Tuesday, September 26, 2017

I'm Alive (Barely)

Ugh, you guys. I'm so sorry. You know the drill: some months are busier than others in academia, and until January I'll be very busy indeed. Here are my responsibilities for the next few months:
  • Finish my dissertation (I'm defending in December!)
  • Teach five overcrowded sections of a science-fiction survey course
  • Go on the completely fucked academic job market for the third year in a row
  • Revise and resubmit my third peer-reviewed article
  • Figure out how I'm going to support myself next semester
  • Cook meals, exercise, maintain relationships with other humans
As you can imagine, this leaves me with almost no time to blog about beauty. Hell, I barely even have time to read about beauty. While I believe that breaks from work are important, blogging is a special case because it's yet another kind of writing. It's very different from academic writing, of course, but it uses the same parts of the brain and demands the same kind of energy, and that energy is finite. After a day of dissertating, I don't usually feel like producing more words, even about lipstick. And if I do find it in me to start a post, the guilt soon creeps in: shouldn't I be using this precious writing energy to revise my teaching statement or start another postdoc application? As a result, I've opened five post drafts in the past two weeks but haven't written more than a few sentences in most of them. So, you guessed it: I'm going on yet another quasi-hiatus. (At what point does the hiatus become the blog? How can we know the dancer from the dance?) I'll still try to post when I get the chance, but it probably won't be more than a couple of times per month, if that.

I'll leave you with the best makeup look I've seen recently, from k-pop chanteuse IU's equally great song "Last Night Story," a '60s-style adaptation of a track from 1988 (got that?). I'd recreate this look for a post if I had time, but screenshots are all I can manage right now:


So good, right? I felt more excited about makeup after watching this video than I had in a while.


Until next time! I'm pretty active on Instagram (though less than I'd like, these days), if you want to keep up with me there.

10 comments:

  1. Best of luck with your busy semester and all of its components!

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    1. Thank you! The good news is, my time-management skills have never been so finely honed.

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  2. Oh man, the final push to the end! You can do it! (also FIVE sections??? I was so spoiled as a grad TA - taught two sections and still complained)

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    1. I'd never taught more than two until this semester! It's a long and infuriating story. I had an external fellowship that was renewable for three years, but at my university, grad students past the seventh year are technically "postenrolled," meaning (among other things) that we can't renew fellowships we already have EVEN IF THEY'RE NOT GIVEN BY THE UNIVERSITY. Oh, and I'm also not entitled to health insurance if I teach fewer than five sections. At one of the richest universities in the world. Yeah, I'm a little bitter.

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  3. Best of luck! Five sections sounds like absolute madness. That's even more than most full-time professors teach isn't it?

    I really like those looks. I acquired Paper Tiger during Colourpop's anniversary sale. I need to try to recreate the first one with that now. Mustard is one of my favorite colors!

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    1. It is more than most profs teach, and for about a quarter of the pay, in a region with one of the highest costs of living in the country. It's not the actual teaching that's the problem for me, but the exam and paper grading for about 70 students! Luckily I've finished drafting my dissertation and just need to edit and reformat it, so I don't have to worry too much about making time for writing.

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  4. Everyone I know in grad school hates their life choices. Take all the break you need without guilt!

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    1. All the grad students I know hate their life choices too, no matter the program or department! I feel like Mrs. Krabappel in The Simpsons: "Well, I'm a smart woman, but I make bad choices."

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