Note: Not unrelated to the transition covered below, I now blog at Blownhorizonz.com. It's much prettier to look at, and more focused on fun stuff like weird fiction, extreme music, and awesome art. Also check out my Tumblr at blownhorizonz.tumblr.com.
Today is my last day at USF, and I'm doing the final cleanout of my office, while simultaneously finishing final revisions on a journal article. Yesterday, I finished submitting my academic book proposal. I've engineered a pretty perfectly punctuated departure, I must say.
In the course of cleaning out my office, I've found I have a weird relationship to paper and information. I guess it's not just me . . . we were all very excited when it looked like we might be moving into a post-paper world, but that didn't quite work out, did it? I have stacks and stacks and stacks of paper, mostly printed out from the digital versions of books that I couldn't find physical copies of. Some of the material I've got sitting around is simply ridiculous. For example, I have a copy of Michael J. Raine's 2002 dissertation Youth, Body, and Subjectivity in the Japanese Cinema, 1955-1960. It was given to me by John Peters, who just happened to have a printed copy of it sitting around his office, and knew I was writing and thinking about Japan. It's about 400 pages long and weighs about ten pounds. Apparently I brought it with me from Iowa, put it in storage in my parents' house for a year while I was in Japan, then loaded it into a moving truck to bring to Florida. I never read it.
(Incidentally, a Google search provides no evidence that anyone named Michael J. Raine is currently working in academia, though I did find a corporate lawyer by that name on Linkedin. Hmm.).
I also have stacks of journal articles, mostly related to one project or another, mostly carried all the way from Iowa, and each either readily available online, or, even more embarrassing, actually saved on my hard drive. I'm in the process of either archiving .pdf copies of all of them from the usage-restricted archives I'm about to lose access to, or scanning them - printouts of .pdfs - back into .pdf form.
I know this is insane, but at least getting rid of the paper versions of these things is incredibly liberating. Leaving academia is, so far, incredibly liberating. The weight being lifted off my shoulders isn't just metaphorical (who knows if I'll ever write that academic book, and who cares), it's physical. Like, hundreds of pounds worth of weight.
Wheee!
Tuesday, August 6, 2013
Monday, July 22, 2013
The Ph.D. and the Nonacademic Job Search: A Spectacular Albatross?
In my ongoing post-academic (inter-academic?) transition, one of the very practical questions that keeps coming up is - how do I present my Ph.D.? On business cards, on Linkedin, etc . . . I'd be a pretty hopeless 'strategic communicator' if I didn't realize that referring to myself as "Dr. David Z. Morris" made me instantly seem like an asinine boor. But what about "David Z. Morris, Ph.D.," or just "David Z. Morris," with the Ph.D. tucked on the back of the card, the third or fourth line of the resume, etc?
You can find different takes on this. The authors of "What Are You Going To Do With That?" (which I strongly recommend) are predictably upbeat, considering their audience of almost entirely MA and Ph.D. holders. They emphasize the skills and accomplishments indicated by the Ph.D. Penelope Trunk, on the other hand, is brutal, saying that if it's not directly related to your field, you should Leave Grad School Off Your Resume.
In my case, my graduate degree could hardly be more relevant to the field I'm pursuing work in - my Ph.D. is in Communication Studies, and my work is focused on media technology and culture. I've taught both business communication and strategic communication for nonprofits, which believe me, is far more educational than simply taking those courses - plus, now I have some actual experience applying what I learned/taught. So I don't feel much conflict about listing the Ph.D., and even highlighting it.
But still, there are moments when it's overkill - I'm applying for some entry-level positions along with more senior positions, and in those cases I provide a little caveat as part of my cover letter. What do you think, though? Should I just be leaving this off? But no, no, there would be insurmountable, inexplicable gaps in my timeline. Nothing to be done but acknowledge that I'm a huge nerd who did something impractical with his 20s.
You can find different takes on this. The authors of "What Are You Going To Do With That?" (which I strongly recommend) are predictably upbeat, considering their audience of almost entirely MA and Ph.D. holders. They emphasize the skills and accomplishments indicated by the Ph.D. Penelope Trunk, on the other hand, is brutal, saying that if it's not directly related to your field, you should Leave Grad School Off Your Resume.
In my case, my graduate degree could hardly be more relevant to the field I'm pursuing work in - my Ph.D. is in Communication Studies, and my work is focused on media technology and culture. I've taught both business communication and strategic communication for nonprofits, which believe me, is far more educational than simply taking those courses - plus, now I have some actual experience applying what I learned/taught. So I don't feel much conflict about listing the Ph.D., and even highlighting it.
But still, there are moments when it's overkill - I'm applying for some entry-level positions along with more senior positions, and in those cases I provide a little caveat as part of my cover letter. What do you think, though? Should I just be leaving this off? But no, no, there would be insurmountable, inexplicable gaps in my timeline. Nothing to be done but acknowledge that I'm a huge nerd who did something impractical with his 20s.
Tuesday, July 16, 2013
Separation Anxiety: The Symbolic Trauma of Sacrificing Your Academic Identity
If you read contemporary job search guides (or if you're just a commonsensical tuned-in person) you'll know that your social media presence is nearly as important to how you're regarded by potential employers as your resume. For someone transitioning careers, this can be tricky. In my case, there are still people who follow/know me as an academic, but if I leave my online profiles oriented towards that audience, I'll be putting up a big STOP sign for potential nonacademic employers.
So, I'm slowly making changes - like changing my twitter bio and the bio on this page to something that acknowledges my 'transitioning' status (I feel like I'm announcing a sex change . . . ). I still haven't tackled my main website (davidzmorris.com), where for a little while longer you can read what I have to say about myself as an academic first and foremost.
These are all strictly practical moves in the game of life. And for a lot of people, they would be simply practical decisions. But for myself, and I'm sure for many others in similar situations, there's a kind of existential dread that accompanies changing social media profiles. It's really not at all different from the dread that accompanies turning a C.V. into a resume. There's not much room in either of those genres, and boy, wouldn't it be tragic if people didn't know HOW AWESOME I AM? Didn't know all the great articles I've published, all the awesome grants and fellowships I've earned? There's the threat that one will remain too attached to those old achievements.
I'm trying to view it as a moment of freedom. I have actually accomplished things outside of academia - but more importantly, I have GOALS outside of academia. This is a chance not just to change how people see me online, but to rethink how I see myself. Watch this space as I tweak, poke, and prod that self-presentation/self-perception.
P.S. There is another practical concern. Even as I'm looking for real-world jobs, my plan is to continue applying for academic jobs for the upcoming cycle, pretty much in case I end up really loathing wherever I end up. I will have to carefully calibrate my self-presentation so that academic hiring committees really understand where I'm coming from.
Monday, July 15, 2013
The Quest for Freedom: Why I'm Leaving Academia. Temporarily. Maybe.
Today is a big day. Many of my friends and family know about it, but this is the first time I've posted here on the blog about a major transition in my life. In about three weeks, I will no longer be employed by the University of South Florida as a Postdoctoral Research Fellow. My two-year contract is expiring, so there's nothing terribly dramatic about that. What's more notable is that I'm not, as most academics at this juncture would be expected to, packing up and shipping off to another city to start either a tenure-track job or a visiting assistant professorship somewhere. Instead, I've spent the last few months fine-tuning a resume (not a C.V.), thinking about what skills I've acquired in my time in academia, and, starting a few weeks ago, applying for jobs in copywriting.
In other words, I'm leaving academia.
I don't know if this is a permanent bail. Probably not. Right up until the end of my fellowship, I seem to find working on my academic book proposal (for my book on Japanese Underground hip hop) way more compelling and interesting than the task of finding a real-world job, so we're already experiencing some nostalgia. But for a number of reasons, I feel I have to take some time to discover what the alternatives are, and whether I feel they might fit me.
The idea of doing this first emerged about nine months ago, and I blame love. There was a woman, and I felt things that I hadn't felt about anyone in a decade. She opened me up - and I thought to myself, how can I leave this? It's the expectation, the way the model works - from postdoc in place A to Assistant in Place B, with no choice, nothing but the luck of the draw. And the profoundly dated presumption that as a primary breadwinner, a professor could pick up and carry his (presumptively, his) entire brood anywhere. But now marriages dissolve because neither spouse can or wants to compromise on their job. Which, for me, seems like mistaken priorities.
That love affair ended in blood and fire - itself a transformational lesson in how callous humans can really be - but in the meantime other thoughts had crept in. Last November, I visited my friend, an assistant professor at a private liberal arts college in a very small town. I went there, and I saw he and his wife putting on a triumphant performance of mutual tolerance, and I took the three-minute walk to the only coffee shop in the three-stoplight town, and I heard the stress in his voice as he lamented his three year review, and the amount of pressure put on his teaching evaluations. He seemed worn, old. Another academic friend of mine indirectly revealed that for her full-time professorship, she was being paid barely more than I was earning doing only research. The professorship that I'd been dreaming of all these years began to seem like a less alluring reality.
I powered through graduate school in Iowa City and nearly had a breakdown from loneliness and life-threatening weather, maybe because I could not conceive of a better alternative. In Florida, though, one is given a profound window onto the possibilities afforded by money and flexibility. I began to think I might someday want to be able to be spontaneous. I might want to have great experiences that didn't involve reading. I would perhaps really someday like to have sex on a boat.
Maybe a catamaran.
This is not to say that I want to get rich, but it will at this rate be another seven years before I can pay off a small amount in student loans. This is an oppressive thought for me.
There was another, perhaps even more profound, because more immediate, factor. About a year ago - just before everything went so horribly with a woman I thought I was going to spend the rest of my life with - I connected with the principal organizers of The Venture Compound, an art gallery and performance space manned entirely by lunatics and flame-headed igniting angels. I'm in its grip, fascinated and immersed, now committed to really make this place survive, committed to insane dreams of building something. I maneuver city politics and I meet people from all walks of life, furniture makers and architects and witches, and because we are generous with our secret selves, our darkest thoughts, they feel that they can be, in turn, and so they stand there nothing but men with their skin on.
I am in the world, suddenly, I am of the world. I have completely inverted my relationship to being.
And so now, I'm fantasizing about a new life, where I am part of a team that pursues a great goal together, instead of a series of piddling goals separately. I want to think about the least predictable ways what I'm doing could impact, not just a few elites, but a true public. I want to intervene in something other than debates.
I don't know if I have it in me. Sometimes I look at myself and I just see some passive eunuch. And I look at the world and it seems bleak, how do all those people do it out there without an institution behind them, without some superficially benign branch of the nanny state at their back, massed rifles just out of sight?
No, I don't really feel that way. Education is a vital public good. But still, how can I live if the government isn't forcing those Iowa farmers to support me?
But I think I'll figure it out. I really do. After all, people do it all the time, right? Every day. And it's not necessarily comfortable, or easy, there's that feeling of some small hook pulling your belly down hollow from the inside. But in return you get the certainty that you have lived. We as humans have been so diabolical to one another that, within a strictly bureaucratic framework, we have constructed a subjective experience that on a day to day level, for many people, is as terrifying as being stalked by a jaguar. People kill themselves because they don't think they can handle the whole contraption, all of it put into place by nothing but humans working with and against fellow humans.
Wish me luck in the insanity.
I would like to thank Penelope Trunk and her utterly fearless integration of her personal struggles into her blogging about the professional world for inspiring me to pursue some new directions in my writing. For the next few weeks or months, I'll be trying to combine my subjective experiences with some genuinely helpful and substantive reflections on the passage from academic to post-academic.
In other words, I'm leaving academia.
I don't know if this is a permanent bail. Probably not. Right up until the end of my fellowship, I seem to find working on my academic book proposal (for my book on Japanese Underground hip hop) way more compelling and interesting than the task of finding a real-world job, so we're already experiencing some nostalgia. But for a number of reasons, I feel I have to take some time to discover what the alternatives are, and whether I feel they might fit me.
The idea of doing this first emerged about nine months ago, and I blame love. There was a woman, and I felt things that I hadn't felt about anyone in a decade. She opened me up - and I thought to myself, how can I leave this? It's the expectation, the way the model works - from postdoc in place A to Assistant in Place B, with no choice, nothing but the luck of the draw. And the profoundly dated presumption that as a primary breadwinner, a professor could pick up and carry his (presumptively, his) entire brood anywhere. But now marriages dissolve because neither spouse can or wants to compromise on their job. Which, for me, seems like mistaken priorities.
That love affair ended in blood and fire - itself a transformational lesson in how callous humans can really be - but in the meantime other thoughts had crept in. Last November, I visited my friend, an assistant professor at a private liberal arts college in a very small town. I went there, and I saw he and his wife putting on a triumphant performance of mutual tolerance, and I took the three-minute walk to the only coffee shop in the three-stoplight town, and I heard the stress in his voice as he lamented his three year review, and the amount of pressure put on his teaching evaluations. He seemed worn, old. Another academic friend of mine indirectly revealed that for her full-time professorship, she was being paid barely more than I was earning doing only research. The professorship that I'd been dreaming of all these years began to seem like a less alluring reality.
I powered through graduate school in Iowa City and nearly had a breakdown from loneliness and life-threatening weather, maybe because I could not conceive of a better alternative. In Florida, though, one is given a profound window onto the possibilities afforded by money and flexibility. I began to think I might someday want to be able to be spontaneous. I might want to have great experiences that didn't involve reading. I would perhaps really someday like to have sex on a boat.
Maybe a catamaran.
This is not to say that I want to get rich, but it will at this rate be another seven years before I can pay off a small amount in student loans. This is an oppressive thought for me.
There was another, perhaps even more profound, because more immediate, factor. About a year ago - just before everything went so horribly with a woman I thought I was going to spend the rest of my life with - I connected with the principal organizers of The Venture Compound, an art gallery and performance space manned entirely by lunatics and flame-headed igniting angels. I'm in its grip, fascinated and immersed, now committed to really make this place survive, committed to insane dreams of building something. I maneuver city politics and I meet people from all walks of life, furniture makers and architects and witches, and because we are generous with our secret selves, our darkest thoughts, they feel that they can be, in turn, and so they stand there nothing but men with their skin on.
I am in the world, suddenly, I am of the world. I have completely inverted my relationship to being.
And so now, I'm fantasizing about a new life, where I am part of a team that pursues a great goal together, instead of a series of piddling goals separately. I want to think about the least predictable ways what I'm doing could impact, not just a few elites, but a true public. I want to intervene in something other than debates.
I don't know if I have it in me. Sometimes I look at myself and I just see some passive eunuch. And I look at the world and it seems bleak, how do all those people do it out there without an institution behind them, without some superficially benign branch of the nanny state at their back, massed rifles just out of sight?
No, I don't really feel that way. Education is a vital public good. But still, how can I live if the government isn't forcing those Iowa farmers to support me?
But I think I'll figure it out. I really do. After all, people do it all the time, right? Every day. And it's not necessarily comfortable, or easy, there's that feeling of some small hook pulling your belly down hollow from the inside. But in return you get the certainty that you have lived. We as humans have been so diabolical to one another that, within a strictly bureaucratic framework, we have constructed a subjective experience that on a day to day level, for many people, is as terrifying as being stalked by a jaguar. People kill themselves because they don't think they can handle the whole contraption, all of it put into place by nothing but humans working with and against fellow humans.
Wish me luck in the insanity.
I would like to thank Penelope Trunk and her utterly fearless integration of her personal struggles into her blogging about the professional world for inspiring me to pursue some new directions in my writing. For the next few weeks or months, I'll be trying to combine my subjective experiences with some genuinely helpful and substantive reflections on the passage from academic to post-academic.
Monday, June 24, 2013
The Venture Compound Evolution Quest: Building Something Great
As great as my time at USF has been for my scholarship, the greatest thing that Tampa Bay has given me is my connection to The Venture Compound. Venture is an arts collective focusing on young and emerging artists, and I've been serving as their Director of Communication for about a year now. This is the biggest part of a major new chapter in my life - the transition from academic contemplation to some serious dirty-hands engagement with projects aimed at making a world that I want to live in. The Venture experience has been amazing in every way, starting with discovering a large community of aesthetic like minds who were committed to making art happen with a professional approach. Our mission of bringing the weirdest possible art to the widest possible audience is something that pushes my buttons in every way.
So, as part of my contribution to the effort, a couple of months ago I started work on a funding campaign to raise money so we could make some needed upgrades to facilities. Last night, that campaign came to a close, with us raising $1,661, including some offline contributions. For a lot of nonprofits, this would be a pretty minimal sum, but for us it's the largest amount of money we've ever had in one place. We've got detailed plans for how to spend that money, and you can look over them at our Indiegogo page:
http://www.indiegogo.com/projects/the-venture-compound-evolution-quest/x/3073425
I decided to use Indiegogo because we weren't entirely confident of our fundraising potential, and their flexible funding option appealed to us. As it turns out, I was definitely overconfident about how much we could raise, so I'm glad I was a little cautious. Still, obviously the effort is a success, and it's going to allow us to do some amazing new things at Venture. Even more important, I hope this establishes our legitimacy as an arts institution with a large community of serious supporters - something that's going to mean a lot for future fundraising.
We have had plenty of expressions of support and love that can't be measured in dollars, and in most respects, that's the most important part. Still, there's something truly moving about having so many people make real sacrifices to support us, and most importantly trust us, in this more abstract way. We make a lot of jokes about what a bunch of screwups we are, but clearly we have cultivated a lot of people who disagree, and are willing to see what we can accomplish with more resources. We don't plan on letting them down.
(If you missed the opportunity to be part of our fundraiser, don't fret! I'm sure we'll be doing it again soon. Though of course it won't be nearly as cool the second time around.)
http://www.indiegogo.com/projects/the-venture-compound-evolution-quest/x/3073425
I decided to use Indiegogo because we weren't entirely confident of our fundraising potential, and their flexible funding option appealed to us. As it turns out, I was definitely overconfident about how much we could raise, so I'm glad I was a little cautious. Still, obviously the effort is a success, and it's going to allow us to do some amazing new things at Venture. Even more important, I hope this establishes our legitimacy as an arts institution with a large community of serious supporters - something that's going to mean a lot for future fundraising.
We have had plenty of expressions of support and love that can't be measured in dollars, and in most respects, that's the most important part. Still, there's something truly moving about having so many people make real sacrifices to support us, and most importantly trust us, in this more abstract way. We make a lot of jokes about what a bunch of screwups we are, but clearly we have cultivated a lot of people who disagree, and are willing to see what we can accomplish with more resources. We don't plan on letting them down.
(If you missed the opportunity to be part of our fundraiser, don't fret! I'm sure we'll be doing it again soon. Though of course it won't be nearly as cool the second time around.)
Saturday, June 22, 2013
Update: VENTURE COMPOUND FUNDRAISER CRUSHING IT!
In addition to my wide variety of other shenanigans, I'm on the Board of Directors of the Venture Compound, a nonprofit arts collective where I have various duties, including running our current Indiegogo fundraiser. And our fundraiser is KICKING ASS. Following is current info on our status. Please visit the fundraiser to kick in and earn some great premiums including our awesome t-shirts, membership privileges, and our epic PIZZA PARTY!
http://www.indiegogo.com/projects/the-venture-compound-evolution-quest/x/3073425
http://www.indiegogo.com/projects/the-venture-compound-evolution-quest/x/3073425
WE ARE KILLING THIS. Our fundraiser has hit $1,120 raised. What does that mean? Well LEMME TELL YOU:
Gallery Lighting: FUNDED. – We love art, but sometimes our gallery doesn’t. We will now have proper gallery lighting so we can showcase the greatness of our artists.
Remaining Fire Code Needs: FUNDED. – We can buy an emergency exit door, updated emergency lighting, and fire extinguishers. Yay for not dying!
Backyard Prettification: FUNDED. – We know you love our pallets and broken plastic chairs. But how about some hand-built wood benches, tables, and maybe even outdoor lighting? How about some garden boxes? How about a FUCKING JUNGLE GYM? NOW THEY'RE COMING. Well, we'll give the jungle gym a 'maybe.'
Venture Compound Sign Hanging Committee : FUNDED. – Now we can afford to hang the awesome sign Jim built!
WHAT WE'RE STILL SHOOTING FOR:
What We Can Do If We Hit $1400:
TV Mountain Historical Landmark Rescue Plan.
TV Mountain needs to be rewired and engineered for endurance so we can all continue to enjoy 15-channel, quadruple-track old-movie marathons in shuddering monochrome. This would involve cleaning up the wiring and building new shelves so we don’t die when a 35” Samsung from 1989 falls from the top row.
Check out more info on TV Mountain HERE:
What We Can Do If We Hit $2,000
Sound Enhancements: It might not cover our entire wishlist, but a couple hundred could let us make some real upgrades to what you hear. Believe it or not, The Venture Compound has been using BORROWED SPEAKERS for over a year. We'd really love to have something to call our own. We'd also like to get our hands on a recording unit for RECORDING LIVE BANDS - recordings that would be released to YOU, the public.
Saturday, June 15, 2013
Audiogalaxy History
I've just discovered the blog of Tom Kleinpeter, a former founder and engineer at Audiogalaxy, a music sharing website where I cut my writing chops. There were two very separate teams there, and I didn't know Tom well, so it's fascinating to read about what was going on on the other side of the wall, so to speak.
I owe a lot to my Audiogalaxy experience - it basically got me into grad school. It's nice to know the founders are still plugging along.
There are three parts to the series:
http://www.tomkleinpeter.com/2008/03/11/always-refer-to-your-v1-as-a-prototype/
http://www.tomkleinpeter.com/2008/03/13/users-with-a-tattoo-of-your-logo-check/
http://www.tomkleinpeter.com/2008/03/14/the-lawsuit-shutdown-and-aftermath/
I owe a lot to my Audiogalaxy experience - it basically got me into grad school. It's nice to know the founders are still plugging along.
There are three parts to the series:
http://www.tomkleinpeter.com/2008/03/11/always-refer-to-your-v1-as-a-prototype/
http://www.tomkleinpeter.com/2008/03/13/users-with-a-tattoo-of-your-logo-check/
http://www.tomkleinpeter.com/2008/03/14/the-lawsuit-shutdown-and-aftermath/
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