Master

madhavi's all freaky-deaky because school is making her so. yea! graduate school is full of love and bunnies and fluffy fluffy clouds hiding a swarm of evil ninja monkeys with eye-poking sticks!

i have strong opinions about the sadism inherent in graduate school. i have yet to have them seriously challenged. i was all telling madhavi last night that she shouldn't be concerned that she's feeling overwhelmed because that's the whole point of graduate school. i think that would be a good graduate school motto:

that's why they call it a masters degree, right? 'cause you have to master it. as opposed to me. i'm just a bachelor. a bachelor of art. me and art, we hang. it's cool. but i can see other disciplines and art can dally with whomever she wants. not so for madhavi. she will master the science. it will do her powerful bidding. but first she must TRAIN it, with the lash and the chair and the delicious science-treats.

that is hard work. training the science.

or, more accurately, it involves more time than actually exists in this dimension.

perhaps i should take madhavi to go see the fabulous Borg musical which is presented in 4-D! she could learn some new tricks, mebbe.

so, yeah. there are all these things to be done but she can't possible do them all. so what's going to lose out? that's right! the fun! bye bye fun! this is a clever design for an educational program, right, making it so that once you master the field you resent it so heartily you're happy to join the bush admisitration and fuck it solidly up the kiester with a quart bottle full of i-don't-care. take that you bastard science! you thought you had me on the ropes, but i showed you! now i'm gonna sell you out to halliburton! sucker! kneel before your master!

in this case, madhavi's probably going to forgo the weekend of pseduo-hippie camping/dancing up by willits. but since i've already bought my ticket so we could go together i'm probably going anyway. i'm not sure how wise that is. maybe i'll have a good time with my friendly-friends up there who i haven't really seen in a year. or maybe i'll sit up on the hill and read my book and snarl at children. either way, i guess. if she stays home she'll need to chop up old frozen fish and make their gonads explode. explonads! sounds like fun, sure, but i bet she'd get more done if i was somewhere else.

madhavi has also told me twice in the past twelve hours that i'd make a good rabbi.

this is not true. because in order to be a good rabbi i'd have to go to graduate school. and i am smart. i see those ninja monkeys hiding in them clouds. if i go to grad school first i'm buying me some safety goggles.