Plummeting from the Ivory Tower

I was thinking the other day about the great unknown that stretches ahead of me, and how it might be nice to approach it with some specific goals in mind. You know how people always ask you, "well, if money wasn't an object, what would you be doing?" That seems like a well-organized way to daydream. I usually respond that I'd like to freelance, but a) if that's possible at all, it's a long long way off, and b) it's pretty vague. So I started making a mental list of Things To Do Before I Turn 30. Goals require deadlines, you know. I thought the list should try to merge personal and professional goals. The first two things on my list? "Learn to surf" and "Adopt a dog." I believe "write some really good shit" came in at number three, but by then I was already daydreaming about running along the beach with a mutt by my side.

Is this what I meant by the Academy changing my life?

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current book: um. Heidegger & Adorno. I've seriously never procrastinated like this. I both desperately want to be done with it and desperately want to never finish.
current music: the sound of the kitties thundering through the house. thank goodness the guy below us moved out.
current socks: bowling socks! in addition to bowling balls & pins, there are comic strip-like exclamations that say "Strike!" and "Spare!" I attended a graduation party today that featured croquet, and these were the closest I could come. They're both ball sports, right?

south of the loop

Plummeting from the Ivory Tower