Woes of research

Another week has come and gone, the Olympics rage on, unrelenting in their persistence, while I sat in my office and did my damndest to sublimate research. While a Master’s student, I found it easy to somewhat randomly select a topic for research—mostly based on what I had last read in my coursework at the time—but now that I’m swimming with the big dogs (running with the sharks), I’m finding it decidedly harder to land on a research topic I’d like to pursue long-term. There’s a lot out there to get into, of course, but as I read into one area, I find sources and references that lead me into some other avenue of thought. Other than reading everything, I’m starting to find it hard to believe that I’ll ever be able to land on just one focus. How does one go about selecting just one field to go into and specialize in for years on end? Granted, in the end, anyone worth their salt is going to read extensively and cross into other specialties in order to fully understand and further their own. Still, it seems a bit daunting to read and retain everything.

Whiny much? Yes. But it’s a valid concern. Just a few months ago, I thought sociocultural aspects of SLA might be the way to go, but today I’m knee-deep in cognitive linguistics. Of course it helps to read broadly and establish a wide background of knowledge, but I’m a bit puzzled as to how a researcher/teacher decides to go for just one field out of so may possibilities. Flipping a coin (or maybe an umpteen-sided die) sounds kind of nice at this point.

Of muscle aches and wicker men

My leg and back muscles have just about finished griping after their sudden and rather rude awakening over the weekend. We had our winter intensive to close the semester (my second; I’ve now been at Siebold a full rotation!) and took 13 students and five native speaker guests for just under exactly 48 hours of as much English immersion as we can provide without shipping them overseas. This was my second one of these, and I must say, I think they’re a lot of fun. Getting to know some of our students better, especially the ones who care about learning English, and having fun while doing so is a blast. Well, except for the sore back, maybe.

Folks here like to say that if you get sore soon—as in the next day or so—you’re still young, but if it takes a few days to catch up with you, then you’re getting a bit … advanced, shall we say. So, in the end, my being sore less than 24 hours after our morning of ultimate frisbee and soccer may be a good thing. If you believe what They say, anyway.

In artistic consumption news, one of the guys at work lent me the original 1973 version of The Wicker Man. He warned me not to read anything about the movie before I watched it (always good advice), and reiterated his disbelief that I’d never seen such a cult classic. After watching it tonight, I’d say I agree with the cult part. Classic, not so much. Forty years ago it was probably cutting edge and disturbing, but to my 21st century desensitized self, it’s mostly just silly. There’s literally a song about how the May pole is just a phallic symbol. And it’s got choreography. The story was fun, I’ll give you that. It’s a playful murder mystery, if you can call a murder mystery that. Still, compared to other films—even 2001: A Space Odyssey that came out five years earlier—it’s lacking quite the impact it could’ve had, especially coming just two years after A Clockwork Orange, which is a few million times more strange and disturbing. I suppose I liked The Wicker Man more than disliked it, though, and it was fun to watch with no idea what was coming going into it.

A brief return to bachelorhood

Chiharu’s off to Obama tonight with her sister, so I’m suffering the bachelor life this evening. I’ve celebrated with yakisoba and a private viewing of The Hurt Locker. Both were excellent, if I do say so myself.

And I do.

I was shocked to learn that The Hurt Locker was directed by a woman. It didn’t seem like the kind of movie and/or style one would normally associate with a woman director. I doubt you’d see Sofia Copola in the desert next to a sniper rifle. Just saying. It was really good, though. Compared to her ex-husband’s blue-skinned war movie that came out this year, I’d say The Hurt Locker beat it on all fronts.

Also, Ministry isn’t a band I’d usually listen to, but their song “Khyber Pass” from The Hurt Locker soundtrack is pretty cool.

Tomorrow grades are due for this semester. Then on Saturday Chiharu’s off to take her sister back to Kitakyushu and I’m heading to the winter intensive. We’ve got 13 students and five native-speaker guests ready for two days of English interaction at the lovely Shikimi Heights resort in northwestern Nagasaki. Once the intensive runs, the semester’s really over, and then it’s over a month of hibernation in the office trying to work on planning and research for next semester and beyond.

On a related note, if anyone’s got a brilliant academic writing textbook, I’m all ears.

And on an unrelated note, I’m liking the debut album of the band The xx.

Finally, here’s the new ultra-modern personal computation device acquired a couple weeks ago:

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