Kanye West didn’t win a VMA, but he’ll win an Oscar.

Media is hot tonight – making it difficult to focus on books 3 and 10 of Plato’s Republic.  I’d rather be watching Rachel Maddow and reading the Huffington Post.  It’s hyper-mediacy that got me into this mess – my affinity for all things news, all things now, and all ways in which they arrive at the doorstep of my brain – knocking all night, keeping me awake – screaming that I should go to grad school and spend many hours thinking way too much about technology and theory and other really awesome words that begin with the letter T.

I’m a frightened little first-year grad student, now.  I’m learning more about time management than I am about critical theory.  As long as the papers are written, I think everyone involved is okay with that.  The first week jitters are behind me – and my 7 hour meltdown tear-fest is a thing of the past.  I wonder how many people have run three miles while sobbing?  I think the important part is the fact that I’m not afraid to admit the doubts I had about this whole endeavor.  I feel like a different breed of human and it takes a while to acclimate oneself to the whole “academic environment.”  I definitely miss bike rides to nowhere and reading for pleasure.  But I’m thrilled to have a desk in an office with my name next to the door – and that might sound … well, I don’t know what the fuck it sounds like to you – but I dig it.  It’s comforting.  I made it.  Nyeh!

I would love to promise you that this blog will be dedicated to rants about academia – but I’ll write about whatever I feel like writing about – and occasionally (if you’re lucky), I’ll go old school live journal style and talk shit about someone.