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I am probably more excited by this than is rightfully proper:

DRAGON FORCE!

Of course, I'm too poor to buy Guitar Hero III. One of the things about grad school is that you feel like a big man when you find out that you're getting lots of funding. Then when it's time to GET that funding, and you need it for things like - say - food or rent or Guitar Hero III, your wang deflates. They give it to you parceled up in little chunks, starting well after the need for that money becomes desperate. They give it to you grudgingly. A many-ringed hand reaches out through a maze of red tape and paperwork and you snatch eagerly at the fistful of dollars it holds. But no! The hand pulls back into the morass, taunting you. Not yet, not yet. Wait it out little donkey.

A PhD guy in my program is planning on begging for change every morning, right outside the Graduate Studies office on Bay Street, until we get our cash. Employing shame, he will prostrate himself before the economic supermen (and superwomen) of this city. He will show them once and for all that academics are poor as fuck and that we, too, need handouts to fuel our brains.

Oftentimes I wonder why society would think it good and proper to fork out cash to thinkers, thinkers who most often don't contribute anything tangible back. Sure, we advance canonical thought here and there, and perhaps some psychology studies leak out into advertising and P.R., but for the most part academia is a sexy little bubble. We're really very lucky to get paid to do this. It's just hard to feel lucky when you're eating 79 cent cans of spaghetti.

Posted by Chris at 02:59 PM >> Commentations (3)