tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-107615702024-03-07T16:49:24.895-06:00ChesterleyAn educational deconstruction...with a little chocolate sauce on top.Robhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17880299466551132570noreply@blogger.comBlogger565125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10761570.post-19728522436831464062020-05-08T08:29:00.000-05:002020-05-08T08:29:04.457-05:00Establishing a Routine around Clutter<p style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: 11.0pt; margin: 0in;">I haven't written in
a while, and I miss it. So I may just start up writing in the old blog after a
long hiatus away. There's a chance this may even be read by someone else
looking for something to read online, though that's not why I've kept this
blog. I've kept it for me, and I keep it semi-public as a measure of
accountability so I feel motivated to write something, once in a rare while.</p>
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<p style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: 11.0pt; margin: 0in;">During this pandemic
I'm thankful to be alive, healthy, awake, employed, married, and relatively
content. I do miss freedom of movement without fear of getting sick, but this
feeling shall pass. I don't enjoy wearing a mask, so perhaps that's a good motivator
to just stay the hell home. I'll wear it if I need to, don't get me wrong. </p>
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<p style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: 11.0pt; margin: 0in;">I do want to get a
bit more routinized . I don't have many intentional routines I follow, and yet
I'm a relatively orderly person. I do think being intentional about routines
may help me stay focused at work and in various aspects of my life. It may start
as just stretching out or, gulp, exercising in the morning, to just rituals on
how I keep my at-home work space clean and orderly. I can live with a lot of
clutter, as I've mentioned like gazillions of times in the history of this
blog. That's a blessing and a curse for me. I enjoy being orderly, but it's not
a requirement for me to be productive. So I end up ignoring it, but it makes me
a bit blue to see the clutter. Not a productive cycle. </p>
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to work today, here at my safe, albeit cluttered, home audience. Hope you enjoy
your day.</p><br />Robhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17880299466551132570noreply@blogger.com0Chicago, IL, USA41.8781136 -87.629798216.063862822943548 -122.7860482 67.69236437705645 -52.473548199999996tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10761570.post-3314933297531187652018-05-16T20:31:00.000-05:002018-05-16T20:31:51.196-05:00Happy Birthday to Me<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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I received one of the best birthday presents a few days prior to my 47th birthday. I now have an Implantable Cardioverter-Defibrillator (ICD) in my chest and heart (i.e., a defibrillator/pacemaker device). The surgery was considered to be an "outpatient" procedure with just an overnight stay in the hospital. I'm now rounding out my second day after the implant, and I've been on a steady stream of Tylenol and ice packs to help with managing the pain. Not too shabby, considering that I am now part robot. This was not at all an emergency procedure, and I feel very, very lucky as a result.<br />
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Two years ago I was diagnosed with <a href="http://www.4hcm.org/" target="_blank">Hypertrophic Cardiomyopathy, or HCM for short</a>. This is a genetic heart condition. Hypertrophic translates literally as, "too much growth," and it means that the septum wall of my heart is too thick due to a genetic defect of the manner in which my heart's cells are built. Over time, the heart has difficulty pumping blood because the lower chambers become too small. The heart then overcompensates and starts working really hard, and that puts me at risk for sudden cardiac arrest. It's an electrical issue, not a plumbing issue. Plumbing issues cause heart attacks; electrical issues cause sudden cardiac arrest. Since it's genetic, it's apparently been with me my entire life. Gee thanks, ancestors.<br />
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I learned I had this condition during a physical exam just before turning 45. During a routine EKG due to hypertension, they found an oddity that led me to having a bunch of other tests done. I was originally on a list to have a defibrillator implanted at LFU's hospital, but I sought a second opinion from a Center of Excellence for the disorder. I repeated all of said tests (sigh), and they said basically, "You're fine for now. Come back in two years."<br />
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Fast-forward two years to present day. Here in BAC, I established with a cardiologist and was pleased to learn that the hospital affiliated with my current employer, PRU, is also a Center of Excellence for HCM. The surgeon is the head of the center for implanted heart devices here, so in other words she does NOT suck. She said, "You don't have to do this immediately. But if you were my favorite cousin, I'd go ahead and get the defibrillator implanted soon." One has a 5% chance of surviving a sudden cardiac arrest, but those go up to a 95% survival rate with an implanted defibrillator. As you can imagine, I followed the advice of the surgeon and used the available data to make the decision to proceed with the surgery.<br />
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My advice to anyone, especially to men who typically do not seek routine medical attention, is 1) go to your doctor once per year for a physical exam, and 2) when dealing with a major medical diagnosis, seek a second opinion from a Center of Excellence for your disorder, even if it involves a trip out of town. It really makes a huge difference.Robhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17880299466551132570noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10761570.post-49743817803159212172017-02-15T09:17:00.005-06:002017-02-15T09:17:42.263-06:00Re-Energizing in the Old Routine<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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This is my second time starting a new position in about two years. While I do enjoy changes, I also enjoy familiarity. I feel like I can easily land on two ends of a spectrum, so it's tough for me to work out issues of my own self-awareness in this context.<br />
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(I'm not sure if that makes much sense, but this is my blog and I don't expect many others to read this.)<br />
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Also, I'm realizing more and more that I'm finishing up my TENTH year in what is really the same job. I've had the pleasure of working at, now, three different institutions in these ten years, but man that's a long time for a dude who doesn't mind change. Guess I'm hanging out with my familiarity side of the spectrum more than I thought before pondering the time that has passed.<br />
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Sometimes I wonder if I should have moved "up" in the administrative chain during this time. However, I do like what I do, and I daresay each lateral move in this decade has brought my role up in the chain of institutional prestige and salary. So that's pretty darn good. Also, at this point in my career I feel very little stress over the work I do because I know what the fuck I'm doing. And that's an awfully nice thing.<br />
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When I was younger I thought I would have been bored doing a similar role for ten years. But I'm still learning a great deal and I'm settling in. I'm far from perfect at what I do, and I still feel like I have plenty to learn, so that's probably what's keeping me moving. Guess I should take advantage of the fact that I've got this, in terms of the every day. routine. Now I need to polish myself off a bit.<br />
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I've grown a lot in the past 5 years or so. I've also had two very challenging supervisors whom I respect as leaders but admittedly not as people I would otherwise choose to emulate. Also, suffice it to say I've had my fair share of working with others who were a bit toxic as colleagues. Thankfully I've learned a great deal from all of these folks, and about myself, during this time, but I'm glad to be through that change into a far better place (practically, mentally, emotionally, and physically).<br />
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So now I'm feeling re-energized and ready to get into true self-improvement in addition to carrying on good work. I think that's what sustaining oneself in a career is all about - re-energizing, re-creating, and self-improvement.Robhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17880299466551132570noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10761570.post-17729216266712406982017-01-04T13:52:00.002-06:002017-01-04T13:52:46.405-06:00Opportunity to Start FreshI am not one to rely on new year's resolutions as anything all that helpful, but I do find the time to be a bit re-charging especially after a long winter break as we tend to have in higher education. I emerge from the break a bit tired from mental and physical atrophy brought on by too much food and plenty of family celebrations. But that tiredness usually gets to a peak around New Year's Eve, and I'm ready to get back to work soon thereafter.<br />
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That brings me to this post. I need to view this new position as an opportunity to start it off right. There are so many opportunities here, I hardly know where to start and where to leave off. With so much information to gather into my head, it's getting a bit overwhelming. It's not a bad problem to have (far better than being bored!), but it's a problem nevertheless.<br />
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I may rely more on writing out my thoughts a bit more up here with the hope of mapping out the starting-over journey. Could become an interesting administrative article someday for how to take a whole bunch of new information in quickly and use it to do something new.<br />
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Or perhaps I'm just spinning plates too darn much.Robhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17880299466551132570noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10761570.post-71530364460317962692016-11-03T11:03:00.003-05:002016-11-03T11:03:21.681-05:00On the Move AgainWe're off on yet another professional and personal adventure. Next month we will move to BAC (Big-@ss City) so I can start a job at PRU (Prestigious Research University). I'll do similar work to what I have been doing in institutional research, and I just can't wait to get started. The icing on the cake is that BAC is my home town, and I still have family and many friends in the area. It's a great opportunity for me professionally and also personally for my family.<br />
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Beyond excited! Anyone want to buy a house in VSLSC?Robhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17880299466551132570noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10761570.post-73440697233418367252016-05-19T09:58:00.002-05:002016-05-19T09:58:37.235-05:00On Turning 45<span style="font-size: x-large;">L</span>ast Tuesday I turned 45. <a href="http://chesterley.blogspot.com/2016/03/taking-action-on-stuff.html">As I mentioned before</a>, birthdays ending with a 5 have been tough for me. However, at this birthday that was not nearly the case. I'm feeling more empowered by this particular milestone birthday. Wife told me she felt empowered with her age 40 milestone. For me, I felt a bit of that but not nearly as much as turning 45 has been. I think I know solidly how to "do" the 40s. I don't care nearly as much about what others think of my actions. I'm confident in my decision-making abilities and taking action on various aspects of my life.<br />
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Yeah, usually.<br />
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I mentioned the "acting on" stuff in my last post, too. I've started losing a bit of weight and dealing with some other health issues that have come up. None of these things are scary or otherwise setting me back. I am aware, however, that my time for taking this type of action will only be limited the longer I wait. So I'm not waiting anymore.<br />
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It's been a good week thus far. Empowerment by age is a nice thing.Robhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17880299466551132570noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10761570.post-86908205269718793552016-03-28T08:26:00.000-05:002016-03-28T08:26:01.912-05:00Taking Action on StuffWell. It's been a while. Need to start exercising my writing habits, again.<br />
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No house updates at this time, though we're gearing up for some help with landscaping for the spring (today!) and have a few other projects on the wait list for now (flooring, some interior painting). We're still grateful to be living in a newer home that's already been updated in the last 25 years by the prior owner! A few photos forthcoming, so I can keep a good history of things.<br />
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Job front still is going very well. I am continuing to learn nuances about this particular institution every day, and that keeps it interesting and challenging. Better than being bored, that's for certain. I'm fortunate to work with great people all around.<br />
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Am needing to get going on a few writing projects. I realize that writing and publishing will be one of the better uses of my time in this job, albeit an administrative position. If I can work on a few pieces and also help others find time to write, it will only benefit this center both on and off campus. The trick will be finding the time to balance it all along with other unexpected demands that arise.<br />
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Another thing I'm working on is my health. I have a milestone birthday ending with a 5 this year. These milestones are always the ones that stress me out a bit, much more than those ending with a 0. Interesting. I need to eat better and exercise more. I've needed to do this on a more regular basis since I was in my late 20s. Hahahaha. It's nothing new. Just need to act on it...much like I need to act on writing. I wish "acting" wasn't viewed as a passive term when relating to movies or theater. It's more closely related to TAKING ACTION, so that's a better frame.<br />
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Rambling to myself in my public blog...again...Robhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17880299466551132570noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10761570.post-80089919809772429242015-11-06T09:23:00.001-06:002015-11-06T09:23:21.008-06:00Mid-Career and Liking ItIt occurred to me I a) haven't written in my blog in just over a year, and b) I do really enjoy and miss regular writing. I may take it up again to exercise my writing muscles by providing a few updates here and there.<br />
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This post is a brief reflection on my career. I consider myself to be in the beginning of my "middle aged" time, and I am also definitely mid-career. I like it. It's a good realization to actually enjoy one's career. I've been in higher education in some capacity for over 20 years now. That 20-year mark will be made official next summer when I will celebrate the 20-year anniversary of my master's degree in higher education. Earlier this week I celebrated the 5-year anniversary of earning my PhD in higher education. Time marches forward, and at the moment I feel I've usually used my time very well. Sometimes I felt it took a long while to complete my education, but if I look at it as an overall process, it's not like I'm "done" learning in my life. It's all one big ole process anyhow.<br />
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I enjoy directing the small research center here at LFU. It's been a good 15 months thus far, and I'm just beginning to get my grounding. That transition has taken quite a while, but here we are...transitioned in and moving ahead. I still have plenty to learn, but I'm certainly no longer "new" in this role anymore. Am at the time where I'm bringing about my own vision for the future of this center. That is both exciting and a little daunting at the same time, however, I definitely feel comfortable making these sorts of decisions based on my years of experience and steeped knowledge in this sort of assessment-y / research-y role. I look forward to working with the others in my department to help determine steps toward reaching that vision. If you had told me I'd be in this decision-making role at a LFU just a few years ago, I would have told you were you nuts. It's really cool to finally be at this point in my career.<br />
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It's also nice not to feel a huge push to consider what my next steps will be. And yet, I can visualize them pretty well. I will likely assume a role of AVP or VP for institutional effectiveness or something else in the long-range planning end of things to advise a president or a chancellor. I like the advisory, behind-the-scenes role. I think it suits me well to have some decision-making responsibilities but also to be supporting those who are on the front lines of our work. Sometimes I wonder if I want to be in a senior leadership role someday or whether or not I'd prefer the advisor-on-the-side sort of role I'm in now. Not sure yet, but fortunately there still is room for me to consider all sides and grow. And it seems that growth could occur here at LFU, so we may not be moving to Chesterley IV anytime soon, which is GOOD.<br />
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That's all for now. Next up will be some sort of a house update or two.Robhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17880299466551132570noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10761570.post-10599465771599606412014-10-21T10:32:00.002-05:002014-10-23T11:39:08.910-05:00RIP our beloved Chester: March 15, 1999 - October 20, 2014. We will always miss you.<br />
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<br />Robhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17880299466551132570noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10761570.post-50780525737284647802014-10-13T07:50:00.001-05:002014-10-13T07:50:18.560-05:00Ten Months, Many ChangesIt's been over ten months since I've written up here. Since then, we've gone through a pretty major renovation of our lives. We left Large State Capital after 7 years for a new job in Very Similar Large State Capital (VSLSC), in a different state, so I can work at Large Flagship University (LFU) helping to run a research center that studies college students. I love the new job thus far. While we were reluctant to even consider moving to a new destination at this point in our lives, the move has been quite worth the experience. Moose is settling into a new school very well, and Wife and I are adjusting to our new digs just fine.<br />
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Speaking of the new digs, the house itself (Chesterley III) is about half the age of Chesterley II, and yet it's already been renovated in terms of its kitchen, HVAC, carpet, and many fixtures in the bathrooms. Overall it's a great place that we hope to stay many years. Pictures forthcoming. In addition the place has a really swell garden and an irrigation system; already we're de-stressing in the garden and plan to keep it just as beautiful as it was when we first saw it.<br />
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Bad news is that our beloved Chester is not doing very well. He's reached the grand old age of 15 1/2, so he's lived a long life. He's slowing down and is no longer eating regularly. It's only a matter of time, I suppose, and it's really alright. I'll be very sad when he goes - after all we've had him in our family longer than our own son, so life will be very different without him. I don't look forward to that adjustment one bit.Robhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17880299466551132570noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10761570.post-54831670505664084722013-12-30T21:38:00.000-06:002013-12-30T21:38:06.460-06:00Insulation and OfficesMaybe I'll turn this into a <a href="http://chesterley.blogspot.com/search/label/house">blog on house renovations</a> after all? I dunno yet. <div>
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And now back to the long-disputed issue of my Office-Prison. It's no longer really a prison unless I'm burning the midnight oil on a work-related project, seeing that I never do any research or writing of my own (and that's a whole other blog post, or five), but I do still struggle with keeping it uncluttered. I really do prefer things to be neat and orderly, but I've had a few years of work priorities and have lost the habit in the office. Well, one thing I will say I've gotten under control in 2013 is filing paperwork. The problem is filing (or tossing) the paperwork from several years prior to 2013 that now sits in piles in the Office-Prison's Closet Floor or in several boxes stored in Said Closet. </div>
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Robhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17880299466551132570noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10761570.post-11684845668371759312013-12-24T13:47:00.001-06:002013-12-25T14:34:44.452-06:00Closing Out 2013Here I am about six months after the last post, preparing to close out the year 2013. Tough to believe it was almost nine years ago that I started this blog. I find myself in a writing mood today for the first time in a long time. <div><br></div><div>This semester was one of the craziest for me in a long time. The faculty fellowship has gone slowly for me - wish I had more time to spend on it. The teaching experience was great fun - again, wish I had more time to spend on it. </div><div><br></div><div>The job situation is identical, albeit probably a bit more tolerable than it's been in the past. Maybe I'm just getting accustomed to the new environment in spite of the same old, same old. I can't really complain - I have a job where I enjoy the work, most of the people, and the salary isn't bad. Well, I guess my viewpoint on salary has changed quite a bit this semester given I've had three jobs. Money isn't as much a worry, though I now have absolutely no time. Not sure which is worse...no money or no time? If I could earn the same amount in just one job, that'd be ideal. Fat chance, Rob. Yeah, I know. </div><div><br></div><div>But seriously folks, I do have to focus on the fact that I enjoy the work and I'm employed in my field. That, in itself, seems like a fairly major feat these days, so I'm pleased about that much. For now. </div><div><br></div><div>Well, Merry Christmas to one and all, especially to the 2-3 people who may actually read this in the next three years. haha</div><div><br></div><div><br></div>Robhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17880299466551132570noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10761570.post-25714677758796454902013-07-06T09:02:00.001-05:002013-07-06T09:02:40.409-05:00Where things standLife post-dissertation has been interesting to say the least. I'm not using the word "interesting" as a code word for "bad." I do find things fascinating these days. <div><br></div><div>I'm ready to move on from my current position, that's for certain. I do enjoy the work itself, but I'm ready either to do this sort of work in a different venue or PERHAPS make a major switch. I'm not really leaning toward the major-switch thing, I must admit. The thought of starting over in my early 40s isn't something I would choose to do at this point in my career/life. <span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(26, 26, 26, 0.292969); -webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(175, 192, 227, 0.230469); -webkit-composition-frame-color: rgba(77, 128, 180, 0.230469); ">I think I am looking for an opportunity in which the venue where I work is more Important. The current venue, as is, isn't really cutting it for me. </span></div><div><br></div><div>In the past couple of years I have applied for three jobs and been a finalist for two. The third was a big stretch for me into a different area, and I wasn't really expecting to progress very far, so that was no surprise. One of the jobs for which I was a finalist is similar to what I'm doing now, and the other would have been quite different. Neither ended up panning out, and for various reasons that's been OK. Both would have been major increases in pay, and not getting those has been UNGOOD. I hate to be focused on money, but it seems odd still to be struggling financially after having all this education and experience. Right? Tell me I'm right, please! </div><div><br></div><div>Anyway, the funny thing is that the longer I stay in this job, the more opportunities seem to be opening up that I can do on the side that really interest me. First, teaching: I have been teaching one course per year in the higher ed program at LMUU for the past four years or so, and they have "promoted" me to official adjunct assistant professor status. I don't think it means much other than an acknowledgement that they will re-hire me as long as I'm available and as long as their situation with professors doesn't change. That's pretty cool. I'm picking up a second course this fall. Both classes are required classes for the master's program, so that's a really neat experience. </div><div><br></div><div>I also picked up a faculty fellowship for the academic year to do a qualitative data analysis project with some really great colleagues. I'm excited for this opportunity. Could lead to something else here or there, like an article or perhaps another position with these folks. Ya never know. </div><div><br></div><div>So yes, this fall I will have two additional jobs aside from my full-time one. They will help pay the bills, but more important the experiences should be quite rich. Funny how sometimes staying where you are brings about other opportunities on the side, at times. </div><div><br></div><div>And maybe these are just clues of where my career will lead next...</div>Robhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17880299466551132570noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10761570.post-48149847044605378132012-12-21T23:27:00.002-06:002012-12-21T23:27:42.099-06:00Blog Purpose?I have lost my penchant for keeping up this public diary. In some ways I miss it since it's really the only writing outlet I have now (at least, the only outlet where I have complete control over the content). In other ways I don't really give a rat's ass. My life isn't that exciting, honestly.<br />
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Anyway, if I do get back into keeping up with this blog, what will the purpose be? For five years it was about my dissertation. Since then, two years later and it's just been hit or miss. It's been more about my "thrilling" life than anything else. I guess that's alright. Boring, though.<br />
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At one point I thought this was going to be a way to chronicle home renovations on our mid-Century traditional house that we bought from the 1965 original owners. However, renovations have been few and far between lately...at least the ones anyone will ever see. I mean, we have a new furnace! We had to get a new basement floor put in after the furnace installers messed up the old floor. Stuff like that. Big friggin deal. The bigger stuff requires extra cash or actual skill on doing things oneself. I have neither. The avocado-green kitchen floor remains in its 1974 grooviness (it's one of the few non-original things in this house). And my life keeps on being pretty boring.<br />
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So, I dunno if I'll continue this blog. Maybe I'll shut it down, though it'd be a shame to lose almost eight years of a chronicle of my (boring) life. Maybe I'll be inspired by a whole new theme. Isn't this nice? Or perhaps I'll be inspired to add new content by the coming of the new year.<br />
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And maybe not.Robhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17880299466551132570noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10761570.post-67275023080227427622012-11-04T14:49:00.000-06:002012-11-04T14:49:10.881-06:00EducationI started this post last week but haven't had the energy to finish it till now. <br />
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From Thursday 11/1/2012:<br />
If you heard a large SPLAT <spllllaaaattttt>today, it was likely the sound of my heart breaking once again for our child. Nine years ago we started a 529 savings account specifically for his college education. We figured it was the smart thing to do at the time, and we were fortunate to have a gift from my grandmother to start off a nice account for him. We find ourselves several years later coming to terms with the fact that we have no need to save for his college education. He's not going. Ever. It's done. Over. </spllllaaaattttt><br />
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<spllllaaaattttt>Since then, thanks to intensive ABA therapy, he has made a great deal of progress toward gaining independence, but none of these newer skills relate to any scholastic goals beyond age 3. He can feed himself, bring his plate to the sink, brush his teeth, go to the bathroom independently (about 92% of the time), and can respond to simple yes/no questions. He understands most of what we say, and fortunately he's just about the kindest, most honest, most patient person you'll ever meet. We're thankful for the therapy; almost lost that in a medical review by our insurance company, but fortunately they granted us the funding for another six months. Better soak up that therapy real well there, Buddy, at least till next April. No worries, we'll just cash out the 529 and use that money to pay for a few more months worth of therapy...</spllllaaaattttt><br />
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<spllllaaaattttt>Suffice it to say formal education is just one more dream we're simply needing to delete from our minds. Easier said than done. I have a Ph.D. in college, for God's sake, and my own kid won't complete high school. It's a very different view of the world, for certain. </spllllaaaattttt>Robhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17880299466551132570noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10761570.post-37018648729415374962012-11-04T14:25:00.001-06:002012-11-04T14:25:17.439-06:00Office/Prison/Life CleaningOh, hello there blog.<br />
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Lately I've been diving into a thorough cleaning of the office/prison. This time I'm serious. I've really not been organized in this space in about 7-8 years. Funny thing is that I've only lived in this house for five. Yes, I literally packed a few boxes of unfiled/unpurged CRAP and moved it here to this house, and they have sat in the large closet this small bedroom is fortunate to have ever since. And, since then more unfiled/unpurged crap has accumulated in the room itself. I don't bother cleaning it because I'd have to clean it up in order for it to be cleaned. If you don't understand that last sentence, then you are probably a cleaner/neater person than I.<br />
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What's funny is that my brain prefers things to be organized. For some reason, however, I'm perfectly fine living among crap. Until now. Now I'm serious.<br />
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I've found all sorts of things, including bills going back five years (in the "shred me" box now) and even other things going back further ... I'm cleaning out old files in file cabinets so the crap I actually need to keep now can have a place to be filed. It's a vicious cycle...not filing because my file cabinets are too full. Sort of embarrassing, actually. So why the hell am I sharing this up here?<br />
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I suppose I'm starting to clean up my life just a bit as well. Work has become a pretty big burden more than something I enjoy, unfortunately. It's probably going to be time to make a change pretty soon. It's been five years, after all, and I never made a change when I finished the Ph.D. Something about that bugs me. A lot. So I plan for a change to happen in the next year. Not sure what or where, but something's gotta change. I'm even meeting with a career counselor next week to help with the whole thing. Should be a good move...far better move than just sitting on my ass in my unfiled crap.Robhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17880299466551132570noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10761570.post-875361617641681582012-06-10T09:43:00.002-05:002012-06-10T09:43:28.600-05:00RestartingToday I find myself securely at the beginning of my middle age. I'm learning how to deal with back pain, I really need to get into better physical shape, and mentally I am very secure in the fact that I'm not young anymore. I am thankful for my age and the wisdom it brings. I have no interest in going back in time. I do want to start using what time I have left in a more intentional, positive manner. Many, many days go by and I feel I've let it just waste away with little or no contribution to the world around me. Once in a while being a low contributor is alright, but it's becoming more of a habit than I would like. <br />
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Lately I've spent a great deal of time whining and complaining about my lot in life on a couple of levels. While I've been in my job about five years, the last two of them have been transitional in nature. I don't usually mind change, but change is supposed to be temporary. Two years of transition time is ENOUGH, and it's time for that crap to end.<br />
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Home life has been great, but unfortunately I've allowed some of the transitional crap at work to bleed through toward home. For example right now I'm skipping church this morning to get work done for an institute I'm helping to run later this week. It needs to happen, and Wife has been more than supportive. I do need to find that balance I have had in the past, and I have not really been able to find it since finishing the doctorate like I had hoped.<br />
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I mention the past because in a past part of our lives, Wife and I had a very balanced life together. We had good jobs, we felt financially secure, Chester was just a puppy and could hear us! Life was good. We recently took a vacation where we visited the place we started our marriage. It's also the place Chester came to us and where Moose was born. It was sort of a renewing experience for us. Neither want to go back to being in our 20s or early 30s, but I do miss some of the perspective we had on how our careers blended into our lives. We both felt more respected by our peers and friends. The time felt more carefree. Less pressure. Less depressing. <br />
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So I'm in the doldrums, so to speak. I guess the best way out of this mess is through it. I think I need to redefine what "balance" is at middle age with a larger job, a larger budget, a larger family, a larger life. Maybe I need to work harder to achieve this balance now that my life is larger. Not sure.<br />
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Guess my time alone this Sunday on the porch is a sort of church service for me. Time alone to think about one's life can be a religious experience of sorts, I suppose.Robhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17880299466551132570noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10761570.post-52262061340513128622012-03-16T08:14:00.001-05:002014-10-23T11:39:50.775-05:00Chester is a TeenagerI hardly post here anymore, and I have a feeling very few actually read this. However I would be remiss if I did not acknowledge that Chester's 13th birthday was this past Wednesday. <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjTQDDLmSPgHW3j72H6nWrIXbtArAU_NBmUmadq7M-Wz2WvFvlw5YWOnOPNSijKWZ8G94tV0Vkww1rU7PzZosVRCyhupq4BezFGwZgh5F9bo9n1T1B-cieiTXCcwXQQM9WMZtREgQ/s1600/chesterme.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjTQDDLmSPgHW3j72H6nWrIXbtArAU_NBmUmadq7M-Wz2WvFvlw5YWOnOPNSijKWZ8G94tV0Vkww1rU7PzZosVRCyhupq4BezFGwZgh5F9bo9n1T1B-cieiTXCcwXQQM9WMZtREgQ/s320/chesterme.jpg" height="238" width="320" /></a><br />
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He's such a good boy. In spite of slowing down a bit with playing fetch and pretty much losing his hearing, he's still a strong, healthy puppy. This is a photo of us on the day we brought him to our home in 1999 when he was just three months old. <br />
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Happy Birthday, Chester! May we have many more years together.Robhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17880299466551132570noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10761570.post-75896566619418692742012-02-05T18:07:00.003-06:002012-02-05T18:07:51.395-06:00PhootballSo, what's all this hype about these two northeastern teams playing each other tonight IN THE MIDWEST?Robhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17880299466551132570noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10761570.post-73939843659450790322012-02-01T10:07:00.003-06:002012-02-01T10:10:23.563-06:00I'm baaaaaaaaackA good way to determine whether or not you really enjoy something is to stop doing it for a while and see if you miss it. I miss writing out my random thoughts, so here I am once again.<br /><br />I have no idea if anyone is still actually reading this blog. Not sure I care, actually. The motivation for me to write is really self-driven; it's a good way for me to get thoughts out of my head and out in the open. I don't write for the pleasure of others. I write for my own mental exploration and growth.<br /><br />If you do happen to be reading this, though, I certainly would welcome your comments and dialogue. If this were really private and personal, then I wouldn't post it online.Robhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17880299466551132570noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10761570.post-68742992401094745452011-05-29T19:24:00.002-05:002011-05-29T19:32:48.618-05:00The Cost of WisdomI recently received my first paycheck after my 40th birthday. I am thankful a) to have a full-time job and b) to have little perks like supplemental life insurance and long-term disability coverage, each for which I pay a nominal monthly fee. <div><br /></div><div>What surprised me was that my monthly rates for these things both increased by $5 and $12 respectively in this last paycheck. When I checked LMUU's human resources website for any changes to the coverage starting May 1, I soon realized that the only change to my coverage was my advancement to age 40 in the middle of said month. It is now officially more expensive to insure me. </div><div><br /></div><div>Wisdom comes with a price, I guess. </div>Robhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17880299466551132570noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10761570.post-4496294095607595032011-05-22T16:01:00.003-05:002011-05-22T16:08:51.952-05:00Dissertation CompressionI am applying for a Dissertation of the Year award through a professional association of which I am a member. It was DC's idea, which in itself was pretty flattering. <div><br /></div><div>It's due June 1, and DC technically needs to submit it on my behalf. That means I need to get it to her this week. "It" is a 15-page abstract of my over-200-page dissertation. Yes folks, that means that over 185 pages of my dissertation was just a bunch of hogwash. It will only take 15 to apply for a prestigious award I probably won't win. Isn't that funny? </div><div><br /></div><div>I'm not in the least bit stressed about it. OK, let me rephrase that. I'm not in the least bit stressed about whether or not I win the award (I'm just a tad bit stressed about getting the application done on time). If I do, it will be a wonderful, and completely unexpected occurrence. If I don't, no big whoop. I will come out of this process with a condensed version of the dissertation out of which I can hopefully spin off a couple of articles or at least a decent conference presentation. I'll spend the next few days working on it, but no more, and out of it should come something usable. </div><div><br /></div><div>I'm glad to be back into that academic side of my brain again. This semester at work has pretty much kicked my ass, but it's not been academic ass. It's been administrative ass. Administrative ass is not nearly as fun. </div><div><br /></div><div>OK, back to getting my academic ass in gear. </div>Robhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17880299466551132570noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10761570.post-79660483627503209852011-05-01T19:27:00.006-05:002011-05-01T20:54:44.000-05:00Full Moon on my 40th B-day<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgeMeDgLENG-ZmW1XisZuJY06d49Wx-jOgo9WuHH22vB-chAWuiOqOHY2sjfVVuOoJ5pI0ZckftoWkRor4W_xA5zm5x6Ei6D3BATQMWx1Mr00xt9TFpaypgq49IRjxIod7kA_0yFg/s1600/full_moon_02_20001.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 314px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgeMeDgLENG-ZmW1XisZuJY06d49Wx-jOgo9WuHH22vB-chAWuiOqOHY2sjfVVuOoJ5pI0ZckftoWkRor4W_xA5zm5x6Ei6D3BATQMWx1Mr00xt9TFpaypgq49IRjxIod7kA_0yFg/s320/full_moon_02_20001.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5601909514495768258" /></a>I am not into astrology, but I did just flip over my wall calendar to the new month and realized that there will be a full moon on my 40th birthday. Is there any significance to this? <div><br /></div><div>A few years ago, Wife and I attended a conference on autism disorder. It was not long after Moose's diagnosis. We were in a session on biomedical interventions, some of which seemed spot-on and some of which seemed a bit mystical. While I do think there are other forces "out there" that influence our lives, our bodies, and the rest of the world, I don't tend to believe in those forces to the extent that I let them guide our lives. I guess it's a balance. Anyhow, back to my point: this was a session run by three nurse practitioners who seemed very well-versed in handling a wide variety of autism symptoms and behaviors. It was a good session, and they clearly knew their stuff. However, toward the end of the session one of the presenters threw in a curve ball when discussing a certain symptom by saying something like, "...but of course all of this can change when there's something else going on, like when there's a full moon." I started laughing, thinking it was a good joke. I think I was the only one laughing in this very full meeting room. So I asked, "Can you please describe the significance of the full moon in this conversation?" All heads turned my way and started talking at once about just how many things go haywire for autistic kiddos when there's a full moon...as if I should have known this. Wow, sorry I asked!</div><div><br /></div><div>Otherwise, I think it's pretty swell to have a 40th birthday on a full moon. We shall see. </div>Robhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17880299466551132570noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10761570.post-29126913330055134282011-04-28T09:18:00.003-05:002011-04-28T09:27:06.437-05:00Overwhelmed, so staying in the presentI appear to have missed the entire month of March. And now we're almost all the way done with April. Guess my dissertation must be finished? Oh yeah. :-)<div><br /></div><div>However, it's not quite finished...I mean, the research behind it isn't finished, and I do want to get my brain back into the piece again so that I can spin off an article or two. That would be pretty cool. </div><div><br /></div><div>But the notion of carving out a bit of writing time during the work week has been put on hold since that last post. Work has really taken off during a time of transition between leaders. It's not a bad thing, but I won't say it's all that great either. I don't think I've ever been stretched more thinly in this job in the last almost-four years. I may have lost a bit of my edge in the process...for example I have a ton of e-mail to get through today. A ton. I should probably just delete everything and then send a note out to everyone I work with asking them to get in line and ask me for my assistance one at a time. Hahahaha. I'll keep dreaming about that type of organization.</div><div><br /></div><div>I'm thankful to have a job, and also to have a career. Those two things have not necessarily been in sync for me in the past. I have been trying to determine my future career moves now that I'm finished with the doctorate, but I think that process has proven fruitless and useless. I'm not a mind reader; I cannot predict the future. No use in spinning my wheels on it anymore. Guess I should just focus on the present for a while. That's not an easy thing for this big-picture thinker, but it'll probably keep me sane the next few months during this work transition. </div><div><br /></div><div>Email time. Wow. Lots and lots of email. </div>Robhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17880299466551132570noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10761570.post-42810330869632155512011-02-27T13:53:00.002-06:002011-02-27T14:02:12.378-06:00I miss writingI guess it's no surprise to me that I miss having an excuse to write. After all, when spending a long while as a student, and when successfully completing Mission Dissertation, there was a whole lot of satisfaction out of the writing process. As I recall from the few years after I finished my master's degree where I hardly did any decent writing at all, I grew to miss that side of my brain. So at this point when I've not yet lost it (at least I don't think I've lost it just yet!), I probably should do something to continue onward with my writing. <div><br /></div><div>In my present job as a researcher, I'm required to conduct small studies and write up the results, but honestly the writing is minimal and hardly read by anyone. In fact, I am in a position working with busy administrators that if my writing is too verbose or too, um, "good", then I risk that my colleagues won't even read the work I've done. They need results of research mined down to very small, easy-to-digest, bites so they can make decisions. I'm happy to provide them with this, but honestly it doesn't do much for me as a writer or a scholar. </div><div><br /></div><div>Finally, the only way for a researcher really to gain credit for the work she or he does is to share up formally-written results and get them published. The only problem is that in my present job there isn't a whole lot of room in my schedule to close my door and do some good solid writing without some sort of interruption. Since I am not a faculty member, I'm technically not supposed to go away to a coffee shop and work on my own during the day. That would be nice and all, but it's not really been an option. </div><div><br /></div><div>So I'm going to try and carve out small bits of time during the work week, perhaps Friday mornings, to be better about writing formal summaries of research I've conducted for my administrative colleagues and see if I can get things published. It won't be an easy balance, but then again neither was the balance of working full-time and completing a dissertation on the side. We'll see how this goes. Earlier I mentioned I may explore a faculty position, but as things seem to be falling out right now, I think I'll continue to cultivate my career for another year or so doing what I do as an administrative researcher. I will teach a class or two on the side, and I'll try to write and publish what I can. The nice thing is, if I don't get something written or published then it really only affects my sanity and not my actual job. That's probably going to be a better fit for the way I see my future career merging with my very busy home life. </div><div><br /></div><div>Who knows, perhaps I'll keep exercising my writing chops a bit more by writing more in this blog? </div>Robhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17880299466551132570noreply@blogger.com1