Ooo-kay.
I have cunningly put myself in the position of doing the start-writing-at-midnight-get-no-sleep thing not one but two nights in a row, unless I'm a lot speedier and better organized tomorrow than I usually am. I suspect this cannot end well.
God, I'm a crappy student sometimes. And yet--
and yet--
my thesis is kind of making me want to go to grad school. enough so that I've actually been wondering about my Reed GPA for practically the first time ever. I had a nightmare this morning about finding out I'd failed some classes freshman year and no one had told me.
Like with all speculations on this here journal about What The Hell Am I Doing After College, we'll see. At any rate I couldn't get an advanced degree in this stuff without learning a whole bunch of languages* first, so, er, not right away.
I finally saw a "Raise the Red Lantern" over the weekend and I sort of want to write a post about it, but that would be way too effective as a procrastination tool. Short version for now: it's like watching a two+ hour dramatization of the Prisoner's Dilemma scenario, I Blame the Patriarchy style. Only with prettier costumes, I guess. I had a hard time going to sleep afterward. But good!
*defined as "any number of languages greater than what my mostly-monolingual American ass knows right now"
God, I'm a crappy student sometimes. And yet--
and yet--
my thesis is kind of making me want to go to grad school. enough so that I've actually been wondering about my Reed GPA for practically the first time ever. I had a nightmare this morning about finding out I'd failed some classes freshman year and no one had told me.
Like with all speculations on this here journal about What The Hell Am I Doing After College, we'll see. At any rate I couldn't get an advanced degree in this stuff without learning a whole bunch of languages* first, so, er, not right away.
I finally saw a "Raise the Red Lantern" over the weekend and I sort of want to write a post about it, but that would be way too effective as a procrastination tool. Short version for now: it's like watching a two+ hour dramatization of the Prisoner's Dilemma scenario, I Blame the Patriarchy style. Only with prettier costumes, I guess. I had a hard time going to sleep afterward. But good!
*defined as "any number of languages greater than what my mostly-monolingual American ass knows right now"