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Hi! Howdy. ‘Sup. HOLLER! It’s crazy-snowy in Boulder. I’ve been spending a lot of time with family and with my nearest & dearest. I’ve been working on projects, working on business, working on my thesis. I’ve been working on myself. I’ve had challenging, vulnerable conversations. I’ve had life-giving conversations. (Those two types of conversations usually come hand-in-hand.) I’ve been writing and drawing and dancing. For the first time in many years, I am really, really loving winter. And! AND. I will be launching my spanky-new business site on Friday. YAYZORGZ!

Reverb is a Verb

I’m missing the intensity of story-telling and community of December’s #reverb10. But, reverb is not gone! We’ll be sending out a monthly email that will include a prompt, yummy resources and other reflecting/manifesting things we come across. View the February email & prompt. Let me know if you respond to it, okay? I’d love to see your response.

Digital Evolution / #blogevol

Gwen has been leaning into edges: the big, easy-not-to-think-about-if-you-don’t-want-to-(but-you-really-should-consider) questions about how the internet and the technology we consume is affecting our lives. And, how it can evolve. She shares how she is deepening her digital practice.

Alongside thinking about my digital practice, I saw this round-up of EDGE editions—including the most recent edition of EDGE, that poses the question, “Is the Internet Changing the Way You Think?” For me, it changes the way I think insomuch as it has helped inform how I think of solving problems, how I think of story-telling, how I think of connecting.

Interview with Pablo Neruda

This interview with Pablo Neruda on The Paris Review is just…beautiful. Neruda is one of my favorite poets.

A verse from Neruda’s poem, “Poetry”:

I did not know what to say, my mouth
had no way
with names,
my eyes were blind,
and something started in my soul,
fever or forgotten wings,
and I made my own way,
that fire,
and I wrote the first faint line,
faint, without substance, pure
pure wisdom
of someone who knows nothing,
and suddenly I saw
the heavens
and open,
palpitating plantations,
shadow perforated,
with arrows, fire and flowers,
the winding night, the universe.

And this, because it cracks me up:

Gater Snacks February 9


The Social Scientist – #reverb10

#reverb10 – Beyond Avoidance.
What should you have done this year but didn’t because you were too scared, worried, unsure, busy or otherwise deterred from doing? (Bonus: Will you do it?)
(Author: Jake Nickell@skaw)

I’m a social scientist.

caligater and the thesis

A rare 2010 moment in which I work on my thesis. Photo cred: @CohereLLC

Or, I’m becoming one.

See, I’m a total dork. I absolutely LOVE higher ed. I love being around people who are actively working on exercising their brains, who love to grapple with ideas, who seek to honor and create their life-work and life-learning. And while I’ve found such people in all parts of my life, the environment of academia sweeps me off my feet (despite its bureaucracy and ivory tower-ness).

I’m currently working on my third degree—a master of social sciences degree. I powered through and completed all of my coursework in two years, taking a full-time graduate load and spending many, many hours in the stacks and in cafes.

I quit my job a year ago so I could focus exclusively on school. But “exclusively on school” became “inclusively of everything but school.” I finished up my last graduate course in May, and then my intention was to jump fully into researching and writing my thesis (the thesis being my last project in order to earn my master’s). I thought I’d have all the time in the world to read & write—no courses to take, no traditional work hours…just me, some books & journal articles, and my laptop.

But ya know what happened instead?

  • I focused on working for myself (both trying to figure out what I wanted to do work-wise, and doing work just so I could pay my bills).
  • I was VERY social—I spent time with loved ones and attended & helped plan tons of local events.
  • I was in a relationship.
  • And, I basically let my thesis hover in the Doesn’t This Thing Write Itself? part of my brain.

As it turns out, my thesis didn’t write itself.

As summer came to a close and I had piddly work to show for my thesis, I began avoiding my thesis full-out. I should have had so much done. I should have sought out professors for my thesis committee. I should have the calluses on my fingers to prove how much I’d written. But because I hadn’t satisfied any of these shoulds, I buried my head in the academic sand.

Totally avoided something that I’ve always been so passionate about. Weird.

2011 puts me back on the road to becoming a social scientist.

A  huge part of my grad school inspiration comes from the brilliant, insanely hard-working, reach-for-the-stars Alex. She writes at The Tao of Grad School, and through knowing her as a friend AND the grad life she writes about, I’m motivated to keep knucklin’ and brawlin’.

So. I’m devoting 25-30hrs/week to my thesis. I’m going to gather a fantastic thesis committee. I’m seeking funding to do a bit of research in Toronto. And I really hope to defend in May of 2011. It may be a crazy timeline, but I believe I can do it.

So here’s to gettin’ my dork on. Again.

Caligater x 2 – #reverb10

#reverb10 – Photo.
Sift through all the photos of you from the past year. Choose one that best captures you; either who you are, or who you strive to be. Find the shot of you that is worth a thousand words. Share the image, who shot it, where, and what it best reveals about you.
(Author: Tracey Clark@traceyclark)


The Cali & The Caligater, together.

This photo was taken by Rick at a bar in Austin, Texas in March 2010. I was in Austin as a SXSWi n00b, and I was silly enough to carry around the Caligater with me.

I experienced sheer delight when I carried the ‘gater in my messenger bag, green tail peeking out, in the halls of the Austin Convention Center. Lots of strange looks…and one or two gasps (when people thought I might actually have a reptile in my bag). ^_^

2010 saw my brand—Caligater—develop. I didn’t intend for “caligater” to become, well, me. At least not in the way that I have become The Caligater. But the name (the idea, the notion) has taken on a life of her own. Chomp.