Hello there, blog. I'm still here. I am painfully busy at my job, and I haven't updated you in a month, but I'm not quitting Iron Blogger. Even when I don't update here, I always think about trying to do so, and I like how it organizes my thoughts, even if I don't write them down. I wonder how many bloggers would have people "Great People of Letters" in a previous generation, and if being a great blogger will ever have the same connotations, or if we'll move past blogging to something else before it can become that respectable.
I've been working for just about two months now, and the one thing I am sure of is that I don't know what I want. How long is it going to take me to be able to make decisions without MIT coloring everything I think? Will that ever happen? I suppose I just want it to happen less so. I feel like I'm rebounding after the end of a long and troubled relationship. I've been swearing for months that I will never go to graduate school, except maaaaaybe a master's, but now I'm officially moving my answer to "I have no idea." A Ph.D is probably unlikely if only because I'm so old, but never say never, I suppose. I don't know if I even want a career! I knew what I wanted for a whole decade, and that was to graduate MIT. Now I have no idea. It's not really scary, just irritating. Oh well.
