Deconstructing Deconstruction

Link Dump (ok, only two, but still):

• Just got this from a friend. I present to you "How To Deconstruct Anything"
• The best flash game if you have a Wacom tablet. Also known as the most frustrating flash game if you don't have a Wacom tablet.
  

Also, the History Channel is showing Planet of the Apes.

The History Channel.

To Your Left, In His Natural Habitat, An Overread...

Spring is arriving and with it the campus tours. I really enjoy watching these pass by when I can. I especially love watching the students. Some are trying to be oh, so over it all and oozing with disdain simply because they must be seen with the rents, but some you can actually see are really excited about maybe coming here. They're pointing out cool campus parts and even listening to the tour guides.

Ah the tour guides. It's like the Disneyland Safari tour without the funny.

Master of the backward walk:

"Here is the X Library, it's one of the real libraries here on campus. It's also known as the grad library because it's where all the grad students go. It's actually quiet in there for when you need to really study."

(overheard by me giggling about how I just got a book from a 'real' library.)

Behind Door #1?

So there are two classes.

Neither are directly related to what I'm all about here. One class is in a hot related field that might look really nice on a resume. If I could teach a class about it, it might be a nice selling point when I go job hunting, see?

The other class is a more hard-core old-school class that might not look nearly as sexy to a hiring committee.

I've sat in once on each class, and although I would like to take both, I know I can't take both because of the work load and other things I'm doing now. (Aside: why do all the classes come up at the exact same time?) It's not that I don't like Class #1 - I do, but I really like Class #2 much better. It's delving into some of the stuff that originally got me excited about my field in the first place at a level I've never really been able to work on. Well, actually, I've pretty much decided that I'm going to attend it simply based on me liking the class (and the prof and the others in the class).

Now, I know in my brain that I should be ok with that. In fact I could celebrate the idea that I'm looking for my own happiness within my options and not slaving myself to what I think others might want of me.

But.

I do have a little bit of nagging nagging at the back of my head. It's telling me that there are no jobs out there and if I don't want to be waiting tables at Denny's, I'd better get the academic boob job by taking all the hot classes so I can tell schools that I can teach all the cool classes.

I just don't think I want to be sexy like that.