re-entry to the blogosphere
Perhaps I'm deluding myself. I know I've said it before-- I'm gonna start blogging again. No, really. This time I mean it. I've managed to get my computer, which had been crippled and only semi-productive since February or so, back into real working order. And I got high-speed internet for my apartment.
Ohhhh yes.
And really, there is much to say. I'm definitely still in an adjustment period; When writing my address, I still catch myself almost putting "Ann Arbor" instead of "Davis" in the city field. Even though there's no denying that yes, I am very much back in Davis-- the Co-op! Farmer's Market! Sophia's! Little Prague! and karaoke at the G Street . . . now made even more sublime by the addition of live band karaoke every other Thursday, which is a delightful change of pace from standard karaoke (read: there is no "Summer Nights" from Grease), and lets me get to pretend that I am a real rockstar. I did a psychedelic spaz-out dance during the guitar solo on "Me and Bobby McGee" Thursday night, which garnered some real audience appreciation. But my neck hurt pretty badly yesterday.
My apartment is spacious and homey. I can't wait to have a party in here. And, in fact, I've got one in the works-- as Greg's birthday is August 31, and mine is September 14, I've proposed we combine the two and have an uber-party on September 7. I figure by then we'll be completely unpacked and moved in (the only remaining unpacked items being books and Greg's CDs. we need shelves).
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So, in other news. I don't think I've mentioned it here, but I've been telling everyone who'll listen: I've got a 30-year plan for my life now. One which no longer involves me getting my PhD in the near future. It goes like this: I continue working in Co-ops for the next ten years (in the field of education and/or marketing, which is what I'm doing now), while Greg establishes himself at some university as their rockstar in ancient philosophy. Once he's got tenure, and it seems likely that wherever we are is where we'll be staying permanently (and my goal is for this to happen by the time I'm 40), I will start my own business. That is to say, I will open a bar.
Yes, I know it's hard work. Yes, I know the failure rate is phenomenal. But I can't help thinking that I would have a kickass bar, and I owe it to the world at large to at least give it a try. And, I mean, I've started saving now, and in the coming years I'll start educating myself about the finer points of entrepeneuseship and, closer to time, applying for whatever grants and loans one can get for a small business startup.
I mean, you'd come to my bar, wouldn't you?
Anyway, I figure after 10 years of the bar business, I'll have good management and can be more hands-off about the whole thing, and then, and only then, and only if I'm still interested, I may apply to PhD programs and try to get back in the game.
Yes, when I'm 50.
'Cause, the thing is, right now I don't have the attention span to do academic work. I can't get excited about the idea of being a professor the way I can get excited about having my own bar. I'm not willing to say I wash my hands of the business entirely, because academia certainly does have an appeal, but I'm not ready to head down that path just yet. I really like the idea of being accomplished in other fields before I go back.
So it's official (though I haven't told the department yet): I'm a grad school dropout.
And I couldn't be happier with my decision.
I'll tell you more about my bar later, as I'm brimming with ideas, but for now I'll just leave you with a picture of me dressed as Harry Potter, and I promise that I'll be back and blogging again in no time at all.
Oh, and one more thing-- It would seem I have abandoned flickr for Picasa, as it's the photo album that's so conveniently located on gmail's site (sorry, flickr friends! But I can make lots of different albums without paying, so . . .). I've uploaded some recent pics y'all might not have seen, so stop by and check them out.
New Photo Albums!
Ohhhh yes.
And really, there is much to say. I'm definitely still in an adjustment period; When writing my address, I still catch myself almost putting "Ann Arbor" instead of "Davis" in the city field. Even though there's no denying that yes, I am very much back in Davis-- the Co-op! Farmer's Market! Sophia's! Little Prague! and karaoke at the G Street . . . now made even more sublime by the addition of live band karaoke every other Thursday, which is a delightful change of pace from standard karaoke (read: there is no "Summer Nights" from Grease), and lets me get to pretend that I am a real rockstar. I did a psychedelic spaz-out dance during the guitar solo on "Me and Bobby McGee" Thursday night, which garnered some real audience appreciation. But my neck hurt pretty badly yesterday.
My apartment is spacious and homey. I can't wait to have a party in here. And, in fact, I've got one in the works-- as Greg's birthday is August 31, and mine is September 14, I've proposed we combine the two and have an uber-party on September 7. I figure by then we'll be completely unpacked and moved in (the only remaining unpacked items being books and Greg's CDs. we need shelves).
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So, in other news. I don't think I've mentioned it here, but I've been telling everyone who'll listen: I've got a 30-year plan for my life now. One which no longer involves me getting my PhD in the near future. It goes like this: I continue working in Co-ops for the next ten years (in the field of education and/or marketing, which is what I'm doing now), while Greg establishes himself at some university as their rockstar in ancient philosophy. Once he's got tenure, and it seems likely that wherever we are is where we'll be staying permanently (and my goal is for this to happen by the time I'm 40), I will start my own business. That is to say, I will open a bar.
Yes, I know it's hard work. Yes, I know the failure rate is phenomenal. But I can't help thinking that I would have a kickass bar, and I owe it to the world at large to at least give it a try. And, I mean, I've started saving now, and in the coming years I'll start educating myself about the finer points of entrepeneuseship and, closer to time, applying for whatever grants and loans one can get for a small business startup.
I mean, you'd come to my bar, wouldn't you?
Anyway, I figure after 10 years of the bar business, I'll have good management and can be more hands-off about the whole thing, and then, and only then, and only if I'm still interested, I may apply to PhD programs and try to get back in the game.
Yes, when I'm 50.
'Cause, the thing is, right now I don't have the attention span to do academic work. I can't get excited about the idea of being a professor the way I can get excited about having my own bar. I'm not willing to say I wash my hands of the business entirely, because academia certainly does have an appeal, but I'm not ready to head down that path just yet. I really like the idea of being accomplished in other fields before I go back.
So it's official (though I haven't told the department yet): I'm a grad school dropout.
And I couldn't be happier with my decision.
I'll tell you more about my bar later, as I'm brimming with ideas, but for now I'll just leave you with a picture of me dressed as Harry Potter, and I promise that I'll be back and blogging again in no time at all.
Oh, and one more thing-- It would seem I have abandoned flickr for Picasa, as it's the photo album that's so conveniently located on gmail's site (sorry, flickr friends! But I can make lots of different albums without paying, so . . .). I've uploaded some recent pics y'all might not have seen, so stop by and check them out.
New Photo Albums!