December 6th, 2019


Of course you should be afraid of the dark! You know what's out there.

This is very funny but also very bad: I'm on the academic job market right now, trying to finish my dissertation and put together a museum exhibit and teach, and the job market has entailed hundreds upon hundreds of pages of finely tailored documents and off the cuff generations of what is now multiple courses, books, and other projects for the purposes of the genre.

I have some job interviews next week, "my whole life, on a platter" (except not, because late capitalism will destroy us all and the academy is broken, but anyway), and all I want to think about is Dean fucking Winchester.

BUT YOU KNOW WHAT HAPPENS WHEN YOU DO THAT. You end up in bumfuck California with a murderous ghost sucking on your soul in the middle of a dilapidated house that, if it wasn't structurally unsound before, now certainly is, given that you just drove a car through it. Then your world's on fire and you're in Colorado, eating peanut M&Ms.

Accountability post for today: Two interviews, finish a postdoc app, a job app. Faculty sponsor inquiry. Headway on grant app. First pass ASV final. At least half an hour of diss writing.