reports from the land of betwixt and between
Abandoned buildings, melted bricks, and a city’s despair: photo essays from a variety of sources, via BoingBoing.
You want some future? How about viruses as batteries, bionic eyes, surveillance that would put Big Brother to shame, and a whole new meaning to the phrase, there’s gold in them thar hills.
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On Friday, I was notified that Brown University did not accept my application to the Ph.D. program in Theatre and Performance Studies. By email. At a temp job that is boring and using about .0005 percent of my brain. Needless to say, this weekend has been a difficult one as I’ve gone through various waves [...]
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Today is grey and rainy. I’m up early and listening to Pandora.com’s David Sylvian radio station (thanks to John for the recommendation of Sylvian’s work) and wondering where I should start this next entry regarding my romance with academia and grad schools. Throughout the week, I’ve started and discarded a number of [...]
This weekend: A room full of academics who study and love a marginalized art form. The ivory tower that I have often railed against and that I have fled, not once but three times.1 This weekend: the American Drama Conference at St. Francis College in Brooklyn, NY and I feel like I’m home. Even though [...]
Ok, so maybe Academia isn’t quite like La Cosa Nostra, and maybe I’m not quite like Al Pacino as he exclaims “Every time I try to get out, they keep pulling me back in”—in large part because I kinda volunteered for this—but despite the whole leaving academia behind trip that I’m on, I just received [...]
