So little to do, so much time … strike that, reverse it. (I didn’t hate the Tim Burton remake as much as some people, but Gene Wilder will always be Willy Wonka. Even when I re-read the book. Which I should do sometime soon.)
Just in case you’ve been expecting it, I do have some photographic architecture for you -
The important part of this post, though, is more thinking about the University of Free Expression. (Actually, while I love the acronym, I wonder if I could call it something else. The University of Free Experience? The Universe of Free Enlightenment? The Utopian Freeway Experiment? No, wait, that doesn’t work at all.) (Also, it’s not a utopian concept at all. At least according to my vague and distant concept of what Utopian means. Feel free to correct me.) (I may like parenthesis too much.) I have this vague idea, an old mission statement, and the sudden burning desire to move on in my life and work.
Well, ok, that last one isn’t so much sudden as increasingly necessary.
Keep to the significant parts: I have a vague over-arching plan, some lovely idealism to crush, and … nobody to help. (This is where being less than social becomes a problem; I don’t talk to people enough, so when I need to have a social network … I kind of look around, shrug, and go back to whatever I was doing before I deluded myself into thinking that I had enough connections to make a collaborative project successful.)
I do keep starting these on the weekend, when I think I have plenty of time to finish and post before the dreaded light of Monday morning … and here it is, Tuesday already, and I’m not sure where I was going with this anyway. Except, apparently, Thursday…
Of course: I was getting at the problems of a call for participants. Whatever this is, it’s still so vague that I’m not sure I could legitimately ask people to join in – unless they already know what I’m getting at. I have an alarmingly diffuse social network (my own fault; I’m terrible at mingling at parties), and there just aren’t many people I know well who are in a position to even work on this.
Face the facts: I have to start. So I’m going to try (key word, that) to come up with a plan for what I’d do if I was pursuing my semi-scholarly interests. And … well, it’s a start, right?
Maybe having a plan will keep me from getting completely derailed every time life throws me a fastball. (Some pop-ups might be ok. I was all right with those. I dunno about curves.)
Tags: UFE
Holy Blue Sky Batman.
Plans are good – knowing where to start is important after all. And starting from “must make a plan” is way the hell easier than starting from “must make a successful un-university”