Nov
30
I wish we could go back to the days of the working-class intellectual. When you could work in a factory or the shipyards and still be a writer or scholar. I guess it’s still possible to do that (though the lack of actual factories or shipyards in the US is kind of a problem), but it seems like everything now is internship this, two years experience that, go to grad school after some-odd years, when I just wanna say ‘efff that’ to the whole damn process. Maybe it’s just me being ambivalent or unsure about my personal goals, but right now I’m just not that comfortable with the whole proscribed, singular course of career and life. Or maybe I’m just afraid to start something and see what happens.
