Marc
Matt Fats called me tonight. Or, rather, his butt called me. I picked up my phone, wondering why Matt would call me at 11pm on a Wednesday night, and the only sounds I heard were what sounded like muffled voices coming from a television set that sounded far, far away. I did the obligatory "hello" thing about ten times, thinking to myself Is this a joke? What do I do? I can't just hang up on the guy, can I?. Yes, I can. And I did.
I immediately called Matt back.
"Hello?" he asked, probably going through the same thoughts as I had just a moment before. Why the hell is Marc calling me at 11:01pm on a Wednesday night?
"Matt? Did you just call me?"
"... Uh, you know what? I was sitting on my phone and it must've accidentally dialed your number."
"Oh." It's one of those conversations then - that conversation that has no start, no meaning, no point of reference. "Sooo," I began, "how're you doing?"
Matt chuckles. "Oh fuck, dude. Now I've got to find a way to get out of this conversation without sounding like a dick!"
True. "Oh, fuck off. I'm hanging up."
Matt beat me to the punch.
***
All of this reading and writing and working with people on their writing has made me want to dive back into writing on my own again. I'll have to admit, it's been a long time since I have forced myself to sit down and go to work. I get too caught up in making sure I'm prepared for my lessons to do anything else, really. I even started to read on my own again last night. That's one trait I've always admired about Zach. He always seems like he's been able to find time to read on his own while he's taking classes or teaching or whatever. Not me. Reading ends up being a summer or break experience. I read like a maniac when I have the time, and technically I read like a fiend while I'm in school or teaching or whatev, but I desperately miss that feeling of being able to read whatever I want whenever I want.
The library has grown exponentially over the course of the last year and a half or so. I'm beginning to formulate a plan to tackle all the reading that I might need to do to potentially stay ahead in graduate school when I get to that point. Jesus. Look at that last sentence - "might", "potentially", "when" - talk about being fucking non-commital. I'm going. That's not up for debate. At the very least I'll be getting my master's in American history of some sort. I'm thinking 20th century American history, and as such have decided that I should collect all of the major works on the various time periods in the past century, starting a bit before 1900 - the Gilded Age and the Progressive Era, perhaps. I'll read about four or five of the works from each historical period until I'm up to the current works in the historiography, and then I'll go back and do the secondary sources. If I do it this way, then I'll know everything I could possibly need to know about everything American history-related, and not feel behind when I begin taking classes again, or when I go back to get my PhD.
That's right. PhD. I've got plans, you know.
First project, though, is getting a job. I have limited burger-flipping abilities, but I am a quick learner. Any takers?
Rick, don't say "no" this time. You know you want me.
Matt Fats called me tonight. Or, rather, his butt called me. I picked up my phone, wondering why Matt would call me at 11pm on a Wednesday night, and the only sounds I heard were what sounded like muffled voices coming from a television set that sounded far, far away. I did the obligatory "hello" thing about ten times, thinking to myself Is this a joke? What do I do? I can't just hang up on the guy, can I?. Yes, I can. And I did.
I immediately called Matt back.
"Hello?" he asked, probably going through the same thoughts as I had just a moment before. Why the hell is Marc calling me at 11:01pm on a Wednesday night?
"Matt? Did you just call me?"
"... Uh, you know what? I was sitting on my phone and it must've accidentally dialed your number."
"Oh." It's one of those conversations then - that conversation that has no start, no meaning, no point of reference. "Sooo," I began, "how're you doing?"
Matt chuckles. "Oh fuck, dude. Now I've got to find a way to get out of this conversation without sounding like a dick!"
True. "Oh, fuck off. I'm hanging up."
Matt beat me to the punch.
All of this reading and writing and working with people on their writing has made me want to dive back into writing on my own again. I'll have to admit, it's been a long time since I have forced myself to sit down and go to work. I get too caught up in making sure I'm prepared for my lessons to do anything else, really. I even started to read on my own again last night. That's one trait I've always admired about Zach. He always seems like he's been able to find time to read on his own while he's taking classes or teaching or whatever. Not me. Reading ends up being a summer or break experience. I read like a maniac when I have the time, and technically I read like a fiend while I'm in school or teaching or whatev, but I desperately miss that feeling of being able to read whatever I want whenever I want.
The library has grown exponentially over the course of the last year and a half or so. I'm beginning to formulate a plan to tackle all the reading that I might need to do to potentially stay ahead in graduate school when I get to that point. Jesus. Look at that last sentence - "might", "potentially", "when" - talk about being fucking non-commital. I'm going. That's not up for debate. At the very least I'll be getting my master's in American history of some sort. I'm thinking 20th century American history, and as such have decided that I should collect all of the major works on the various time periods in the past century, starting a bit before 1900 - the Gilded Age and the Progressive Era, perhaps. I'll read about four or five of the works from each historical period until I'm up to the current works in the historiography, and then I'll go back and do the secondary sources. If I do it this way, then I'll know everything I could possibly need to know about everything American history-related, and not feel behind when I begin taking classes again, or when I go back to get my PhD.
That's right. PhD. I've got plans, you know.
First project, though, is getting a job. I have limited burger-flipping abilities, but I am a quick learner. Any takers?
Rick, don't say "no" this time. You know you want me.
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