(net)=F(acetime)*D(irectfollowupatwahtever)Cos(t)



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This regularly scheduled blog brought to you by bribes of cute pictures and videos of Tard the Grumpy Cat.

I went out to dinner (and drinks) last night with some friends of mine and I had to give my friend, Determine- to-Not-Be-Leftover-Christmas-Cake, props. We met a guy who mentioned he was jobless and she jumped right in and offered that she wrote resumes professionally. We all debated for a moment on whether networking is a dirty word or not, then moved on after the new guy said it definitely wasn't.

Ironically, this is the topic that I've been interested in writing about for two weeks. It's basically been consuming my free(more like stolen)time and completely interrupted my advise-dispensing via interwebs.

I never got the memo that you are supposed to do research at an undergrad level if you have any hopes of doing grad-school. I'm so freaking sick of school, I don't care whether I go to grad school but I also am not one to ruin present opportunities if they can lead me to interesting future ones. I am also naïve and think that I might actually be able to research something which could assuage climate change and help my fellow humans in not dying.

Whatever.

In the week before finals, I was invited to a bunch of fancy-pants networking events. I was nervous. And anxious. For someone who's gone on-stage in their underwear several times without caring, I was surprised at how nervous I was. The prospect of being so far out of my comfort zone, so far from what I knew, was terrifying. I realized, very very suddenly, that if I did not mess up the evening, I could actually find research to do over the summer and perhaps not starve for 3 months(wheee!).

And then I got there. And I realized all “networking” is...is just being yourself. It helps a lot if you're a funny, outgoing and loud individual. It helps if you are clever and know how to craft what you say to be tailored to the person you're talking to. But mostly, you want to find a person who actually wants to listen to the bullshit you spew.

When there are free-for-all networking events, the easiest way to actually get anything done is TALKING to SOMONE. Make eye contact. Speak engagingly with someone. A contact is a contact. You give people the respect that they deserve but don't let that image of them on a pedestal you have in your head stop you from being their colleague, regardless if you're half (or a quarter) their age.

Even if you wind up at an event where you have nothing to do with the academia on hand, it's not impossible for it to be fruitful. If you dig a bit in conversation, you might find some common ground which could bring you a totally different direction that you hoped.

Then FOLLOW. THE. FUCK. UP. Remind the contact who you are, a specific point of interest (a joke they laughed really hard at, the 15 minute discussion of mutant newts, whatever) and ask THANK THEM. Thank the person who organized the event, and whoever invited you.

Because of two such events, these are the things that I may be able to do this summer:
*Go to a National Park and study GeoScience in some of the country's most beautiful places
*Research (or be a lackey) at one of the National Laboratories
*Maybe something eeeeeeven cooler

Anyway, I'm stoked. I also got buried under 17 feet of finals studying but that's over now so happy sleep-full nights until next semester! Hopefully.

And in honor of this band continuing to be rad and putting out a new album, here's Green Day's “Brain Stew.” Props to their philanthropy, in case you didn't know about it.

Thursday, December 13, 2012

Study-Break

This blog will return to its regularly scheduled posting in the very very near future. I swear. I just wanted to pop on and share a poem I wrote earlier in the semester.


Significant Figures

We are too willing to round off,
leave imprecise
and afraid that more information will lead us
to a less accurate measurement.
For if we can evaluate each other
beyond darker/lighter/queerer skins
If we can detect the intricacies of those details,
we feel
somehow
that we might get the wrong answer.

Regardless of the fact
that the instructor told us to leave the extra numbers in,
for precision
they will come in handy later.
Or at least enough to show your work.

Yet somehow we always think it better to exclude
the details.
Ignore the stories.
And sit an order of magnitude away from those
who could be our closest friends.