Wednesday, June 26, 2013

Moved to a Different Place

[I originally posted this to my another social media account, but I realized it would have just squatted there like an angry toad next to pictures of me and other friends looking happy. If I confine this to the blog, it will just vanish into the archives unless someone really looks for it, which is a better solution to ignorance of this kind: it should never be forgotten about, but it should be archived for proper study and occasional ridicule.] 

I'm even hiding it behind a jump, because I don't want to see it on my front page. I do think it's something I'll write about in the near future, because the concept of aggrieved heterosexuals is... interesting ground.

Saturday, June 22, 2013

Sometimes the Tale is Told

One of the things I would love to get better at is the telling of stories. In general, I don't have an aptitude for it. Only in very specialized circumstances have I felt proud of my output. One is when I read the material of others. It's probably the leftover drama training from eighth grade, but I love reading stories out loud. Making voices for characters, trying to add layers of meaning... it's not something I've had much call to do -- watch out, prospective children of mine! -- but I enjoy it regardless.

The second is relating the circumstances of relationships. And those (so far) are stories that end in failure. In spite of that rather gloomy end, I try to never make these stories depressing. Emphasizing the comic aspects of life usually helps. Who can resist stories about people who smoke complaining about addictive behaviors in others? Or about a pair of people so accommodating that they end up working against their own interests? That's just funny.

Tuesday, June 18, 2013

Close Friends à la Facebook

One of the more interesting ideas that has arrived with the wide-scale adoption of social networks is the concept of a digit that expresses how many "friends" you have. It's most common with Facebook, since it is still the social giant. A friend is someone who you have clicked to say "this is a friend of mine" and the other person clicks and says, "yes, I agree that we are friends". It's a link between the two personal accounts, and that link grants viewing rights for certain buckets of content (status updates, location, photos, etc) as defined by the users. In more technical parlance, it's known as a "synchronous" connection, because both people must agree explicitly to each other (you can't "friend" someone by fiat who does not wish to be so connected).

Monday, June 17, 2013

Doctoring the Records

All signs seem to point to me having completed my doctoral degree. I've been very careful about making any announcements like this because the process involves a lot of extra forms, extra version edits, extra jumping hoops, so I tried to temper expectations. But everyone knows I'm close, so I've had to continually play defense when people ask about my current status. Or, as is usually said, "Aren't you done yet?"

And now I am.

Wednesday, June 05, 2013

Feigning Maturity

Nelson-Atkins Museum of Art
It looks like I've finished all of the doctoral study. As often occurs with these things, there has not yet been the "now you're done, hooray!" moment. In a few months, when my diploma arrives, perhaps that will satisfy. For now, I have to make do with an email from my professor saying, "Well, I marked you as done. And you got A's so don't worry."

It's not quite what I was picturing.