I gotta be me!

National Blog Posting Month – December 2012 – Work

Prompt – Do you think you’re yourself at work, or do you think your co-workers don’t know the “real” you?

One thing that I do know for certain is that the person that I am in the office is the same person that I am at home. I’m fortunate to have a job where I’m not expected to conform to some particular behavior. I’m grateful to have a job where there is no specified dress code. I’m glad to be in academics where it’s more important what you do than what you look like.

In academics, even social skills are optional, which is one of the reasons why I’m glad I don’t have to go to faculty meetings.

All this isn’t to say that I don’t care at all about my appearance or what others think of me, I just don’t concern myself with these things any more than I would if I were going to the grocery store. I wear jeans to work most every day, but that’s for practical reasons: I’m regularly crawling on the floor of my laboratory. A skirt or nice slacks would be destroyed in no time. I do wear T-shirts some days, but I actually prefer to wear something a little nicer. Maybe something that buttons or has a collar, but still always something practical that will keep me warm in my 62-degree office and also not get caught on anything in the lab.

My co-workers know me well, at least my quirks. I’m notorious for meowing greetings to people. They know that I’m learning swordplay. They know that I like to sew medieval clothing. If I were trying to hide the ‘real’ me, I suspect no-one would know these things about me.

I’ve got nothing to hide. I like me. I think I’m interesting. And being ‘me’ in the office doesn’t hinder my ability to do my work, nor the abilities of others to do their work. The me of the office is the me of the world. I’m glad I don’t have to change personalities every morning as I drive into work!

For 12-14-12

All Work and No Play…

National Blog Posting Month – December 2012 – Work

Prompt – Are you happier when you’re working or when you’re relaxing?

Some days I have serious doubts that I can relax. I get nervous during idle time, with the constant nagging suspicion that there is something that I ought to be working on.

I think it’s a remnant of being a graduate student. We called it “grad student guilt” then. Basically, if you were conscious, you needed to be working if you had any illusions about graduating on time. I still feel this way.

Relaxing is stressful to me. I have a hard time just kicking back, enjoying a beer, and watching a movie. Lately, I’ve been watching lots of movies, but I’m only able to do that as I’m working on a blog series about bad geology movies. See? It’s work, so I’m doing a good thing.

When I’m working, even if it’s not related to my paying job, I feel like my energies are going to good use. I feel like my efforts will be beneficial in the long run. I (almost) never feel that way when I’m relaxing – though rationally, I know that there are important benefits to taking a break from time to time.

So, am I happier when I’m working or when I’m relaxing? Usually happiest when I’m doing a lot of work and being highly productive. Relaxing can wait until I am no longer capable of working…

For 12-13-12

The Hardest Job Ever

National Blog Posting Month – December 2012 – Work

Prompt – What do you think would be the hardest job for you to do?

There are two ways I can approach this question. I know that the hardest job I have ever done is being a parent. Of course, like all parents, I am grossly underpaid. And there’s no vacation. No days off. I’m still a parent, even if I’m sick. It can kinda suck. On the other hand, once in a while the boy says “I love you, Mom,” which basically negates all the bad things. It’s a hard job. The hardest. I feel horribly underqualified. Yet I do it every day and both boy and mom seem to be doing all right.

 

Now, if I were thinking of career style jobs, the hardest job I could have is any in which I was required to make a ton of phone calls. I think I’d be sick everyday. You see, I have social anxiety (though most people who know me find that hard to believe). For all the years of therapy and medications the one thing I still can’t do without overwhelming terror is make a stupid flipping phone call.

I do make phone calls, of course, and sometimes with little to no anxiety. But if I have to cold-call someone, say for example a program director at the National Science Foundation, or a land owner who’s land I’d like to work on, I flip. This may be one of the reasons why my current job suits me. I don’t have to make those calls. I call vendors from time to time to ask for parts (which can still be difficult). Most everything else I need to do can be done with e-mail. I can handle e-mail – most of the time.

So retail jobs would be a nightmare for me. Secretarial jobs, panic city.

Sitting in an interior laboratory with no windows, just me and the mass spectrometer, just fine. I’ll stick with what I got.

For 12-12-12

Why buying used books is wonderful!

This last weekend, Writers & Books, a local bookstore and writer-gathering hotspot had its “Book Thieves Holiday Book Sale.” My husband picked out a bunch of cool books, including an older astronomy book. This is one of many little notes found inside:

A note stuck into an astronomy book. It reads:
“Comet West – March 5, 1976
5:32 A.M.
There appeared at the top of the window a very brilliant light and in the instant that it took me to focus, right before me was a brilliantly glowing ball but of a hazy shape. greenish in color and indescribably bright. It seemed to wobble a little which must have been its revolutions and moved with a slightly downward curve then was suddenly gone. Sky was overcast for next few days.”

This was fascinating. Who knows where this viewer was when he observed this (though I suppose we could figure it out from the other notes and newspaper clippings tucked into the book).

This does seem as if it would be an interesting opening scene for a book such as mine (The Masters).

Aah, Relax

National Blog Posting Month – December 2012 – Work

Prompt – What is the best way to relax after a hard day?

Relax? What is this “Relax”?

After a hard day, once the evening chores are done, I’ve worked out, and I’ve done everything else that’s pressing – well – then it’s usually close to 10pm and I’m ready to go to bed.

But I don’t always. In fact, I seldom head straight to bed.

I usually crack an adult beverage, grab the laptop, and get comfy somewhere. This is when I write.

Sometimes, it’s blog posts, if I have the mental capacity to write something that requires a little thought. Some of my blog posts, are fairly technical, so I have to have some manner of coherency to do the writing.

If my brain’s not all there (a more typical scenario), I will open a fiction file and start writing. I daydream, and record what I’m thinking about. Let little stories and plot bunnies hop around in my head.

I do that until I can’t keep my eyes open any more. Then the light goes off and I’m gone until the alarm goes off the next morning.

For 12-7-12

Leader, Follower, or Collaborator – What am I?

National Blog Posting Month – December 2012 – Work

Prompt – Do you feel most comfortable being a leader, a follower, or a collaborator?

This is an interesting prompt. Truth is, I’m not comfortable being a leader, though I have done it, successfully, on many occasions. I know this is because I have an anxiety disorder – social anxiety – that makes me kind of flip out when all eyes are on me. Years of therapy and medications have helped me a long ways. Now I know that it’s a disorder and that it’s not just that I’m shy, for example. Turns out, I’m actually very extroverted (which everyone who knows me believes), but that I have this annoying disorder that causes me to freeze in social situations. Luckily, I know this now and can (most of the time) fight past it and get on with what needs to be done. But the end result is that I have a difficult time with leadership. I do it, but I’m happy when it’s over.

But the extroversion makes it really hard to just sit back and be a follower as well. I’ll follow happily enough when something is new to me; my anxiety keeps me quiet. But once I feel competent at something, I lose interest in merely following. The extrovert comes out and sometimes I wind up taking charge. And then the anxiety comes back because I worry that I’ve offended someone or something. It’s a nuisance, really.

I really enjoy collaborating with others. The joy there is that I am treated as equal, but that someone else has to make to phone calls, and get all the permissions that may be needed (say for a grant proposal) and I can just sit back and wait until they ask me to do something. I lend my expertise where it’s needed and am present when needed, and keep out of it otherwise. It’s a nice balance.

The only problem is that when there’s something I really want done, I have a hard time rallying the troops (as it were) to collaborate with me. I’ve submitted a few grant proposals as Principal Investigator and it’s been really, really hard to do it, generally because I can’t get the rest of the team on board adequately and my (stupid) anxiety causes me to not be quite pushy enough to keep everyone motivated.

Thankfully, I’m in a place where people are seeking me out now for potential collaborations (see yesterday’s post). I have a skill that few others have, that is in demand. Not high demand mind you, but in demand enough that I can keep busy and paid.

So does it matter which of these terms (leader, follower, collaborator) are most comfortable to me. I know myself. I’m making it work. I’m happy. That’s all that’s needed.

For 12-4-12

Christmas Apathy

The holidays are always a little strange around our household. There are several reasons for us to dislike the holidays, and if you already know me well, you know some of the big ones. For one thing, both my husband and I don’t buy into the whole religiosity of the season, so we wind up trying to make it a celebration of the solstice, which, in truth is worth celebrating. Usually about this time of year I’m cursing the short days. BRING BACK MY DAYLIGHT! But that’s a tough sell to the boy and the rest of the family, and to the community at large.

What troubles me most about the holidays these days is the materialism of the whole Christmas thing and that usually it involves me having to deal with members of my family that I’d rather not deal with. It seems that I am endlessly trying to make the Christmas holiday something that we – in our small family group of Mommy, Daddy, and Boy – can all celebrate together, that is a fitting celebration of the season, and not some gross get-as-much-stuff-as-you-can and jam-your-family-down-your-throat event that serves no useful purpose. I go through cycles of complete disinterest in the holiday, where none of the decorations go up and the gift-giving is pretty meager. The only reason why gift-giving occurs at all in those years is due to pressure from the rest of the family. Other years, I go crazy with all the decorating and really get into it, only to discover it was a lot of work and little return. (The boy gets his toys. The extended family whines more than I want to hear. I get to clean up .)

This year is shaping up to be one of those indifferent years. I find that I’m not even trying, despite the excited pleas of the boy to put up the decorations and the tree. I suppose the tree will ultimately go up. The M-I-L will most likely be at our house for Christmas, so I’ll be obligated. (And don’t say ‘It’s your house. Do what you want.’ It don’t work like that.) *sigh*

There is one thing that I want to try to do this year. I read the idea here.  The idea is that rather than having an Advent calendar to count down the days, why not give the boy a book each day? I’ve bought him a bunch of new books, some are age-appropriate novels, some are activity books, others are Christmas themed. I’ll scrounge around for some older books that we already have to round out the collection of 24 books needed for the Christmas count down. My hope is that the boy will enjoy getting a new book every day. My hope is also that I’ll find the time to read or do something with him every day as well. So far it’s not looking so good, but this is a first attempt. We’ll see.

But other than this, I am completely apathetic about the holidays this year. I could use some help getting motivated. Or maybe I just need someone to tell me that my indifference is perfectly OK. I’m open to suggestions. Does anyone else have thoughts about how to get the family more involved and interested in the holiday? Maybe something that involves them doing something and not just me? Anyone? Anything? Maybe I’ll just go to bed.

The journey toward swordsman begins…

I don’t know about you-all, but I had a pretty awesome day today. Today I ‘officially’ took the first step my journey toward mastery of the Western Martial Arts, that is the ‘Knightly Arts of Battle.’ Naturally, there’s a ton to learn, and if I can master it in my lifetime (or even have a good grip on it in the next ten years), I think I’ll be doing pretty good.

In an earlier post, I discussed my journey to get to this point. Today, I took the long drive to Ithaca, NY from my home (about 2 hours, one way), for 2.5 hours of classical fencing training. The first two hours were two, one-hour foil classes that are offered by the Classical Fencing School, In Ferro Veritas. After that, I receive 20-30 minutes of individual instruction from Adam Crown, Maître d’Armes.  The individual training will ultimately focus on the use of the small sword, but for today it focused on footwork, which makes sense as I explain below.

It’s a pretty heavy workout for one day, but it makes the long drive worthwhile. Plus, I can’t make that trip every weekend, so it makes sense to pack in as much as I can whenever I can make the trip.

One might think that to learn swordplay, one would be holding a sword much of the time. But that’s not how it works at all. You see, what I’m learning is a martial art, not just let’s-go-out-and-bash-on-each-other games. Like any art, one must learn the foundations first. Of those 2.5 hours of practice today, I held a practice foil for about half an hour – and that wasn’t during the individual training. Almost the entirety of the other two hours were spend focused on footwork. Because without a strong foundation, whatever you do with the sword is wasted.

It’s not just having a good stance, although it is important to get your legs to bend in those strange, unnatural ways, and to have them do that automatically. You’ve got to be able to move around, remain balanced, stay out of the way of your opponent’s weapon, and be in a position to perform any number of actions with which you hope to defeat your opponent.

So there’s the en garde position, wherein you’re standing still, poised to move.

There’s advancing and retreating. Sound’s simple enough. It ain’t. Just trust me on this one.

Then thrust and lunge. All right. Isn’t this the quintessential fencing position?

The lunge

Then there’s all the other stuff that I’m currently racking my brain to remember, and of course the names of them all are *poof* gone from my memory.

Lunge, back off, then lunge again. Lunge, then sneak a step forward while still lunging. That’ll get ‘em!

There’s that dodge to the one side. Oh, and now the dodge to the other side. Ooh! How about advancing with the other leg? Wait, what? I can’t bend like that, can I?

Oh yeah, and it all has to be fluid and you’ve got to keep your head up, your shoulders down, your back straight and you hips tucked. And where are your feet? Yeah, don’t forget about those. Now go! Fast! Ok, you can slow down now. Go!Go!Go! Slow down.

Ah, well, suffice it to say, I’m tired now. But excited too. Next lesson in two weeks! I can’t wait.

What is this “Paleopix”?

Cameras

There is, I suppose, the slightest chance that you’ve wondered why my blog is called ‘Paleopix.’ Perhaps you’ve ventured so far as to visit Paleopix.com and have been a little surprised by what you saw.

When my husband and I first married (in fact it might have been before we married), we started collecting antique cameras. We collected over 600 older film cameras, the oldest being from the late 1800’s and the newest being one that we bought about the time we got married. The collection we have is neither his nor mine, it is ours.

It all started with one camera we found at a yard sale, the Univex Corsair II. I think we bought it for $7. It fascinated us both, and it teases us on many levels. It’s mechanical (and there’s nothing battery-powered about this camera), which caught the interest of my husband. It’s very Art Deco, with is an aesthetic that my husband and I share, with all the glossy black and silver. It’s a camera and we both enjoyed taking pictures. We do have our favorites, however. I’m a big fan of the older bakelite cameras. The husband likes the 1960’s-1980’s SLR cameras.

Univex Corsair II – our first camera

We put together a Microsoft Access database (which is how I learned to use Access), and cataloged and tagged each camera (well at least the first 500 or so), and would spend hours cleaning them and trying to make them work. For each camera that still worked and for which there was film available, we’d shoot a roll and get them developed. We have thousands of photos. We were glad when we were later able to just get the photos on CD.

But then we had our son, and the camera collection and web page development had slowed. OK, it’s pretty-much stopped. But the boy is older now, and I’m starting to think about getting back into the collection and working more on the website. In the meantime, here’s a few photos of some of our cameras!

Minolta SRT-MC-II
Minolta SRT-MC-II – My first camera. Actually, it was my dad’s camera, but I borrowed it for so long he finally replaced it…
Our oldest camera
A Minolta SLR camera for 110 cartridge film. It was a little like taking photos with a sandwich.
This is one of our littlest cameras, called a ‘HIT’ camera. That’s a penny for scale. Yes, it worked (though we’ve never tried it).
The Nikon F – one of the original Nikon SLRs. Still works. It’s lenses work on our new Nikon digital SLRs.
The Univex Mercury – a half-frame camera (took 48 photos on a 24-exposure roll). This was just post WWII. It had a rotary shutter, hence the funny dome on top.
Another Univex Mercury. Same vintage, but had flash and rapid-winder. I’ve shot a roll through this one.
Bolsey camera – one of the first to take the ‘standard’ (yet now extinct) 35mm film cartridge. We put a roll through this too.
Winpro cameras were made near here in Webster NY. Pretty cheap plastic.
A Voightlander twin-lens-reflex camera. These take 120 film which is still available (or was when we bought the camera). We never tested this one.
Falcon – one of my favorite cheap plastic/bakelite cameras.
The Royal Reflex – another cheap plastic/bakelite camera. This one is a twin lens style.
A Kodak 3A folding pocket camera – we have lots of bellows cameras. This one’s nice because the bellows are red and intact. It took postcard-sized plates.

There’s a few more, but you can visit the website to see them. Obviously, we have far less than 600 cameras photographed and posted. Some of them, maybe several hundred, are not really worth photographing, but we have some treasures as well. Maybe we’ll get around to posting them all… soon.

A few cameras
A few more cameras.

Dinosaurs in the backyard

I don’t know if I’ve ever mentioned that we have chickens. But…we have chickens. I love them (and hate them). They do provide some entertainment and lots of eggs, but they can stick a bit, and be noisy (and down-right dangerous if you make them mad).

In the paleontological community, there is very little debate that modern birds are direct descendents of the dinosaurs. And if you sit and watch the chickens for a while, you can believe it.

So, we have dinosaurs in our backyard. We like them. Turns out they’re pretty hard to photgraph, but I think I got decent shots of most of them anyway. Here are some photos.

Rosey is the matriarch. She’s the oldest, having already survived one winter here.

Rosey – A Barred Plymouth Rock
Another shot of Rosey

We have a couple of roosters, Bruce and Rocky:

Bruce – A “Black Sex Link” a cross between a Rhode Island Red sire and a Barred Plymouth Rock dam.
Bruce crowing
Rocky – Rhode Island Red
Bruce and Rocky get along…mostly

And a few of our hens:

Two Partridge Chanticlers. I haven’t named these two. I can’t tell them apart.
Red – a Red Chanticler
Brahma Mama – a Light Brahma.
Della, ready for her close-up – a Delaware
Wynona and Bruce – Wynona is a Silver-Laced Wyandotte

We also have a Buff Chanticler (Buffy) and a White Leghorn (Leggy). Yes, sometimes the naming isn’t all that creative. I couldn’t get anything but blurry photos of those girls, so I didn’t include any. Maybe I will at a later date.

In the meantime, now you’ve met most of our dinosaurs. They’re silly little birds, but we enjoy them. And they can be rather pet-like. This is what happens whenever I walk past the group:

Chicken entourage. You hear the clicking of nails on pavement and look back. There they are, following you!

We love our girls and hope you enjoy them too!