we both have shiny fits of rage
As I tend to do when I am bored and/or gloomy, I researched what grad schools I want to go to and what I want to study there. The results are always similar, with tiny things here and there, but there is a bent towards a certain subject, eh? My ideal top 3 are (for the time being):
"modern culture & media" at Brown University
"communication, culture, technology" at Georgetown
& "comparative media studies" at MIT
I'm kind of going, "Hmm, should've strengthened the communication media studies during the undergrad there."
But man, I'm sick of cultural analysis. My stay here has been non-stop analysis and meta-analysis; I keep on seeing what we discuss in our cultural analysis class in the streets. Everywhere! Anytime. I would mentally and extemporaneously conjure some grand theories about culture from the peculiarities of French ice cream flavors, or explain the finer details of why there will never be true peace in the world, or something weird like realize why Douglas Adam's vision of the real leader of the universe (or something) is actually kind of wise. I feel like I'm learning so much, the most important of which is "doubt your convictions", so... I dunno.
Life is suspended. It's a constant barrage of information, and my brain is beginning to feel like it's constantly on the verge of going "BLAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHUBBADAHUBBADAHUBBADA!" I'm being engaged mentally in a positive way, but I miss having deep connections with those around me, the ones that keep me in the real world, connected to my heart. I can feel myself retreating into my head.
By the way, it's true: everyone does go around with a baguette here. Really.
Some lady accosted me at the bus stop. Not accosted, more like she was talking to anyone who would listen, recounting her life story and how it's hard to get a job, et cetera. Next thing I knew, I had her address and instructions to write her from the US. "To tell me who it's from," she says, "just say it's from the little Chinese girl with the sunglasses at the bus stop." Okay, I have a new penpal now, I guess.
My throat is making me sad. I desire Listerine.
"modern culture & media" at Brown University
"communication, culture, technology" at Georgetown
& "comparative media studies" at MIT
I'm kind of going, "Hmm, should've strengthened the communication media studies during the undergrad there."
But man, I'm sick of cultural analysis. My stay here has been non-stop analysis and meta-analysis; I keep on seeing what we discuss in our cultural analysis class in the streets. Everywhere! Anytime. I would mentally and extemporaneously conjure some grand theories about culture from the peculiarities of French ice cream flavors, or explain the finer details of why there will never be true peace in the world, or something weird like realize why Douglas Adam's vision of the real leader of the universe (or something) is actually kind of wise. I feel like I'm learning so much, the most important of which is "doubt your convictions", so... I dunno.
Life is suspended. It's a constant barrage of information, and my brain is beginning to feel like it's constantly on the verge of going "BLAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHUBBADAHUBBADAHUBBADA!" I'm being engaged mentally in a positive way, but I miss having deep connections with those around me, the ones that keep me in the real world, connected to my heart. I can feel myself retreating into my head.
By the way, it's true: everyone does go around with a baguette here. Really.
Some lady accosted me at the bus stop. Not accosted, more like she was talking to anyone who would listen, recounting her life story and how it's hard to get a job, et cetera. Next thing I knew, I had her address and instructions to write her from the US. "To tell me who it's from," she says, "just say it's from the little Chinese girl with the sunglasses at the bus stop." Okay, I have a new penpal now, I guess.
My throat is making me sad. I desire Listerine.