It’s been a bit since I’ve sat down and plonked a few words up here for the readers (Over 500 subscribed, if I were to believe WordPress, which I don’t.)
Perhaps the biggest news of the recent times is that I was accepted into Grad School. Classes start for me August 20th. This is the first step on a very challenging road. There’s so much I feel like I don’t know or that I’m unprepared for. There is so much self-doubt running through my brain bucket. However, I know that it is merely temporary and anxiety driven. Why?
Well, I’m a pretty smart person. A bit absent minded at times, somewhat clueless on a few things, but generally a pretty sharp dude. I’m fervently determined to make the most of this opportunity. I know it won’t be easy and I know there will be times that I want to quit, but those are the moments when I have to ball myself up into an adamantium projectile and burst through those walls.
To sort of prepare myself, I’ve been introducing my brains to concepts such as Post-Modernism, Media Studies, Criticism, and the like. I’m also hanging out with folks like Michel Foucault, Karl Marx, Jacques Derrida, and, Mr. Hot/Cold Medium himself, Marshall McCluhan. It’s some pretty thick stuff and I’m digging through it as best I can.
The other thing that has left this blog unupdated for some time was a change in my living situation. Without going into deep and lugubrious descriptions, I was forced to change abodes. At the moment, I’m living in the basement of BuddhaDad’s house. It’s keen, really, and it gives me an opportunity to sort of get myself better so that I can move on to the newer path. The house is filled with books, as well as positive notes around the house. I’m not underfoot as BuddhaDad and Fyshmom spend most of their week out of town. But when they do visit, it’s a good connection. They have been so generous with their time and help and I don’t think there’s a chance I could ever thank them enough.
Last Saturday, I was feverishly and with humongous exhaustion trying to ensure I had all of my belongings together, trying to direct a move, and apologizing to friends for my lack of oomph, help, and otherwise capacity to communicate verbally. I’d worked the previous evening from 6pm to 6am, left work, and immediately got to the process of moving.
This Saturday, I’m reading McLuhan’s “Understanding Media” while taking notes and living in an incredibly positive atmosphere.
The point is, things change in your life. Whether it’s week-to-week, day-to-day, or however it’s measured, things do not stay stagnant. You either accept and move with that change or you try to maintain some version of status quo, although it is a Sisyphusian task.
Classes start in a few weeks. I’m nervous, but ready.