<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5811679446673561761</id><updated>2009-11-20T13:53:01.826-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Electronic Anomie</title><subtitle type='html'>an·o·mie or an·o·my (ān'ə-mē) Pronunciation Key 
n.  1. Social instability caused by erosion of  standards and values.
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Alienation and purposelessness experienced by a person or a class as a result of a lack of standards, values, or ideals: "We must now brace ourselves for disquisitions on peer pressure, adolescent anomie and rage" (Charles Krauthammer).</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abedrous.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5811679446673561761/posts/default'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abedrous.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5811679446673561761/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25'/><author><name>abedrous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12634352254865370716</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>67</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5811679446673561761.post-4520928154412627286</id><published>2009-11-20T13:30:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-20T13:53:01.840-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The job market</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2712/4055589541_7ab1abfca3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 500px; height: 350px;" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2712/4055589541_7ab1abfca3.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Similar to most people looking for jobs, it's tough out there right now. The academy is no different. I've so far applied to 8 jobs, have another 8 ready to go out next week. So far I've had 2 rejections. Luckily, the first batch were more jobs I was not 100% into. For me I think the hardest thing to deal with is the location of the school. I am worried that if I don't get a job in a place I would enjoy living, I'll be miserable. Of the two rejections so far, one was in a place I would love to live, the other was in a place I would absolutely hate to live. So why bother applying?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be honest, there just aren't many openings this year. The economic shape of the country, and most states means budget cuts, or at least the potential for budget cuts, so no one is hiring. Last year at the Annual conference in August, there were over 150 schools conducting preliminary interviews with potential applicants. This year, there were less than 30 of them. What makes it even worse is that typically jobs require certain areas of expertise. Not only that, but it's usually two of them. This means that out of the 50 or 60  possible things you could make your academic and teaching focus in sociology, you need to find a school that just happens to match on both of yours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In order to prepare for this, I made one of my areas quantitative methods/statistics. While it's not always the funnest thing to study, it certainly has paid off big time for me in the number of jobs I've been able to apply to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wish me luck, it's not very fun to not have any idea of where you will be at this time next year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than that, I've been enjoying trying to become more social. For some reason, the last few years turned me into a shut-in except for in a few situations. I'm combating this by trying to hang out with new people, and spending time doing things I would normally have done by myself, like bike rides. I've met some fun new people (well, some of them aren't really new, just new to the context). As of today, November 20th, 2009, I have continued to commute by bike with little exception. All year. I dress like a ninja to avoid the cold, but it's been keeping me going. I think that in 2009 I've probably not ridden to school (on days that I went to school) less than 10 times. Six of which were on days when there was snow/ice on the ground, or it was raining really hard in the morning (I don't mind riding home in the rain, but I hate being wet all day when it pours on me in the morning).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The remaining days I didn't ride were because I had to go somewhere that I couldn't ride immediately after work (last week I had to get some stuff done on my car and I went right after class in the morning). But other than that, I think I am doing pretty good so far. I'm going to try to keep it up through as much of the winter as possible. The temp isn't really what stops me, it's the risk of slipping or not wanting to get drenched.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My band is supposed to have a bass player now. He doesn't have his own equipment, so he is borrowing ours, and he hasn't learned all the songs yet. I hope we get this taken care of, so we can just play more.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script src="http://www.google-analytics.com/urchin.js" type="text/javascript"&gt;
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I still need to write the damn thing, as well as the proposal which then must be approved, but I think I may have a solid idea that will yield interesting and relatively significant results. Life has been really busy, but good so far this semester. I've been able to stick with my workout routine, I've been getting a bit of work done on the dissertation (not as much as I'd like, but I can feel the momentum building behind me and making it easier to keep moving forward on it), and even though I've been bummed about the weather keeping me off of the bike as much as possible, I've managed to make a few upgrades to my bikes so that when the weather allows I'll be much more comfortable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On &lt;a href="http://abedrous.blogspot.com/2007/07/stress-and-new-bike.html"&gt;my Trek hybrid&lt;/a&gt;, I replaced the grip shifters with thumb shifters, and replaced the stock rubber grips with some Ergon CP-1's. Today was the first time I had a chance to ride it around with the new grips and shifters, and I was stoked. The bike is already reasonable comfortable, but this addition, plus the Brooks b17 saddle I added a few weeks back has this bike on it's way to becoming the most comfortable bike period. But more than anything, I can't wait to get on the Surly again when the snow quits ruining the trails for me. The singlespeed will be cool to ride to and from school, and the mountain bike will be fun to go ride on some trails with. I am super excited to be back out riding around again whenever I feel like it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got a new computer, which is good because I was unable to play high definition videos on my old one. I recently picked up a cheap HD digital camcorder and a Zoom H2 handheld audio recorder. I am hoping to video and audio record some live shows and then add the good audio to the video and share it online. I'll definitely link anything I get on here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My neighbors have been super helpful and will watch my dog on Wednesday nights when I have classes all day, so that she isn't stuck in the house ALL day. They've also taken her over there and just let her hang out while I am gone if they are home, because they say that they kind of miss having a dog, and they say she is really well behaved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her birthday is coming up on the 28th, and I can't believe she is going to be 3 years old already. I remember when we first got her and now she is a full grown dog. She can still steal all the space on the bed though. So I guess some things never change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also started to dabble in electronic music. I guess because of the difficulties I've been having with finding others to play music with, this lets me do everything myself. It's not super great or anything, but it's definitely fun, and I'm picking it up quick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The current state of the economy has got me a little worried about finding a job, and &lt;a href="http://www.chaosmatrix.org/library/humor/reject.html"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt; certainly is something I can relate to. I have actually been thinking that if I can't find a job right off the bat, I may just move to Barcelona and try to get a job driving a bus there. I've always said that half-jokingly, but if I can't get a job there is really nothing stopping me from doing it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script src="http://www.google-analytics.com/urchin.js" type="text/javascript"&gt;
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Since undertaking graduate work in Sociology, I have learned this lesson a countless number of times. Dealing with bureaucracies is bad enough, but when each level of that hierarchy is dead set on delaying their work until the last possible second, nothing but frustration can occur. In August I took my second comprehensive (or qualifying) exam in Environmental Sociology.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fact that it is my second comp means that once it has been passed I will be done taking classes. Forever. Due to some poor planning within the graduate committee, it was decided that the graders of each comp area have 5 weeks from the start of the semester following the completion of the exam. This means that for those who took their comp in May, and those who took it with me in August, we all should know by the end of the 5th week after the fall semester started. Unfortunately, because we will have had to be registered for classes by then, some students end up in my predicament.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am now enrolled in a course which is not a part of my Program of Studies (basically my list of classes I needed and would take that I filled out and had approved by my dissertation committee, the graduate chair of the department, and the office of graduate studies), and will be stuck in the class until I find out if I have passed or not. Because my committee has decided to wait until the last second, I have to take this extra class seriously, because if I did not pass the comp, I will be stuck in the class AND have to play catch-up. If I do pass the comp, I can drop the class, no harm, no foul. Unfortunately, because I am now in grad school purgatory, I am yet again, stuck waiting for someone else to complete their responsibilities, before I can concretely know what my next step is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I pass, I need to write my dissertation proposal this semester. If I fail, I need to study for the comp again, and prepare to take it in January of 2009 and hopefully complete it then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I am in a situation like this, it makes me really stressed out. At this stage in the Ph.D. program, I would like to minimize the amount of unnecessary work that I do as I try to complete what (assuming I have passed the comp) is my last task before becoming a Ph.D. I really needed some release, so I bought a &lt;a href="http://www.bikesdirect.com/products/motobecane/images/fantom29blk_2100.jpg"&gt;new mountain bike&lt;/a&gt;. My old mountain bike is F.U.B.A.R. (which lead me to get my &lt;a href="http://abedrous.blogspot.com/2007/07/stress-and-new-bike.html"&gt;Trek 7200 hybrid&lt;/a&gt; almost 2 years ago now), and in my youth I rode mountain bikes most of the time and spent a lot of time in the mountains (Big Bear, Idyllwild, Mammoth, and the dirt hills near my boyhood home). I haven't taken it out on the trail yet, mainly because it's been raining and muddy as all hell due to the last few days of rain, but I am hoping to get it out there soon. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The new mountain bike is a 29er, which is also new to me especially off the road, but the price was right, and it is pretty cool. I will probably get shit for not buying it from a local bike shop, but I figured for the amount I'd save it was worth the hassle. Also, i've become quite handy at maintaining my bikes at home now, and so it will be quite rare that I actually need to go to the shop to get something fixed. 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This year really can't do much worse than the last, so I am excited about the end of the Bush era. I will make the statement here first just in case... When Jeb Bush runs for president, REMEMBER THAT HE IS JUST AS MUCH OF A DOUCHE AS W. IS.&lt;br /&gt;We will have to see what kind of bullshit misleads the majority of voting Americans this year and who we end up with next. Pardon me for not being hopeful but, we seriously don't know what we're doing when the democratic process is concerned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a sad note, my truck became financially prohibitive to continue driving (nickel and dimed for repairs on little shit all month in december), so I traded him in and bought a new car. This time it's BRAND NEW, as in, it had 11 miles on it when I left the dealership. It's a 2008 Toyota Yaris S. Mine is black, not red like the one above, but I couldn't find a decent picture of one in black.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm having trouble getting used to the low height, not being able to see the front of the hood, and the center-mounted gauge cluster, but i think the gas mileage gains are pretty worthwhile. It's a sub-compact car, which is a big change coming from a 1998 fullsize chevy 1500 extended cab pick-up, but even though it's small on the outside, they made the interior pretty big compared to most other subcompacts. A friend of mine who is 6'2" or 6'3" was in the backseat behind me last night and he said he was comfortable. It's not going to move band equipment like my old truck, but I think I could get a couple speaker cabs in the backseat and amp heads and guitars in the trunk if need be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm still on my first tank of gas and the engine and transmission haven't been broken in yet, so I am not sure what the mileage will be, but the Yaris is supposed to be the car with the best gas mileage that isn't a hybrid. I can't afford a hybrid, so i'll do this. It was either this or a Subaru Impreza, but the dude at the toyota dealer got my payments way down there, so it was hard to let if slip. Theres a few sources that keep up with the gas mileage on a Yaris. &lt;a href="http://www.yarisworld.com/forums/showthread.php?p=174516#post174516"&gt;This forum&lt;/a&gt; has a thread where people post their *WORST* mpg on a tank of gas, mostly in the upper-twenties and lower-thirties. A big leap from my truck with it's 10mpg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.yarisworld.com/forums/showthread.php?t=10617&amp;amp;page=2"&gt;This other forum&lt;/a&gt; thread discusses decreases in MPG for some Yaris owners, but through lots of input it is determined that it's standard in terms of decreasing economy in cold weather, which may also effect my first few tanks in terms of MPG. &lt;a href="http://www.yarisworld.com/forums/showthread.php?t=10962"&gt;Another&lt;/a&gt; one talks about cold-weather fuel formulations that they have in some places, i'm not sure if we have that here or not. &lt;a href="http://www.yarisworld.com/forums/showthread.php?t=38"&gt;This thread&lt;/a&gt;, and &lt;a href="http://www.yarisworld.com/forums/showthread.php?t=5979&amp;amp;page=5"&gt;this one&lt;/a&gt; both discuss general info about the efficiency in the Yaris. Keeping in mind, for 2008, the EPA started doing efficiency estimates in colder temperatures and at higher altitudes which makes the ratings lower on new cars than they would have been in past years. The efficiency could be the same or better in real life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This &lt;a href="http://www.gassavers.org/garage/viewgaslog/264"&gt;site&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://www.cleanmpg.com/index.php?page=garage&amp;amp;displayunits=MPG%28US%29&amp;amp;viewcar=334"&gt;this site&lt;/a&gt; are databases where you can post your MPG info and info about how you drive so that the info can be used to help increase mileage. The guy whose data is up on the second one is getting a 46mpg average in a Yaris, with regular tanks over 50mpg. I think I feel like less of a hypocrite now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script src="http://www.google-analytics.com/urchin.js" type="text/javascript"&gt;
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