|Rachel, George, and me. George and I didn't intentionally match.|
Now I smell like hamburgers. And, perhaps more importantly, George and I have some plans for possible co-written projects. George is full of ideas! As we sat down, he was like, "Okay, here are some things I've been thinking about." And 45 minutes plus three pages of note-taking later, I said, "Yes! I'm in! Let's do it!"
Later in the afternoon I got to meet up with my dissertation director, Cecelia Tichi. When my undergraduates are heading off to graduate school, I always tell them how important--crucial--it is that they have a mentor. Then I tell them the story of Alison and Cecelia. I took a class with her, and very early in the semester, I decided that she was IT. The person who was going to mentor me. So I showed up at her office hours and basically informed her of this: "Your class is my top priority. I want to learn from you. Anything you tell me to do, I'll do." And I meant it, and did it. And lo and behold, she selected me as her research assistant, her teaching assistant, her administrative assistant--I got to work with her in so many ways, and she focused on my writing and research intensely, with a level of dedication and a kind of feedback that got me Where I Am Today.
Plus, she's a scholar who writes about many different things, and I seem to be that way, too. But perhaps she doesn't spend as much time as I do writing about Borgs and foam sperm and underwear.
We had wine, so I'm a tiny bit effusive right now. But everything I'm saying here is true.