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Workshopped

Just got back from a really great workshop our department hosted.  Or rather, the first half; the second half is tomorrow morning.  It’s a nice format, placing small blocks of speakers on one topic next to blocks of speakers from a very different topic, and then opening the floor for panel discussions in between.  The discussions have been really informative and through-provoking, and it’s great to see people interacting outside of their subfields and asking great big-picture questions.  The theme of the whole workshop is something like, “new methods of data analysis in applied linguistics” or some such, which is really just a way of saying “talks on quantitative stuff from a bunch of underrepresented subfields”.

Today we saw panels on cognitive neuroscience and neuroimaging, and then one on translation, interpretation and second language corpora.  I wasn’t expecting to get much out of the latter, but it turned out to be surprisingly eye-opening, which I suppose is what the department was hoping us graduate students would get out of it.  They actually scheduled their speakers with us in mind (which I think is a really nice gesture), so almost everyone in our department is really excited about at least one talk.

The neuroscience panel certainly didn’t disappoint.  We saw a talk on eye-tracking and body movement, one on ERPs, and one on phoneme repair and fMRI.  The best part of these, for my future anyway, was hearing the regular “theoretical” professors talk at the cognitive guys and ask the kinds of questions I’m trying to ask and answer too:  what place does linguistic theory have in neuroscience?  Will neuroscience eventually replace linguistic theory as our models of brain and cognition grow more sophisticated?  What can we generalize from these blobs on the brain, anyway, and why should linguists care?  Why do these studies if they don’t increase our knowledge of linguistic structure, or give us a better processing model?  Lest it sound like I have no faith in my chosen future, I should point out the answer to these questions isn’t entirely damning.  There’s certainly a shake-up in the future of linguistics, and cognitive neuroscience seems to be the battlefield for this.   The panelists agreed that the future of this research is going to be graduate students who have both linguistics and neuroscience training, which is what I’m trying to do.  We need researchers who are conversant in both domains.    And I personally believe that fMRI and ERP have a lot they can tell us about processing models and linguistic storage and representation.  Besides,  it’s very good to know the kinds of questions the more philosophic and theoretically concerned members of our field have.

Having said that, it’s time to head over to the after-party, which is already in progress!

Semasiology, etc.

Another up-down-up-down kind of day.  I guess I’m feeling up.  I’m listening to Kinski.  And I’m done with all my work.

Quechua went alright this morning, though I did discover when I got to campus that I had entirely forgotten my bike lock and thus had to run my bike to my office and the hoof it over to class pretty quickly.  Boo.  Luckily Lewis was coming to campus later and was able to drop my lock off with me before my neuroimaging class later.   Said class was great as always.  I’m always left feeling really inspired after that class, full of ideas I don’t know how to put into fruition.   Sadly that didn’t transfer to the rest of my day, as I got home and became totally stuck in trying to get tiny things done and feeling like I was going nowhere.  But to-do-list was cleared, I made dinner with actual vegetable matter in it, and really… what more can I ask for?

Nada!

Taligiligiligi

Wednesdays are always sort of a litmus test for my week.  If sessions go well, it bodes well for Friday sessions.  Today’s only went so/so, and I’m not entirely sure how to fix it.  The material we’re going over is really technical and not particularly exciting, so I’m really just reviewing things that happened with the homeworks last week and how those went.  Sadly, I think the kids who come to session really do get the swing of things by the end, but when sessions are that boring and tedious no one really wants to come.  I only had maybe 15 kids today, instead of the usual 20-25, and even my most participation-happy girls were a little moribund.  I even had silly Samoan music to play to kick the start off, but everyone seemed so surly about the topic in general it didn’t help any.  I think the groupwork last week helped, but I’m just not sure how you do this stuff in groups.  Oh well.

Also put all my reading to get done for next week in my beloved Tasque (via my also very beloved Remember the Milk) and it’s looking a little dismal this week. Graduate school is great, and the other night I think I put it to Lewis pretty well. It’s all about it being 10:00 on a weekday, and you feeling exhausted in every cell of your body. And this exhaustion is itself somewhat uplifting, because you feel like you’ve faught a hard and worthy battle and given it all your best. It’s not the same exhausting as working the regular 9-to-5. So much of my day is self-determined, and there’s no real external repercussions for whether I perform well or not. I guess what it comes down to is that no one works myself harder than me, and when you pick the ways in which you work yourself, you don’t waste a lot of time doing stuff you don’t think it worthwhile.

I guess that should be a lesson to myself. I could work harder at this TA thing. I think I can figure out how to make it more entertaining while still being informative and practice-centric. And at the end of the day… it’s the working hard that matters between me and myself. Whew. This whole grad school thing is a little less like fun-fun going to school times, and more like an interminable endurance race. Keep hitting those mile markers, and this quarter will be over with some measure of success. And several thousand mile markers later, I come out somewhere with a PhD. Right?