desire vs. academia vs. everything
My favorite intellectuals are the ones with natural science chops.
I came to grad school to get a livelihood (via the design world).
And I came to become a better intellectual,
by honing empirical and technical analytical tools.
And I came to become more useful for change.
Will any of these goals be met? This afternoon it all seems to be in serious doubt.
I hear the first year is constant battle with existential dread (of the Kafka-esque bureaucratic flavor) anyhow.
I've never been good with delay of gratification.
All I really want to do is teach and learn with dissident intellectuals.
I can't recall anything ever making me feel more alive.
I heard that relationships succeed and fail based on the compatibility between
• How we like to express care, and
• How our interlocutor recognizes care.
Dissident intellectuals might be the only ones who really recognize the way I express care.
Maybe I came to grad school to increase my ability to convene an audience.
It's almost enough to wish I had never encountered SfDaS.
The contrast with everything else is unbearable.
But that's probably my blood sugar crashing.
I came to grad school to get a livelihood (via the design world).
And I came to become a better intellectual,
by honing empirical and technical analytical tools.
And I came to become more useful for change.
Will any of these goals be met? This afternoon it all seems to be in serious doubt.
I hear the first year is constant battle with existential dread (of the Kafka-esque bureaucratic flavor) anyhow.
I've never been good with delay of gratification.
All I really want to do is teach and learn with dissident intellectuals.
I can't recall anything ever making me feel more alive.
I heard that relationships succeed and fail based on the compatibility between
• How we like to express care, and
• How our interlocutor recognizes care.
Dissident intellectuals might be the only ones who really recognize the way I express care.
Maybe I came to grad school to increase my ability to convene an audience.
It's almost enough to wish I had never encountered SfDaS.
The contrast with everything else is unbearable.
But that's probably my blood sugar crashing.

Or there is something missing from my description - some ineffable moment of ferment and foment (sorry - that really just came out like that). Something that I got hooked on while hanging out with the Olympic-class dissident weirdo intellectuals of the School for Designing a Society.