Time Shifting

I’ve moved to the Pacific time zone for the summer. The shift challenged me. First there was getting a drugged cat and a mobility-challenged husband through three airports and three time zones. Then we arrived in Seattle to find our refrigerator had gone on the fritz and learned it would take three days to get a new one delivered.

The new fridge has arrived and been stocked with groceries. The three of us have managed to sleep through the night. And the bruises I got in airport transport are fading.

Now the real time shifting begins. No more teaching schedules. Very few meetings planned. Research and writing projects stacked in my electronic in-box, but no immediate deadlines. Lots of reasons not to start those summer projects yet (hey, I haven’t blogged for six months!). But sooner or later, I’m going to have to figure out how to shift summer time into something other than down time.

Words

Listening.
Kate McKinnon.
Leonard Cohen.
Hallelujah.

Reading.
Newspapers.
Social media.
Tea leaves.
Seek and ye shall find.

Hurting.
Friends.
Students.
Strangers.
Me.
If it be thy will.

Struggling.
To understand.
To empathize.
To imagine.
To plan.
To act.
Let there be light.

Converting.
Listening to speaking.
Reading to writing.
Hurting to healing.
Struggling to succeeding.
In the beginning was the Word.

Beginning, Middle, and End

The school year has begun. I will share the semester with sixteen first-year students at the beginning of their college experience. We will “dissect families” to learn about how family resources influence how we think, learn, and do.

I will also share the semester with a group of students who have just passed the middle of their advertising coursework. Most studied advertising media with me last summer. Most gained internship experience this summer. Our Advertising Management course should help them focus their final two semesters and subsequent job search.

My final class marks both a beginning and an end. Philosophical and Theoretical Foundations of Communication and Information is the first class for students starting their terminal degree. They enter the class confident in their accomplishments thus far. I hope they finish with more questions than answers.

This education gig is all about questions and answers. At the beginning we don’t even know what the questions are. In the middle, we start to gain focus. And at the end the questions become more interesting and the answers more illusive

I love my job. No question about it.

Owning Media vs. Owning Audience

Journalist A.J. Liebling is said to have coined the phrase, “Freedom of the press is guaranteed only to those who own one." But in recent news, Facebook has illustrated that in the new media environment, it is not who owns the press but who owns the audience that matters.

Emily Bell, director at the Tow Center for Digital Journalism at Columbia University noted that Facebook's changes “...highlight how ownership of the user is a central tension between news producers and platforms.”

The NYT article goes on to note: "Publishers have little choice but to deal with the changes that Facebook makes, given the dependent relationship news media companies have with the social network. Some 44 percent of adults in the United States regularly read news content on the site, according to a 2016 study by the Pew Research Center. And more than 40 percent of referral traffic to news sites comes from Facebook, according to data from Parse.ly, a digital publishing analytics company."

If you own the audience, you want members of that audience to be happy with the content they engage with on your social network. And if "news of family" generated by audience members is more important than "news of the world" generated by journalists, you "tweak the algorithm."

What concerns me is not only that Facebook users place little value on news of the world, but also that users might isolate themselves from news that doesn't fit their own personal algorithm. Laura Brown (@LBonPlanetEarth) of Politico made this point eloquently in her presentation on a News Feed Divided.

Yes, Facebook is exerting a lot of pressure over the newsfeed. But the users are exerting even more. When we opt to read something that is referred by a friend because we know that friend holds views similar to our own, we are narrowing our world view. When fact checkers become irrelevant because we can't agree on what constitutes fact, honest dialogue gives way to boisterous demagogues.

The NYT concludes: “The growth and competition in the publisher ecosystem is really, really strong,” Adam Mosseri, vice president of product management for the news feed at Facebook, said in a recent interview with reporters. “We’re worried that a lot of people using Facebook are not able to connect to friends and family as well because of that.”

No need to worry about who owns the press anymore. But we do need to gain a better understanding of the whole "publisher ecosystem" and the role that each of us plays in building a sustainable public dialogue.

Pat Summitt Focus

Pat Summitt was four years my senior and infinitely more focused than I. She mastered a sport, a court, and support. She laid out game plans, stared down lame plays, and stayed by same principles.

She took advantage of opportunities without being an opportunist – moving from graduate assistant to coach, using Title IX to build a team, putting Rocky Top on the map of college sports. She stayed true to her state, her school, and her orange, white, and blue.

She was a mother, a mentor, a friend. She was a leader, a speaker, a motivator. She was a farm girl, a baby sister, and a woman who fought for her father’s hug. 

She moved from a childhood constrained by a small town and a half court to a woman who played full tilt on the world stage. She was honored by presidents. She stood on Olympic podiums. She cut down championship nets. 

She fought for her family. She fought for her athletes. And in the end she fought against a debilitating disease. 

Today, news organizations around the world are remembering the focus she brought to women’s basketball, the opportunities she built for herself and others, the well-rounded role model she was, and the way that she fought to the bitter end.

While she was doing all of that, I zig-zagged through a very different life. I was in Tennessee in the 1970s, but had no idea how Pat was focusing her energies. I wore flats and kept my nose in books rather than recognizing that my six-foot frame could be used to any advantage. I moved from career to career and from state to state following people and opportunities and possibilities.

Almost exactly 17 years ago, I landed back in Tennessee. Rocky Top is now home sweet home to me. I’ve gained some focus. I’ve built an academic career on top of careers as English teacher, book editor, journalist, non-profit manager, and technology marketer. I served as mentor to one of Pat’s players. I served all undergraduate students on the University of Tennessee’s Journey to the Top 25.

Ate age 60, I do not regret having followed the flow. I’ve recently returned to the students and the research that led me to academe in mid-life. I’ve only got four years until I reach the age Pat was today. How can I best serve when I'm 64? Pat has inspired me to step up my game, to build on opportunity, to fight, and most of all to focus.

Today that focus is all on Pat Summitt and the amazing legacy she built.

Needles, Spheres, and Irony

Last week, my husband, my cat and I made our summer sojourn to Seattle. On the airplane's final descent, we were able to see the Space Needle just below our glide path. The weather has been clear and fine since we arrived. From our neighborhood to the north of Seattle, I’ve occasionally spotted the top of the needle hovering like a space ship above Queen Anne Hill.



In Knoxville, where we live during the school year, the Sun Sphere casts a shadow on the balcony of our condo unit. Almost every morning, I drink coffee as I welcome the sunrise glinting off that golden globe.


The remnants of world’s fairs mark the skylines of both of my hometowns. The 1962 fair brought the Space Needle and 2.3 million visitors to Seattle. The 1982 fair brought the Sun Sphere and 11 million visitors to Knoxville. What an irony that the Knoxville fair was so much bigger than the one in Seattle!

Today the Space Needle is a more widely recognized and the city of Seattle has a bigger footprint and a grander reputation. But the “scruffy city” of Knoxville has begun to reclaim its iconic status as host – if not to the world, at least to some very good friends of mine. I recently used the sphere as the starting point for a walking tour of town for a friend who is thinking of retiring to Knoxville. And a wonderful group of friends just posted pictures from a birthday party inside the sphere. A party that I missed because I had transition to my other "fair" city.

Writing, Reflecting, and Repaying

I'm thinking today about the excellent work of students who studied Public Relations Writing with me this semester. They learned important things: creating goals, objectives, strategies and tactics; using AP style; formatting and writing a news release. They also did hard things: hearing first-hand about homelessness, raising money for an organization that serves homeless veterans, and exploring the role of resources in three generations of their own families.

I was able to share my family story, too. Two first-generation parents. Grandparents who worked as an electrician, practical nurse, linotype operator (none of my students had a clue), and restaurant and boarding house operator. I introduced my three siblings to my students either through Ted Talks or remote video guest lectures.

My students and I talked about how access to resources of all kinds shapes who we are. We talked about how food means different things to people of different means. And of how our relationship to our possessions carries over from generation to generation. And of family educational experiences that shape our past and our future.

My father, who had no hope of a college education until he served his country and earned the GI Bill, often pondered how our family had leaped in one generation from no post-secondary education to one MA and three Ph.D. degrees.  Today, as I read my usual news sources, I was reminded of all the privileges my family had.

Even though money was often tight, we were never completely without a cushion and never had to resort to predatory lending. Even though my parents never owned a home until their children were grown, they never faced the red-lining practices that lead to contract selling and serial eviction.  And even though we didn’t have a glittering roster of fancy friends, we did have family and we knew our neighbors.

I’m grateful to be standing on the shoulders of family, teachers, friends and neighbors. I am grateful to be in this place of privilege where I can challenge public relations students to write, reflect, and repay veterans for their service.

Sun, Fog, and Sixty

I live in the shadow of the Sun Sphere and a stone’s throw from the Tennessee River. Last Saturday I turned sixty.

Today I sat on my balcony to reflect as the sun rose. As the sky lightened beneath the sphere, the fog thickened over the river. The fog lingered and swirled until the ball of the sun rose to the height of the sphere.

This semester has been like a magical pre-dawn moment. A new light licks the edges of the sky. Fog sinks down to blanket low-lying areas. Research and teaching light me up. Data collection and class preparation darken my days.

As the semester neared its end, I turned sixty. Sisters and friends celebrated with me. We talked. We ate. We danced.

Today I rejoice that I can sit high enough to see both the sun rise and the fog rise. I won't always have this vantage point. But I’ve seen enough cycles now to know another day, another week, another year, another decade will rise, burn off fog, and fall again. Sixty sits well with me.

Walking and Writing

I am attending the Council on Undergraduate Research Dialogues today. The sessions inspire.  But the city lures.  I can't be in my "home town" and spend the whole day in a hotel. So I skipped a session and took a walk.

Perhaps I've presented an unfamiliar picture of DC, but I like it.  Public art at a public library. A celebration of writing and reading.

Writing has haunted me this week.  I read a haunting novel, The Ocean at the End of the Lane by Neil Gaiman. I recommend it.

In preparation for being away a couple of days, I spent extra time prepping assignments for my PR writing class. I hope those assignments will help, rather than haunt, my students.

And within the space of five minutes earlier today, I tweeted about three excellent articles on writing:

#writing and #learning Make a Better Writing Assignment by Design ihenow.com/1VsmDZ2

#writetoberead Essay on accessible academic research ihenow.com/1Ww9WN1

#goodwriting requires #goodassignments Colleges should invest more in teaching students how to write ihenow.com/1Q5HrW3

Now, my walk is done, and I need to end my writing, too.  I must return to that conference in the bowels of the ball room. I know I will learn. I will grow. I will meet new scholars. If only I weren't so haunted by my home town....

Blossoming

 I have an amaryllis. My dear friend Margie gave it to me on the occasion of her move to a windowless office.

I have moved offices thrice since then. The amaryllis has always graced my window. It rarely blooms.

It last bloomed almost three years ago. Shortly before that blossom, Margie had left her office for good.

The amaryllis began to blossom about a week ago. It (and Margie) seems to welcome me back to a teaching office.

Other buds open, too.  My students are writing better, talking more openly and preparing well for classes.

I've broken through the soil of stagnant teaching. My students and I are learning better together.

I've toiled to update my research tools. Publishing opportunities have begun to emerge.

Service projects withering in my "to do" list have new life.  I can see colorful opportunities ahead.

The amaryllis continues to blossom; three buds are yet to open. Watch for that magic moment of full bloom just before it falls dormant again.

Change, Challenge and Communication

The planets aligned around three themes in my twitter feed and my classroom this week: change, challenge, and communication.

Inside Higher Ed reported on what Provosts' think about the future of higher education. The times they are a' changing. But Provosts' still believe in liberal arts and learning. They believe that their institutions are healthy despite financial challenges. Perhaps classrooms will continue to exist -- at least for the remainder of my career.

My first full week in the classroom this semester brought both change and challenge. I struggled with new-to-me instructional technology. But I managed to muddle through by pushing buttons until things worked. I even digitally brought a former doctoral student (@kfreberg) into @461SocialMedia with a new-to-her online teaching tool that allowed me to record her presentation and post it online for students who were absent because of snow and travel. Despite all the technological delivery, I think the classroom added value to learning for those who were there. I hope so.

Perhaps the biggest test of the classroom as a value-added proposition will be for students in my Advertising Media Strategy class. Less than half of them were in the classroom yesterday. Many were iced into their apartment complexes. Almost a dozen were in New York on a @utadpr excursion: #utkadclubnyc16. All the readings and lecture notes are online. But will those students who missed class learn the tough stuff of audience and cost metrics as well as those students who were in the classroom to talk about gross impressions and GRP and reach and frequency and CPM and CPP?

Communication is where the classroom and twitter feed really aligned. Bob Blaisdell compared writing and dancing. Learning both can be a challenge. Students in my public relations writing class want more structure. I am grateful they were able to express their frustration in a constructive way. I'm revising future assignments to add more specific instructions and examples. I'm a free-form kind of dancer. Never took a dance class. Never wanted to waltz. But my dance style doesn't translate well for my writing students.

@markwschaefer wrote about the future of blogging. It is changing and challenging. Timely article for #461social students who are just starting their blogs.

@joshmkim suggested that an increase in social media outlets might help professionals listen more and talk less. Good advice for educators whether they are in the Provost's office or the classroom.

@nytegan reminded me what the 8-second attention span means for me as a writer and a teacher. As a writer, I'm lucky if you've gotten this far in my blog post. As a teacher, I need to listen more and talk less to make the classroom a valued place of learning.

Time and Control for Faculty and Administrators

As I prepare for my first semester of full-time teaching after 10 years of academic administration, I find myself reflecting on differences in both #time and #control for faculty and administrators.

At one level, faculty have limited control of their time. They have to meet students at the same times each week. They have to schedule vacations around breaks and holidays. They have no sick days. But in another way, faculty have significant control over their time. They can schedule personal appointments in mid-day. They can work on research projects at any hour of the night or day. They often have teaching schedules that make long weekends easy to create.

Administrators have little control over their time. Someone else manages their calendars They are usually expected to be on campus from at least eight to at least five for at least five days a week. They often move from meeting to meeting with little time for the most personal of needs (e.g., bathroom breaks). But they do have sick days and vacation days. And vacations don't have to coincide with the academic calendar. Their offices often set the times of meetings, so they have some control over the rhythm of their work lives.

I am readjusting to "faculty time." I got my hair cut in the middle of the day. I finished drafting my syllabi in the early morning hours when I have the most energy. And I look with joy on my calendar for the next few weeks. It is blissfully almost blank on Mondays, Wednesdays, and Fridays.  As I remember a task force I recently chaired on managing classroom capacity, I feel vaguely guilty. But you won't find me complaining about my Tuesday/Thursday classes that are scheduled either in the same building as my office or in a building about a block away.

Faculty and administrators both have challenges in controlling their time. But, at least for now, I'm happy to be back on faculty time.

Bags, messaging, culture, policy, structure, and change

During the academic year, I live in Knoxville, TN where bags are free and plastic is plentiful. During the summer, I live in Seattle, WA where retail outlets are required to charge a minimum of $.05 for every bag supplied to customers and plastic bags are forbidden.

Knoxville uses messaging to support a "green" culture. I work at a university that prides itself on improvements it has made on reducing, recycling, and reusing. We rally around the slogan "Make Orange Green." Posters at grocery stores remind shoppers to bring bags in from their cars. I care about the environment. I have canvas bags in Knoxville. But those bags rarely make it into my car when I drive for my weekly grocery shopping trip and return home with numerous plastic bags.

Seattle uses public policy and urban design to support a green environment. In the summer, I carry a collapsable ChicoBag on my key chain. I never leave home without "carrying capacity" for purchases I might make. I walk to stores that are close to where I live. I buy fewer items at a time. They usually fit in my ChicoBag. And if I somehow find myself in need of a shopping bag, I cringe at paying for it.  Does $.05 break my bank?  No. But that charge, along with other structural factors that support a "bagless" society, makes me change my behavior.

Sometimes messaging and culture building is not enough. Slogans and posters can raise awareness. But they are less likely to change behaviors. Communicators need to know their limitations. If behavioral change is the desired outcome, they need to do the hard work of shaping policies and structures.

Turning and Timing

It turns out that turning a new leaf on January 1 is a fairly new phenomenon. The Georgian calendar, introduced in 1582, placed the start of the year at the start of of the month named for the Roman god of transitions, Janus, who looks both backward and forward. But neither the Brits nor the colonists in North America really accepted that date until the mid 1700s.

The Georgian calendar is based on the sun. But many cultures still honor a lunar calendar and celebrate the new year with the arrival of the second new moon after the winter solstice.

What drives us to track time? And why do we track those cycles based on orbs of light that mark the day and night? Why are we compelled to "wrap up" the old year with lists of highlights and plan for the new year with lists of resolutions?

To everything, turn, turn, turn....
There is a season, turn, turn, turn....

Pies, preparation, bread, and beliefs

My mother taught me to bake pumpkin pies on Christmas eve. They have more time to "chill" in the fridge. And the oven is free for other things on Christmas day. She tried to teach me to make pie crusts. I did not learn. Instead, we developed a tradition. She made the crust. I made the filling. She fell asleep for the final time shortly before Christmas four years ago. Christmas is not the same without her and her pie crusts.

Mother also taught me to bake bread. But challah, which is now my go-to bread for holiday meals, is a recipe I learned in home economics class at Takoma Academy. We learned not only how to activate the yeast and kneed the dough, but also how the braided bread was made on Friday in preparation for the Sabbath. I made my challah today in preparation for Christmas.

I am prepared for Christmas. As I write, church bells begin to ring for an afternoon service. I plan to sing Christmas songs this evening. Perhaps at one of the several churches in walking distance from my home. But more likely at a secular gathering at a nearby non-religious venue.

I believe in seasonal traditions. I believe in family and food. I believe in music and ritual. We do not all share the same families or food. We do not all share the same music or ritual. But I am sending out a wish that we can all share in the preparation for a season of peace on earth and goodwill toward all.

Media, Politics, and Fagmentation

I have taken a vow. I will NOT express my personal political views on social media. I have views. I am willing to discuss them FtF. But the social media echo chamber turns nasty too quickly. I will not engage.

But I am interested in discussing communication phenomena that are occurring in the current political climate. Two stories struck me today. The first, in the Washington Post, profiled Obama and introduced several interesting communication topics.

The article chronicles an extended e-mail "conversation" between a Chicago doctor and Obama. The doctor asked Obama to use "fair-minded words" when discussing abortion -- one of the more divisive topics in the political landscape. It seems Obama tried to heed that advice, but struggled for balance in a world where "right to choose" and "right to life" are both heavily laden with moral outrage and the "right to be right."

@GregJaffe, who wrote the WP story, suggests that the country has become more divided in the past eight years and that: "The reasons for the country's divisions are long and complicated and include a fragmented media, economic uncertainty, and rapid social change."

I find the media part of that equation interesting. While they are hard to stomach, I waded into the user comments on this article. By reading the comments, one can almost guess the commenter's media habits. Some insist that Obama is a Muslim, some take a lecturing public television approach to describing the article as a "puff" piece. Most troubling are the attempts at "dialogue" in which commenters are clearly operating from a completely different set of "facts."

When we use value-laden terms to describe decisions that are both intimate and immense and we draw our "facts" from different sources, how can we be "one nation?"

Which takes me to the second article. It is in the New York Times and provides insight on my academic discipline both broadly (media) and specifically (advertising). I learned things I didn't know about ad rates and Super Pacs. But I also learned that, as I suspected, a lot of campaign money is no longer going to television advertising. There are many reasons. But fundamentally campaigns are getting more targeted.

Like him or not, Obama started us down this pathway. Social media IS an echo chamber. But it is also targeted and it is cheap. Why spend millions on television advertising to reach an audience that has already largely decided how to vote? Social media offer enticing new ways for politicians to find and grow their base of support.

But does all of this micro targeting create more macro fragmenting? Can a house so fragmented stand?

Time, Media, Retail, and Clutter

Two pieces I read online in the New York Times this morning turned my thoughts to #time.

The first is an analysis of streaming video. I grew up without television. I never developed a video habit. I haven't streamed any video. Still, the thoughtful analysis of #media grabbed my attention.

Early movies and television used techniques from stage. But when they broke free of the place-based constraints of the stage and realized the time-based benefits of their format they really began to shine.

A few quotes from @poniewozik I found particularly compelling:

"In TV, narrative has always been an outgrowth of the delivery mechanism."

"Watching a streaming series is ... like reading a book — you receive it as a seamless whole, you set your own schedule — but it’s also like video gaming. Binge-watching is immersive."

"... “linear TV” — assumes that your time is scarce and it has you for a few precious hours before bed. The streaming services assume they own your free time, whenever it comes — travel, holidays, weekends — to fill with five- and 10-hour entertainments."

"...the medium (broadcast) didn’t come into its own until it learned to use what made it distinctive — the ability to tell open-ended ongoing stories. Likewise, streaming needs to learn to use its supersized format better, not fight against it."

"More so than any recent innovation in TV, streaming has the potential, even the likelihood, to create an entirely new genre of narrative: one with elements of television, film and the novel, yet different from all of those. But it’s going to take time for all of us to master it."

#Time. That's what ties the two NYT pieces together.

The second is about #retail shopping and #clutter. People say they want to spend less #time shopping. They want less #clutter. People say they want straightforward pricing. But when stores remove clutter, take away the deal hidden in the haystack, and make it easier to get through the store quickly, revenues drop.

@PacoUnderhill1 found that "consumers generally reported that time spent in-store was roughly twice that on our stopwatch." And despite wanting to spend less time dealing with clutter, "stuff" got into consumer's carts because it was a “great deal.”

His final advice: "Get rid of everything you don’t use, love or need. Donate it, shred it, trash it. Life is too short to keep clutter around. Leave that to the stores."

Lack of #clutter is one of the reasons I love digital #media. I did all my NYT reading without a single piece of paper entering my home. But #time is the thing I value most this holiday season.

My husband sits across from me reading the local paper on paper. It has created a cluttered mess around his chair. But the quiet #time we spend together on a Sunday morning transcends our #media choices, is far better than a #retail frenzy, and is worth a bit of #clutter.

Digital Cats and Control

I love cats. Most of my adult life I've been owned by at least one feline. Rocky, who currently lets me live in his house, was named for Rocky Top (a tune we hear many times on Saturdays in the fall), not Rocky Balboa. Nevertheless, he is far more likely to punch at bags than be contained in them.

Rocky

Still, I was struck by a recent article that asserted: "letting go of a false sense of control is important. The digital cat is out of the bag and everyone has social media."

The same day I smiled over the concept of #digitalcats, I also read an insightful piece about brands and reputation. A recent meeting of chief marketing officers in higher education seems to have come to a broad agreement that communicators manage brands while reputation "happens to you."

My academic research career began with an attempt to understand interactivity. I still don't really know what it is, but an article I published with a graduate student in the pre-social-media era of 2002 identified user #control as a key element of interactivity.

Have professional communicators lost #control of our messages? Did we ever have it? Can we manage brands? Or will unruly #digitalcats frisk round cyber space clawing at our reputations?

Resources, Preparation, Ability, Grit and Student Success

According to an article in the Atlantic, first generation students come to campus with little academic “know how” and little hope for degree completion. That article chronicles multiple students at different types of institutions in Tennessee and paints a bleak picture.

Tennessee offers an interesting context. The Tennessee Promise now provides free community college to high school graduates. The University of Tennessee, Knoxville (UT) recently won the Trailblazer Award from the Association of Public and Land Grant Universities for improvements in retention and graduation rates. The picture is brighter than the Atlantic makes it seem.

At UT we’ve found that no single factor predicts struggle or success. There seem to be four big pieces to the puzzle: #resources, #preparation, #ability, and #grit.

Parental educational attainment is one of a “bundle” of #resource issues that impact student success. A regression analysis done by UT economics professors, found that students whose father have a four-year or graduate degree have a 5% boost in their chance of retaining from first to second year. The effect of a mother's education is about three percentage points.

Other #resources matter, too. The percentage of students who are eligible for free and reduced lunch in the high school a student attended matters almost as much as parental education. If two students are identical in all other respects, but one attended a school with 5% economically disadvantaged students and the other a school with 55% disadvantaged students, the latter would typically be predicted to have more than a 7% lower probability of first-year retention.

#Preparation during high school matters as well. A student who receives at least one credit on an Advanced Placement exam increases his or her estimated retention probability by about 6%. Parents of first-generation students might be more inclined to encourage an after-school job rather than an extra-work class that would lead to AP credits. But the AP course is more likely to prepare the student for the rigors of college study.

In the UT study, the strongest single predictor of students’ success is high school grade point average with a single point in core GPA increasing retention probability by almost 14%. GPA is not a perfect measure of #ability, but even in an era of grade inflation, students who earn the good grades in high school are also most likely to stay in college after their first year.

#Grit is also important, but hard to measure. My father and my husband were both first-generation students. They lived through grinding poverty during the depression. But they had rich high school experiences that tantalized their native intellects. The GI Bill sent them to college. They had the grit to graduate and they went on to successful careers in science and journalism respectively.

Those of us who are in the second-generation and beyond are privileged. From that position of privilege, we need to work to increase the #resource base and enhance the #preparation of students who have both the #ability and the #grit to succeed in college.

Writing and Karma

As a child, when asked what I wanted to be when I grew up, I always answered: "a writer."  I didn't stay totally true to that dream.  Typing class in high school threw me a bit off my game.  If I wasn't coordinated enough to type, how would I ever be a writer?  But my high school English teachers encouraged me.  And after a few false starts, I graduated from college with an English major.

Reasonable persons looking at my CV, would probably say I still don't know what I want to be when I grow up.  And they would be right.  I've been a high school English teacher, assistant/associate book editor, freelance journalist, non-profit manager, technology executive, university faculty member, and academic administrator.  My CV doesn't show it, but there were even a few times that I kept myself from starving by honing those typing skills and working as a Kelly Girl.

Oddly enough, what ties all of that together is #writing.  A great piece in the Chronicle of Higher Ed today by @nathcoliver asks academicians and writers "What are we worth?"  For freelance writers, the answer seems to be about $2 a word.  As the article points out, media companies have "abdicated their responsibility to financially care for journalists."

I count myself among the lucky ones.  Since I started on my seven-career adventure,  I've never been hungry.  I've always been able to pay the rent.  And #writing has always enriched my work. I don't know exactly how I got so lucky, but this is where #karma enters today's post.  I've always tried to give to others who were growing their careers.  I respond to surveys for doctoral students.  I write letters of reference for former students.

And that's where today's #karma will end.  While shopping in a grocery store that both of us rarely visit, I ran into @utadpr graduate @margohuges.  Through social media, I knew that she was trusting the universe and reinventing herself without a net.  I had already offered up assistance.  But, as it turned out when we talked IRL, there were some very easy connections I could help her make.  AND she had a great idea for ways she could help me with a class for which I'm #writing the syllabus right now. Grocery store #karma and #writing.  It's what I'm thinking about today.