I guess I never expected to have to know anything practical, and I've realized that over the last decade, I've only trained myself to be a snob of the worst sort. It's like I envisioned my future as an endless cocktail party (incidentally, the sort of party I'm not invited to now), in which i'd quietly make devasting observations on life and culture and have a european lover named Sven and live in a minimalist apartment with scandanavian furniture and glass mobiles and black and white photographs of attractive people with smeared makeup smoking on toliets reflected in puddles.Just wait 'till you publish your novel, D.
Tuesday, January 09, 2007
All tomorrow's parties
Uberfrau reflects on her time in graduate school: