I forgot the year earlier today. How
tacky would it be to write “that is so me”? For the sake of remaining original,
I digress. Life is a strange kind of topsy-turvy. I just realized that I’m
really silly, but I get so serious. Or maybe I’m just serious and I sometimes
get silly. Hmmm.
Grad school research has taken me
on an interesting path the past few days. It originated as a search for
schools/profs, but resulted in my current murky mire: scouting out a new topic.
Khayyam apparently wasn’t cutting the scholarly cheese. It’s overdone and
boring. I have a Princeton prof. sending me untouched material in the canons of
Persian literature. How cheesy to shop buy in reality I did jump to the Rubaiyaat
without considering any other works. My reasoning was that I’d read so much of
the works in Hagigi’s class that I’d “been there, done that” (how horrible).
But, I was really just being an asshole. An assuming (assumptive?) asshole.
I didn’t research my research field. I took the first idea that was offered. Usually
it is a wonderful and instinctive quality that draws one to that sort of thing,
but it was just laziness and ignorance. I took, at first what I was given and
Romanticized it. Hopefully, Princeton will tickle my fancy, even though he’s
bald and lives in Jersey.