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The symposium on O’Rielly Radar. I’m also tweeting the event (see sidear –>) or my twitter page.

As the title suggests, a lot of my time is being spent trying to balance my life in Ithaca and my life in Rochester. The core of this balancing act is layed out at the top of every page of this site:

PhD Student at Cornell, Researcher at RIT

Add to that husband and pet guardian, and there’s a lot to manage. And difficult decisions to make. I feel like a major ongoing life lesson that I am learning is how to say “no” to things (admittedly, its not going so hot right now). Its also leading to some tough decisions.

Up until this week, I’d be back and forth between Rochester and Ithaca, coming down for class on Monday morning, staying until afterclass on Tuesday night, returning to Rochester and working Wednesdays at RIT, travelling back to Ithaca on Thursday morning, and coming back to Rochester on Friday night. It amounted to eight hours of driving a week.

Last week, Dre and I came to the really tough decision that the commute was unsustainable. I was falling behind in my work at Cornell and bringing home way too much work on the weekend. So we made the tough decision that I’d stay in Ithaca from Monday afternoon (Monday mornings are spent at RIT) to Friday. This is the first week that I’m on the new schedule.

In many ways its good. I have more time to work and I’m rapidly getting caught up on work. By my heart is in Rochester and I miss Dre so much. These are going to be a long two years.

My Debate Command Station

My Debate Command Station

Some might be asking “What’s up with this post….” My PhD work is in the area of Journalism and live blogging debates is something that amateurs and pros alike have been doing this US Presidential Cycle. So, livin’ the anthropologist’s life, I thought I’d give it a try.

It’s not as easy as it looks. In fact, Twittering is much easier that trying to write anything substantive. This, believe it or not, was better than my first, unpublished attempt during the VP debate. Balancing watching, thinking, typing, and keeping watching is a lot harder than it seems. So without further adieu, my rather weak ramblings on the proceedings:

  • 10.34 pm — Gotta love what happens when the candidates block the teleprompter. And we go to hand shaking…
  • 10.24 pm — So much for yes or no. McCain’s “maybe” was the perfect response on that one. And we heard the audience on that one.
  • 10.17 pm — For an interesting view on the debate, check out Intrade’s tracking page for the debate.
  • 10.13 pm — Whelp, it’s official Brokaw should just get up and leave at this point.
  • 10.11 pm — Twitter looks to be down from the traffic
  • 10.03 pm — I want a doctrine! The Bernius Doctrine…
  • 10.00 pm — Ok, Brokaw is absolutely toothless.
  • 9.54 pm — I wonder if the audience is miked? McCain, whose cracked more jokes so far… But if there isn’t the sound of chuckles from the audience, it just sounds like the jokes are dying on the floor.
  • 9.49 pm — Brokaw really needs to start cutting these guys off…
  • 9.37 pm — Ballston Spa NY — Central NY Represents!
  • 9.29 pm — Interesting production note — is it me or are both candidates wearing lapel mics? If so then why the hand helds? Are they even on? Or is it just for the look?
  • 9.27 pm — The Hack the Vote live twittering is lagging way too far behind the debate. It’s interesting, especially since there’s a healthy amount of tweets from both sides of the aisle. But I think I’ve seen enough… let’s try some live blogging…

2 months rent down the drain, but the car is running better than ever!

I’m back in Ithaca at the Library and watching/taking part in a meeting on Social Advocacy that’s taking place in Ohio at the excellent Midtown Brews forum. After that its on to the Debate. All of this will be watched online — it’s a brave new world.

I’m right now getting breakfast at the Artisan Cafe in Trumasburg, the best french bakery I’ve discovered outside of Hyde Park Chicago, and trying to recover from the last twelve hours or so. Yesterday I attended an excellent (and slightly mindbending) anthro colloquium at Cornell. After it I was cohost of this year’s first grad student run potluck dinner (a Cornell Anthro tradition). After watching the debates and cleaning after the shin-dig, I had a second wind and hopped into my car for a trip back to Rochester.

So far, so good…

Or so I thought. Then my clutch died in the middle of nowhere on Route 89. At midnight. In a zone with no cell reception. At all.

I did the smart thing, and stayed with the car. And a sheriff finally came by. At 6am. Oy.

So I’m a bit bleary eye’d. Thankfully, the coffee is helping tremendously.