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"I'm Dorothy Gale from Kansas"
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@jennywritesthings
influencers gonna influence, even when god is involved.
Media Studies, Queens College
Remediating Religion: Spirituality on Small Screens
soooo I just got back on Tumblr after literally 2 years, I don’t know what’s going on, and my whole feed is lolmythesis. I laughed at this one.
may day
So Jk, I didn't keep up with the daily syllabics, partly because of work travel and partly because I'm just having trouble balancing everything I need/want to do. How did I do it in grad school? I feel like I was constantly hustling, and now I still feel that need to hustle but also feel tired and aimless and kind of paralyzed. By what? Sudden possibility? The fear of letting opportunities slip by because I'm not hustling hard enough? My answer to most questions these days is I don't know. I suppose I felt all of those things in grad school too, but for other reasons.
These days I'm still struggling with identity, but again, in a different way. For so long, I was a grad student and a scientist trying to brand myself as a writer. And now I'm not that, but I don't really know what I am or what I'm trying to be anymore. Am I still a scientist if I'm not doing science right now? Am I still a writer if I'm not publishing or even writing right now? I want so many things, and I don't have enough time.
hello, it’s me
Still learning how to be a person in the world.
Updates:
1. I graduated! Finally! You may now call me Dr.
2. I spent much of the last few months post-graduation traveling (mostly through Spain, Morocco, and Peru). I really enjoyed the unique cultural and historical perspective of traveling through Morocco and then Andalucia, the old Moorish stronghold, and later going from Spain to Peru, one of the most evocative of the former Spanish colonies. Such human cruelty and inequality and resilience. Thoughts are still slowly marinating. A few poems came out of the experience as well.
3. Next month, I’m reading at Lit Crawl in San Francisco again! At least I missed SF summer/winter this year...
4. The thought of lab still frightens me, but I’m otherwise ready to start being a productive member of non-lab society again and resume a purpose-driven life. I am realizing that I’m just too pensive and existential to not be constantly busy.
I went camping for the first time this past weekend in Lassen Volcanic National Park (Manzanita Lake above), and now I’m itching to get back into the woods as soon as I can.
I felt so much calmer and more centered this weekend than I had in a really long time, and it’s even spilled over a little into the week.
We live and spawn and want—always there is this ghastly wanting.
Joy Williams, The Art of Fiction No. 223 (via theparisreview)
Weeee got a couple of poems accepted by ZYZZYVA!
(After a long string of rejections)
In light of my career/life choices so far, it’s almost as if I don’t want to feel successful.
There is nothing heavier than compassion. Not even one’s own pain weighs so heavy as the pain one feels with someone, for someone, a pain intensified by the imagination and prolonged by a hundred echoes.
Milan Kundera, The Unbearable Lightness of Being (via honeyforthehomeless)
Being born a woman is an awful tragedy… Yes, my consuming desire to mingle with road crews, sailors and soldiers, bar room regulars - to be a part of a scene, anonymous, listening, recording - all is spoiled by the fact that I am a girl, a female always in danger of assault and battery. My consuming interest in men and their lives is often misconstrued as a desire to seduce them, or as an invitation to intimacy. Yet, God, I want to talk to everybody I can as deeply as I can. I want to be able to sleep in an open field, to travel west, to walk freely at night…
Sylvia Plath (via trust-and-a-pinch-of-pixiedust)
Charles Bukowski, “The Crunch”
— Sylvia Plath
Janet Fitch, Paint It Black
You are not weak just because your heart feels so heavy.
Andrea Gibson (via likeloveadore)
AFTER SPENDING FIVE YEARS IN GRAD SCHOOL
Throwback Thursday to August 2013!
the audacity of vulnerability
When I was younger, I thought it was weird that people would respond to personal writing as “brave.” What was so brave and difficult about writing about yourself? Now I am starting to understand that openness as an act of great vulnerability--laying yourself bare for everyone to project upon you their anger and contempt and petty cruelty.
Last night, I was watching interviews with Japanese men who lived in internet cafes, generally men who didn’t have stable work and therefore enough money to get a more permanent residence. One of the men interviewed was older. He’d had a decent paying job, but he had to work upwards of 100 hours/week. Not surprisingly, he got really burned out and was diagnosed with depression. He took a month off to deal with the depression, and behind his back, his boss called him weak. Once he returned to work, his boss wouldn’t talk to him and eventually fired him.
While that’s on the extreme end, there’s a tendency in most if not all societies and cultures to view openness and honesty as weakness. That perspective is extremely prevalent in academic science, as I’ve discovered, and it’s really soul-crushing for someone who is frank by nature and yearns for a sense of community and understanding, someone who has diverse interests and dreams of doing something different.
The Japanese man in the interview said that being fired was such a relief for him, and now he dreams of being in a less judgmental society, traveling, maybe living in different countries for a few years at a time.
I turned to my boyfriend, and I said, “Do you see why suicide is so prevalent in East Asian cultures?” (It’s a frequent topic of my morbid jokes, and he hates it, but I can’t seem to stop myself.)
“He seems like the kind of person who would kill himself,” he said quietly.
“But he seems fine. He’s leaving his super oppressive culture.”
“Yes, at the time of the interview.”
I honestly didn’t think of that. I was so excited for this man at the end of the interview, for his grand ambitions that seem so similar to my own. But I should know better. Those dreams don’t matter when you’re in the throes of a deep depression. You don’t have dreams then. You don’t see possibility.
There’s a danger in being so optimistic, in dreaming so big--it leaves you that much more vulnerable to the crushing disappointment of reality, the shame of being so stupid as to let your guard down. I’m starting to see that vulnerability as a transgression, an act of defiance against a world that wants to beat you into conformity and submission. And sometimes, that world wins.
There have been terrible rumours going around. While not true, I for one know that ain’t nobody taking this bluetiful piece of internet from us.
status update
1. I’m on Tumblr for the first time in several months because I’m submitting to a literary thing, and they asked for social media info if applicable, including Tumblr, and I clicked through to see if I have any desire to make this public.
Answer is no for now. Though I do like the changes to the interface.
2. What I don’t like is the clutter on my dash. Specifically, can I turn off the ads?? Also, is there a way to mass edit my posts to make them private? I see that I can add or remove tags, but am I missing something?
3. I am camping out in someone else’s lab right now, and I really have to go to the bathroom but I can’t leave because I don’t have access to this lab after hours and I need to use a machine at a specific time for an experiment, hence the camping out in the first place.
4. I’m still trying to leave grad school/SF by November, but I don’t know how likely this is. I don’t deal with uncertainty very well, so this is causing a great deal of anxiety. The only things saving me from alcoholism and drug addiction are my pathetic tolerance and frugality.
5. I miss you, Tumblr friends. I shall try to remember that and visit more often.
a different year, a different kind of light
I have a good feeling about this year. I can finally see the light at the end of the long, dark tunnel that is grad school, and I’m starting to feel excited about things again. I was starting to think I wouldn’t be able to feel that anymore. Even a miserable stomach bug can’t get me down this time.
And tomorrow, I am off to Mexico for a week for a late and much needed holiday.
2016, I welcome you with open arms. Things can only get better from where they have been.
