Dec 16 2008
Radio announcer voice
Good afternoon, friends. Have you been thinking about life as an Art History graduate student today? Thinking about the ins and outs of processing all permutations of visual culture? About writing and its publics? About the incommensurability of art and discourse? Good for you. Today my life consists of something else: namely, the beginning stages of the termination of my marriage. Hence the over-use of “of” clauses. This is the end. This end was confirmed in therapy this very morning. Doesn’t this add another layer of my intrigue to my already unutterably complex, fascinating life? I wonder what the statistics are for graduate students ending their marriages as they begin stellar careers in academia. The tenure of most people’s mental health is inversely proportionate to the amount of time spent in the academy and I attribute part of the death of my marriage to this fact. There were other problems too. Marriage death will probably come up again in this blog, but for now I am ditching the afternoon’s work to sublimate these problems through obsessive cleaning.
