Wonderland or Not

I had the day off and spent the mor­ning run­ning on the canal. I’m hea­ding out for a late after­noon at the movies with a good friend. Don’t ask what movie, it’s almost emba­rras­sing to say, but I have made it a point to take in a movie and din­ner once a month with a cer­tain friend, and I’m stic­king to it.

An easy if emba­rras­sing blast from the past. This post is a part of 20SB’s Loo­king Back Blog Car­ni­val, and Ben & Jerry’s is awar­ding free ice cream to lucky blog­gers and rea­ders!” You can read the expla­na­tion at the 20 something blog because I’m too lazy to post it.

I had to choose a post from my first 2 months in blog-land. A post that sho­wed my men­ta­lity and out­look in the early sta­ges of my blog. Admit­tedly the first cou­ple months were rather slim, if not down­right bad. Of course there was the post where I pre­dic­ted correctly it will take another ten years to sort out the seman­tics and do something about Dar­fur. Con­si­de­ring my age not a bad pre­dic­tion. But in the and the best plaid plans wins, so it is re pos­ted here as requi­red for the carnival.

The Best Laid Plans, ori­gi­nally published in Decem­ber of 2004. My pseu­donym name was Alice then. Christ­mas break was late that year. I was in Bobst, the great beast known for des­tro­ying stu­dents spi­rits and hur­ling them to their death. I was doing the thing that not many under­grads were doing at that time, blogging.

It can be daun­ting in this city at times. The library is my haven of. It makes the city seem less vicious, des­pite the fact it is in itself a huge caver­nous abyss of sorts. Kno­wing that peo­ple tend to jump from the top of this buil­ding, and live in it when they can’t afford cam­pus hou­sing, doesn’t bother me, though it enters my mind now and again when I’m here for hours. I won­der where the library (Bobst Boy) boy is now?

I am laying the plans for my future. If there is something else I should be doing in here, on the eve of my first mid term, someone please let me know.

Much thought has gone into this plan. It starts with get­ting degrees in pho­to­graphy from Tisch and anth­ro­po­logy from CAS, both, something I can only do because I was accep­ted at Tisch first. I couldn’t do this it seems if I had been ori­gi­nally an anth­ro­po­logy major. Weird isn’t it. This must be com­pe­ted in a timely fashion. Timely mea­ning four years. This ends in the sum­mer of 2007 and at that time I would head or for a PhD in Anth­ro­po­logy. This should hap­pen in a rapid sequence, with no time off for good behavior.

Next: On to the next life as a wri­ter, researcher and pro­fes­sor of Anth­ro­po­logy, taking pho­tos for fun and pro­fit and for my own Anth­ro­po­lo­gi­cal publi­ca­tion. The chil­dren will have to come next. I have deci­ded to have two or three and I would like them prior to the age of thirty and if it can be arran­ged. I would like to start at age 23 to 26. This seems like a rather tight time line, even con­si­de­ring my bri­lliance, but wai­ting to get my doc­to­rate will not be pos­si­ble due to the fact (rumor), that having chil­dren cau­ses a sig­ni­fi­cant loss of brain cells. I don’t want to risk it. Sel­fish you say?

I’m not asking.
It’s my plan.

The trend of wai­ting to have chil­dren until one has a career in full bloom is rever­sing you see, mainly due to the fact that peo­ple live lon­ger and now have plenty of time to enjoy even a cou­ple of careers after the age of forty. I mean face it by the time I am seventy most seventy year olds will still be wor­king. That’s a fact.

So, where was I?

Ok, the degrees, the kids. Of course because I am not going to be fabu­lously famous by that time I will have to be married to have the chil­dren. That is just the way it is. Unless you are The Donald, the Oprah, or Gol­die Hawn you just can’t get away with it even if you hold cre­dence to some of the rub­bish in the Seat of the Soul. Good book for what it was, but the ave­rage per­son is not there yet, and the kids would suf­fer for it. Kids always go through enough of their own pain and misery whether real or ima­gi­ned, no need to sup­ple­ment it. The marriage thing might be an issue, as I don’t have a whole lot of inte­rest in marriage, or even mono­gamy at this time. As for what the father of the chil­dren might be like, that will come and is not even addres­sa­ble at this time.

That is as far as I get at this time. I wan­der back to what’s real for me now.

Work in progress.

The Best Laid Plans.

Alice

adden­dum:
I am going through this blog in May of 2006 to cate­go­rize after switching to my own host from blog­ger. I only have to say.….….….…. Did I write that?

peace