Welcome back.
It's been a long time. If anyone actually reads this post before the next one is up, I will owe them a handshake. That one person will have me on an RSS feed for sure...or else, s/he is totally obsessed and has checked in on a daily basis since the last post was made five months ago. Either way, to that techno-savvy and/or dangerously obsessed reader: hello again.
Back in November, I began preparing my applications to doctoral programs in earnest. That, and the new job, ate up gigantic swaths of time. By the time the app process was over in January, I had forgotten that I had a blog. Until Aaron told me I should post again. Thanks, Aaron. You're sweet.
I'll save you the long story and tell you that I've been accepted to one graduate program so far, but haven't received word about funding yet. Still waiting to hear from two other schools, not sure where I'll end up. It's a huge decision with truckloads of personal issues hauled around behind it...so I won't even get into it. I'll let you know where I decide to go when I decide to go there.
For those who are interested, I am going to work toward a Ph.D. in American Studies. I'm interested in the American work ethic, why the American Dream persists despite failing so many, the effect of the Dream on public policy and the working poor. In a nutshell, that's the next 5-7 years of my life. And I am completely thrilled.
Moving on: I tried to rescue a stray dog today. He was a smallish black and white scruffy mutt in an alley near my place - I pulled over in my car when I saw him standing in the middle of the road casually watching a minivan roll past. I thought perhaps he was newly stray - he was too bold. So I parked the car, got out and followed him up an alley. He came bounding toward me, making like he wanted to play, then turned and kept right on bounding away from me further up the alley. I squatted down and made that kissing sound people make at animals (why do we think that's going to work?), and of course he kept on up the alley, sniffing at dumpsters, eating chicken bones.
He came back my way a few times, and he stopped once to sniff my hand. He seemed happy enough. Dirty, but not too skinny. He had an old rabies tag on a very faded old collar, so he belonged to someone once. But I think today, in the sunshine in the alley with unfenced yards on either side, he was pleased to be free. So I wished him well. Good night, sweet dog.
Back in November, I began preparing my applications to doctoral programs in earnest. That, and the new job, ate up gigantic swaths of time. By the time the app process was over in January, I had forgotten that I had a blog. Until Aaron told me I should post again. Thanks, Aaron. You're sweet.
I'll save you the long story and tell you that I've been accepted to one graduate program so far, but haven't received word about funding yet. Still waiting to hear from two other schools, not sure where I'll end up. It's a huge decision with truckloads of personal issues hauled around behind it...so I won't even get into it. I'll let you know where I decide to go when I decide to go there.
For those who are interested, I am going to work toward a Ph.D. in American Studies. I'm interested in the American work ethic, why the American Dream persists despite failing so many, the effect of the Dream on public policy and the working poor. In a nutshell, that's the next 5-7 years of my life. And I am completely thrilled.
Moving on: I tried to rescue a stray dog today. He was a smallish black and white scruffy mutt in an alley near my place - I pulled over in my car when I saw him standing in the middle of the road casually watching a minivan roll past. I thought perhaps he was newly stray - he was too bold. So I parked the car, got out and followed him up an alley. He came bounding toward me, making like he wanted to play, then turned and kept right on bounding away from me further up the alley. I squatted down and made that kissing sound people make at animals (why do we think that's going to work?), and of course he kept on up the alley, sniffing at dumpsters, eating chicken bones.
He came back my way a few times, and he stopped once to sniff my hand. He seemed happy enough. Dirty, but not too skinny. He had an old rabies tag on a very faded old collar, so he belonged to someone once. But I think today, in the sunshine in the alley with unfenced yards on either side, he was pleased to be free. So I wished him well. Good night, sweet dog.
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