November 2005 Archives

The PhD Project Conference

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Sorry for the delay - catching up from a week off from work, along with the holidays, has me backed up in more ways than one (but that's way TMI). Without further ado:

myBackground:: For those of you not versed, my professor in essence "volunteered me" to attend this year's PhD Project Conference in Chicago, by quite literally placing a bug in my ear. He mentioned it shortly before the conference deadline, and while I made a conscious effort to avoid applying, fate stepped in the day of the application deadline. I wrote an awesome essay, and was invited to attend this year's conference in Chicago November 16 - 18th. Oh, and yes - it was free: airfare and accomodations were comp'ed. Who was I to pass up the opportunity?

PhD Project Background::And the opportunity was: to meet with current & prospective doctoral candidates, professors, recruiters and admissions directors. The mission: to increase the number of qualified candidates, from "under-represented minority groups", applying for doctoral degrees in business schools. Under-represented minority groups = African-American, Native-American and Hispanic-American candidates. More information can be found here:
www.phdproject.com

theArrival:: this has nothing to do with the actual PhD Project, so skip this if you're not interested. my 1 hour non-stop becomes a 9 hour mini-disaster. I get a call as I walk out my door: the Airline has cancelled my flight (weather) and tries to put me on a 5 hr later flight to CHI thru NY. Um, no - the weather pattern causing delays in Chi is headed toward NY. So, they put me on an earlier flight thru St. Louis - like 30 minutes earlier. I have 60 minutes to get to the airport and check in. Great. I make that fine, and arrive in St. Louis fine. 45 minutes in, I sit in the airport, and watch passengers board my carriers flight to Chi, as I wait for a flight 2 hours later. And then 2 more flights from STL to CHI get cancelled. I finally get on a plane, only to hold on the ground in STL for 60 minutes, and another 30 minutes in the air over CHI. I finally make it to my hotel room...9 hours later, too tired to be pissed off.

theWelcome:: No time for a shower, I'm 2 hours later for the Welcome Reception. I quickly freshen up, and head to the Welcome Dinner, and here's where the awe kicks in. I expected 200 or so folks total, including professors and administrators. I mean really - I'm used to low-budget, no-frills conferences. Baked chicken and rice pilaf conferences, if you know what I mean. I walk in to a vast ballroom, and even though I'm terribly late, there have to be at least 150 people still milling around the buffet. A great deal of whom are black. I meet some folks, network a lil, take advantage of the open bar (free liquor?!! woo-hoo!) and try to take the edge off my crappy arrival. I talk to quite a few of my colleagues, meet another late arrival and try to get my bearings. I really did not anticipate the signifigance of the event. Head back to my room, and meet my roommate - who's doing a joint juris doctorate and MBA, and pushing on to get her PhD as well. thisNight'sConclusion: I am such a slacker.

thePhDLife:: wake up to a breakfast buffet (aside: they had grits, bacon and waffles on the bar. I was in anti-Weight-Watcher heaven), and get a better glance at my distinguished "colleagues". I say that, because frankly - I was completely overwhelmed. This was 360+ of some of the country's currently best & brightest business school students, some of whom are also leaders in their respective fields. Most of whom were African-American. The mantra in my head at this point: "what in the blue hell am I doing here with these folks?". I try to get over my awe, and focus on the information at hand: How Do you Really Go About SUCCESSFULLY Obtaining your PhD? I'd love to add a brief synopsis about this, but frankly - I can't. It's a long, involved and challenging process - and that's just the application. It's a 3-5 year commitment, fulltime, which requires students to typically (their impression) give up their job to focus solely on the program. 2 years of classes, comprehensive exams - and then that good ole dissertation. All on a stipend that's (typically) a fraction of your original salary. You can supplement this with teaching fellowships, part-time teaching positions, and summer work, but still - it's a sacrifice. When you're done, and if you can defend your dissertation, you're offered a teaching position typically with the same level of school where you earned your degree (i.e. if you graduate from Emory, you can pick your school - GA Tech, Stamford. If you graduate from the Lowell School of Applied Hairdressing & Online Graduate Degrees, you can say hello to teaching Junior College classes). And yes, the pay's pretty good for a Tier 1 school, and you really can control your destiny (research vs. teaching, picking your hours, deciding where you want to focus). Everyone's perspective was slightly different, and their journey (because that's what it really is) was also different, so a synopsis doesn't quite get it. It's just rewardingly complicated. Anything more than that you'll have to decide for yourself (I see a theme developing here...)

theNetwork:: I can't possibly let this opportunity to slide by without taking advantage of it, even with my awe. So I pass out the biz cards (hence the redesign), work the room, and see who I can meet. I come across quite a few people I know (former professors, colleauges), some I need to know (one of my close coworkers was there, unbeknownst to me!) and some I'd like to know (there was this guy I met from NY, extremely brash - why do I dig that???). As a whole, quite a bit of the Fortune 500 was represented, as well as school from all levels (Tier 1 on down), etc. I conclude the my social networking skills aren't nearly as rusty as I thought. Kewl. Even kewler over another good meal, an open bar, and a frank discussion about whether it's "worth it" to give up a cushy gig to pursue academia. We're also presented with a college fair, and given a chance to meet with admissions advisors, professors, recruiters, students et. al. from schools affiliated with the PhD project. The networking opportunities were almost unmatcheable, and more than worth the cost of the trip.

thePhDApplication:: Can we say ducks in a row? Day three opens with more bacon on the buffet, and additional information about getting the most out of your application, to maximize your chances of getting into a PhD Program. theHighlights: you will contact your old professors for recommendations, you will probably need to take/retake the GMAT - and get that score above 6XX (600? 650? depends on the Tier of the school), you will want to take advantage of any contacts you have that can assist - old admissions directors, PhD Project participants, your employer, etc. and you will be applying to quite a few school - outside the scope of the school/location (state) you really want to attend. Programs accept anywhere from 0 (yes, that is a zero) to 3 applicants per year. That's it. the application process is highly competitive so there's a strategy to putting your application together. slight aside: yes, you have to pick a discipline going in, to indicate your areas of interest - Accounting, Economics, Marketing, Management, Information Systems, etc...

theConclusion:: I'm still (sorta) in awe. I'm sure some folks will read this, and think "dang shawty - you need to get out more". Or "wow, it's really not that big a deal". But it was, for me. I've been grinding for a while, like I said before, so I rarely get a chance to enjoy the fruits of my labor. And unfortunately, I work in a highly competitive environemnt, and go to school in a highly competitive environment. So typically, the standards I'm measuring myself against are extraordinary. This though - this normalized things for me. These indivduals I met & exchanged ideas with - they're amazing, and they're my "colleagues", so I understand better where I stand. Not insecure (c'mon, I do know I'm the shiznit) - but I leave, feeling - validated. It's good to hear someone else saying it, too.

theNextConference:: should be November 2006, and I think it's always in Chicago. But you can always keep an eye on their site for more information. Don't sleep on this.

The PhD Project:
PHD Project Funding Information
The PhD Project's Annual Conference Information

b12 - oh so crispy

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Bakers Dozen c/o KB via ej.


  1. theHolidaysBegin:: last weekend? Oh yes honey - my boss, my boss's boss, and most of my colleagues were on vacation all last week, so other than being in maintenance mode, last week wasn't just short - it wasn't very deep either...

  2. elTryptophan:: between the 20-lb-to-date-WW weight loss, and me thinking theChaos was cooking, I didn't plan on doing much. Little did I know theChaos would go on strike at the last minute. I threw the WW (weight watchers) version of din-din together.

  3. theGathering:: Since this was impromptu, it ended up being just me & the kids, which are really no longer kids. My grown daughter theChaos, my wants-to-be-grown son Hammy, theChaos' future hubby theTruth, several of their friends, etc...etc. They complain about the lack of my so-good-it-is-its-own-food-group mac & cheese (there's no way to make that thing WW compliant, it is that rich), but we still pig out & have a good time. Sans football. Oh, get over it already.

  4. theMenu:: Since the leftovers are already gone, and you can't come over beggin' - I'll share: Turkey stuffed with roasted garlic & oranges (sounds much weirder than it tastes), Apple-Sage-Sausage stuffing, Cherry-glazed ham, fresh Early Peas with Mushrooms and Pearl Onions, Collard Greens, barely Candied Yams, glazed carrots, yeast rolls. Oh yeah, and the Pecan Sweet Potato Pie and Caramel Apple Pie.

  5. theHouseHop:: for all you other transplants out there, the best way to collect all your favorite dishes without cooking them all, is to house-hop - meaning you hit the house of every cooking person you know after you get your grub on. Since I'm on WW, I can't - but E came through just to add my Pecan-crusted Sweet Potato Pie to the other 4 varieties he had in the car. He's so shot out for that...

  6. theShoppingFrenzy - NOT:: my new Black Friday tradition - laying on the couch, watching all those other idiots fight over discount electronics. And parking spaces.

  7. GrindingInTheNameofJesus:: I take Marta to the airport, to pick up a rental. It's been a while, but please tell me I'm not the only one amazed that the Shouting-Unintelligible-Preacher is still screaming after all these years? He's been screaming his sermons unintelligibly at Marta riders for over 12 years now - how has he NOT permanently lost his voice? But he wasn't the entertaining part. The entertaining part was the amateur stripper sista who was apparently strutting her stuff for marta riders, to the tune of his sermon. Him, shouting unintellible scripture: "UGGGHHHHHH....YERRGGGGHH, UGGGHHHH....UHHHNNNNNNNN!!!!!!!!!!" Her, responding while grinding on a concrete wall: "That's right, you tell 'em - ain't none of y'all gonna get to Heaven, unless'n you bow to the will of Jesus. Y'all all gonna burn...". I don't know why Marta put those tv's on the train, with this kind of entertainment, they're completely unnecessary.

  8. 40 acres and a Bentley:: my play sista/favorite cousin Shonnie, comes down to B'ham to visit her mom, so of course I have to go see her. It's been 24+ years since we've even talked. But Bessie is still not feeling well, so I go get a rental, and end up with a crispy vanilla Chrysler 300 (pictured above). V8 Hemi, and rides like a dream. For real. It literally makes you want to lean. And floss. A lot. it probably does ride (as much as it looks) like a Bentley (the Continental Flying Spur, but with a gentler price tag), but I can't say for sure - never ridden in a Bentley. It's all I can do to return it on time.

  9. theReunion:: Ever meet someone, friend, family member, etc. - and the connection is immediate, so that you feel like you've always been connected? That's me & my Shonnie. I'm sending her lots of love, hardcore, and hoping I can convince her to move to the South. Are you listening, girl? Me & your mom are gonna work on you...

  10. theFlossingContinues:: get back to Atlanta, drop off theChaos, pick up E, and we have to cruise - it's mandatory ('Specially since I already had on a hot vanilla shabby-chic outfit that matched the vanilla pseudo-Bentley when I picked it up). We head to Intermezzo, for Gnocci in Lemon-Rosemary Cream Sauce (amazingly good), La Playa Sauvignon (semi-cheap White Wine), White Chocolate Mousse cake and Ciccolocino Bianco (white chocolate coffee). What can I say, it was officially a theme.

  11. IFeelPretty:: since theChaos & I were tied at the hip, we spent a lot of time discussing male-female relationships, and finding a partner who is your "equal". I don't know how it came about (me being adamantly natural and not feeling the idea of having fake stuff on me) - but we end up in a nail salon, getting a full set. I think it was something about meeting baseline expectations, and liking the look of a neat manicure. Or we were feeling really vain. In any event, a trip to the brow specialist is also on the horizon.

  12. Hammy-time:: I have to get my potty-mouth under control. Have you seen "Meet the Fockers"? Well you know the scene where lil Jack mimics the bad words? See, um yeah...me fighting holiday traffic with the kids in the car, has Hammy learning new vocabulary words, most of which are only fit for the Cursing for Dummies reading primer. A whole new version of the A, B, C's. Specially C. I think DFACS is looking for me.

the overstuffed-B12

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Bakers Dozen c/o KB via ej.
I'm gonna say whew in advance here, because this will be an extra long read. Sorry I've been away, and I apologize in advance for the length and depth of this post. With that being said...


  1. theFlights - leg 1 my (roughly) 1 hour flight to Chicago, turned into a 9-hour disaster.

  2. PhD Conference:: It went really well, and I'll post the detailed account later. My primary takeaway: we're (people of color) far from ordinary people, and given that - it takes some direction to know which way to go. If nothing else, when we do that for each other, it's an amazing thing.

  3. house music in the Hyatt:: I'm a house-addict, so how much did my heart soar when I heard a house track (orig track - NOT the Muzak version) being pumped through the hotel speakers?! Ahhh...I'm ho-ome! aside: can any other addicts give me the name of this song, whose hook goes "oowhoo, uhn-hunh yeah....a yea-yo, yea yo...a yea yo, yea yo..."?

  4. theHouse:: I get a 6AM phone call Friday morning - my realtor, working an angle to get me hardwood floors. It doesn't pan out, but how much do I LOVE her for thinking about me before her morning coffee??!!

  5. goingHome:: I don't get to see much of Chi-town during the conference, but my cousin Lou hooks me up with my other cousin, BabyGirl, who picks me up and gives me a tour of Chi-town. Now, I've never been to Chicago, but there's something about being up North - it was like being home again. Two-family flats, brothers posted on the block, Liquor (not Package) stores, old Downtown buildings that grow up and not out. It was Literally like going home, cept bigger and with better music. I've got the wanderlust (hm, maybe it's time to move...?) again...

  6. myNewOrangeLipstick:: BabyGirl tries to tell me, and I adamantly refuse to believe, that popcorn can be addictive. Popcorn = crack? C'mon, no popcorn is all that. That is, until we stop by Garrett's, and she picks up some hot combination of Macadamia Carmel Crisp and CheeseCorn. Oh my gawd! My intent was to stop eating it when my hands began to get numb, but even as the salt ate through the first 2 layers of the skin on my lips, I couldn't stop. My new lipstick is Garrett's Orange. I'm so ashamed...

  7. theRendezvous:: We also pick up drinks, Malnati's pizza, wings, and her friend Diva, and retire to BabyGirl's house, to have a true 'Waiting to Exhale' moment. No burning any men's pictures in effigy, but we realize there are some SORRY brothas walking the earth, and none of us are exempt. We love men, primarily because we understand who they are, and are willing to kick them off their pedestal to really get at them.

  8. theChi-town tour:: I convince BabyGirl I don't want to see the "tourist" spots, so we hang out with her people in Oak Park. A lil window-shopping, and I find the most fab pair of Kenny's a woman could own, which I cannot buy. Feel free to buy them, and send them to me, m'kay?

  9. Girl, I'll house you:: pick up a few more essentials, and we change, beautify, prep to head to the club - - - and had one too many Gin Gimlets. We all wake up, hours later ...and go to bed. How anti-climactic was that? Igot housed by the itis, and I'm attributing it to that dayum Malnati's pizza, and the new Orange Lipstick.

  10. Return of the Itis:: ..breakfast buffet. So much for avoiding the 2nd onset of the itis.

  11. theFlights - leg 2:: flow control? da hell? An hour hold on the ground in Chicago, leads to an hour hold in the air over Atlanta, leads to another 5 hour - 1 hour nonstop flight. Yeah, right.

  12. Hammy-time:: I haven't taken a vacation without the kids since Hammy was born, and while it was good to get away, I missed his spoiled a$$. And his sloppy kisses.

  13. theImpromptuRedesign:: I inadvertently put the cart before the horse, by creating & distributing business cards, without taking the blog off the main page of my site. So, I come home, exhausted, and finish phaseI of the redesign. Wanna see the new site layout, here it be. I've got lots more work to do, but you get the general idea. Any feedback is greatly appreciated.

PhD Project Conference

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I'll be attending the 2005 PhD Project's Annual Conference, November 16th - 18th in Chicago (well, actually Rosemont, IL). I'm only just now becoming familiar with the PhD Project, so if you want more information, you'll probably want to check out their site.

Let me clarify something - I "won" a FREE invite to the conference. All expenses paid. Based on my application to attend, you know the drill. While airfare, hotel, etc. for the conference are covered, the expense of extending my schedule through 11/20/05, along with incidentals - is not. So, if you er...have a little extra cash, or a spare bedroom, and can help a sista out...I'd sure appreciate it ;-)

I've never been to Chi-town, and I've never been to this conference...actually, it's probably best that you just act like I'm brand spankin' new to this whole thing. And while I ain't exactly saying I'm going to do the PhD, this conference will actually answer a whole lot of questions for me.

I extended my schedule, so I'll be staying in Chicago thru Sunday 10/20/05. If you're from Chi, or if you're familiar with the PhD Project, or the Conference - holla!

No B12 this week. I was sick as a dog, so unless you want 12 entries about my roids, it just ain't happening.

Meanwhile, I leave tomorry for Chi-town. Otherwise, ain't nothing going on but the rent mortgage. Soon y'all...very soon. Meanwhile, feel free to show me some love, comment, cash or otherwise!






Oh, this is just the sorriest little post I could muster, isn't it? I apologize - but ...well...I'd call a hiatus, but dammit, I only have 0.2 regular readers, and I don't want to lose them..lol. But for real, I promise to do better once school, work, the house situation, etc. all settle down.

Really, I promise.

I swear.

Aw hell.....is this thing on?

Mackerelly y'all!

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A coworker of mine (and very good friend) has managed to snatch me from the depths of my depression with:

please don't make me 'splain. I couldn't possible even try. Just go here, and see for yourself.

I promise you'll be in tears after you do.

Mackerelly, y'all!

before the storm

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clouds.jpg I'm trying very hard to "remain positive" and "keep the faith", but I'm finding it exceedingly hard to do so. I'm less than 45 days to closing, and I'm broke. REAL broke. Broke enough that I had to ask my ex (FL) for some cash, during his whole "you should give me another chance" moment. But I had to do, what I had to do, and I knew, regardless, that he'd come through.

Problem is, my problems are steadily compounding. Bessie (my truck) is overheating, which will cost about $900 to fix. I just spent about $1400 on Bessie last month, when my rear axle went out. My apartment complex, whose rent is exorbitant, has been getting on me about my car - an old Nissan Altima that the FL and i bought together, that I just paid off. Well, seems the apartment complex won Round 1, 'cause they had it impounded last night. At the very least, I have to pay the tow fees, which I don't have. At the most, I have to pay the tow fee, and store it somewhere offsite of my apartment complex. The fact that I'm moving in approximately 45 days doesn't really matter to them.

Thing is, I rarely write about negative things, or things like this that bother me, because I hate to give them any energy. Don't want to breathe life into it, yanno? But this time, it just seems as if it's been one thing after another, and its increasing exponentially as I get close to closing. I hate whining, but honestly...I'm really depressed. Here I am, single mom, nowhere near any family, limited resources (hell, all my $ usually goes toward everyday necessities - food, daycare, bills, etc).

I've been struggling alone with handling my issues, my household, my family...for over 20 years. It's been...hard. Really hard. I've had obstables that I thought were insurmountable - honestly, we ain't talking speedbumps in life. FL, the abuse, the incest, not having a family to turn to, Hammy being diagnosed as disabled, FL's financial issues, etc...etc..etc. The fact that I manage to overcome them all on my own, is a testament to my sheer will. I can't front like I don't have a support system, I do. But it's small, and overtaxed right now as well. I wish I could pick up a phone, and call someone, to say I need help. But right now...there's no one available at the other end of that line. The f&*$ed up part is, that there really rarely is anyone at the other end of that line.

My friends keep telling me that the "devil is busy" because I'm coming into my own finally. My house is a blessing, and "the devil" isn't trying to let me have that. Funny, I used to be able to agree with that. Right now though, that's no consolation at this point. These are my issues, I created them, I own them and although I know it's up to me to fix them, it just hurts me so much to know that I'm going through this alone, again and again and again.

I need to see the light at the end of the tunnel, yanno? But it scares me that I'm thinking these clouds are going to part, only to be followed by an impending thunderstorm.

b12 - the obsession

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theHouse

Bakers Dozen c/o KB via ej.


  1. grad school:: studied harder, focused efforts, doing better. Shouldn't take 10 hours/week for just one class though...

  2. theNewG&Sspot:: checked out South Beach Bistro. Nice crowd, nice atmosphere, nice ratio of women to CUTIES!!! (Did I mention that I'm boy man-crazy?) happy hour = free before 8pm, and they have a nice (non-free) spread...

  3. volunteering:: took a break. I'll get at it again next week.

  4. theLoveLife:: non-existant.

  5. theLazyness:: I could've actually gotten out of the house on Saturday, after class. But for what?.

  6. theHouse:: yes, it is finally a WHOLE house, roof, frame, walls, insulation, siding, garage, etc. Wanna see it? Here it goes. For those familiar with all this, skip these next two parts.

  7. theInspection:: my inspector went over it with a fine-tooth comb. The verdict: they missed all KINDS of things. Point noted, and they're working on it.

  8. theWalkThrough:: My realtor, my inspector, the building superintendent and I walk through, after my inspector does his thing. I know now where every last outlet, phone jack, freon line, gas line, cable jack, motion detector, thermostat, etc...etc..etc will be. Not that I'll remember any of this...hence those weird pics of the innner walls of my house.

  9. theDriveThrough:: I underestimated the size of my subdivision by about 2/3. It's going to be HUGE. And the prices are going up shortly. I is SO happy.

  10. FurnitureShopping - part I:: I would absolutely love to go into the gory details of how many sites/stores/boutiques/models I have looked at, before deciding what my decor would be...but I'm pressed for space. Suffice it to say that my family room, dining room, master bedroom, Hammy's room, the spare bedrooms and patio are all fully decorated - in my head. And I haven't even closed yet. I'm such a girl for that!

  11. theSpermDonor & theBrokeness:: I would never have thought that theSpermDonor would bail me out of anything. But he did. That's scary, for many a reason.

  12. bessie:: my poor baby, in the foreground above, is sweating like crazy, and I don't have time to fix her. I just hope she holds me down for another 45 days, until I can fix her. Meanwhile, you can always contribute to the "saga's a$$ is broke and trying to buy a house" fund by clicking here:




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my obsession

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So, have I mentioned the house lately? Ok, I've gotta be completely honest. I am absolutely and positively smitten with my house now. You can view a slideshow of all the house pics here, which includes not only my house, but the model homes for my subdivision, external pics of the subdivision, etc...etc..ad nauseum. There's also some preliminary pics of what I like to think of as the "EJ Flavors" section of my subdivision - yanno, the "elite" lots...lol. Please forgive me, it's my first y'all, and like I said before, I'm like a new mom when it comes to this. Thing is though, I've busted my a$$, made many sacrifices, and overcome a lot of hurdles to get to this point, so this is one of the fruits of my labor. Right now, it's kinda sweet.
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This is a Flickr badge showing photos in a set called the new house. Make your own badge here.
No, it's not finished. No, I don't close for at least another 45 days. No, I'm not even completely sure, given my historically rotten credit, that I'll actually close. However, I'm finally getting a hard-on for my house. The pics you see in the badge above were shot mostly today....hell, I shot about 105 pics. Yes, I'm completely embarassed by the fact that I shot 150 pics. Meanwhile, I'm seriously finally lusting for this house to hurry up and be done, already. *wiping drool off the keyboard* I'm gonna be better later y'all...I promise. Meanwhile, I need to go obsess look at the pics a lil more....bye!

This is my life, rated

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Got this from intellifreak (go check him out). The results are completely unsurprising:

This Is My Life, Rated
Life:
6
Mind:
7.6
Body:
5.2
Spirit:
8.3
Friends/Family:
4.5
Love:
2.1
Finance:
5.9
Take the Rate My Life Quiz

I really need to do something about that love score, and the friend score. So much for me being a hermit.