I contain adequate multitudes.
Friends! I am officially a validated, credentialed post-academic blogger.
Y’all may not know this, since as far as I know, most of my regular readers are inexplicably not members of my elite club of overeducated, underemployed people using their PhDs recreationally instead of professionally, but the post-academic blogger is a popular blogger.
You know that 70% of PhDs who cannot find stable, secure, living-wage employment? That 70% of your children’s college instructors who do not have their own office to decorate with Quentin Tarantino posters and flyers for the next ecofeminist lecture series and photos of the dog?
Well, they need some solace about their sorry lot. And they find it online. My own post straightforwardly addressing leaving academia remains one of my most poplar. But I gots nothing on people with URLs that include variants of “leaving” and “academia.”
A few of the awesomest post-ac/alt-ac bloggers (glossary: simply, alt-ac is PhDs with campus or combo staff/research gigs and un-simply it’s complex, while post-ac, c‘est moi, a PhD whose degree helps her professionally inasmuch as it provides her coworkers with light ribbing material) are putting together an e-book tentatively titled Moving On: Personal Stories of Leaving Academia.
On a lark, I crafted an abstract, and, friends, it was accepted.
My personal story of leaving academia will be made chillingly, revealingly, hilariously public.
I haven’t been this happy about external validation since my essay about Infinite Jest was accepted to one of the fancy-pantsiest journals, where it sits patiently in archives for 3 DFW PhD candidates a year to read and disagree with.
And this is better.
So my light blogging may be even lighter as I use my precious few free weekend hours to write this essay over the next few weeks. And in May, I’ll be trumpeting this e-book like it’ll solve the Middle East. All of it. Which, you never know, maybe it will.
So it’s been tough to find time to blog about how I now have less time to blog.
I’m no longer for hire. Except metaphorically.
I gots me a Jobby-Job. At which I complete tasks. For the organization. From roughly 8 to roughly 5. With a suburb-to-suburb commute and podcasts (upcoming blog post: Jeff Garlin is a mensch. He has a new podcast and y’all should listen, to experience menschness in podcast form.)
I shore miss herding dirt at the ol’ blogstead. I promise you that I will keep up the dirt-herding/blog-posting. Probably at a lesser frequency, compensated by with which thereof higher quality.
To wit: this weekend, I will craft and post an epic review of Andrew Solomon’s epic tome Far From the Tree, which is shorter than you think because it’s a solid 35% endnotes, works cited, and index.
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And thanks for being such a fantastic community of readers. I’m looking forward to this next stage and hope you’ll stick it out with me.