...you just feel stupid. Box-of-rocks dumb.
No stories to tell, just a general sense of duh.
The absence of stories is actually symptomatic of the day's intellectual nadir. Didn't really do anything poorly. Missed opportunities to apply the frontal lobe to the situation, though. Went to a good talk, talked to the presenter a bit afterwards. All of my conversational questions all day sought the most simple information: "How many students are in that program?" "Where are you from?" "Are there really just fifty states?" "Do you like purple?" I feel too young to have my brain check out on me for twelve hours like that. Had all these smart insights while reading on the train this morning, then, poof... I got nothin' between the ears. The fun, of course, is in the anxiety that accompanies stupid days. You know, that growing panic: "What the hell am I doing in grad school, trying to finish a dissertation? How did I ever finish high school? How did I find the bus stop this morning?"
Yeah, I gotta go watch some teevee or something.
Posted by dave at March 1, 2005 7:17 PM | TrackBackBox O' Rocks Dumb?
I feel you Dawg. That was me yesterday
Dave, you exercise those brains quite often enough, thank you, to take a day off, and still be way ahead of the game (and there aren't fifty states . . . haven't heard? Since Eminem's protege has burst onto the scene, it's fiddy states).
Posted by: Ryan at March 2, 2005 7:33 PM | Permalink to CommentMeliscious, I'm just glad we all don't synchronize our stupid days, yo. Can you imagine? It's good that we generally take turns.
Professor Ryan, you're too kind. Though I worry that you're implying I'm a wanksta for missing out on Mr. Cents' spelling guide. For the record, that guy annoys the .... out of me.
Posted by: dave at March 3, 2005 12:04 AM | Permalink to Comment