Not a Valentine's Day Post

I love you all. Really, I do. I just don't want to work myself into a froth this year - 'cuz last year I did that and it ended up completely sucking. For adorable V-Day sentiment, click the big banner up top and go to the comic. The Trinities will KILL you with the cuteness and the flowers and the hearts...

In other news;

My stats professor was very cool about the work I missed, so I am still in good shape for a 4.0 this semester. My application for a graduate assistantship is in to the grad school, and a 4.0 would improve my chances for a Fall appointment.

That would mean that in the Fall, I could finally begin the task I have worked toward these many years: warping young minds to fit my liberal agenda... I mean, teaching undergrads. Unlike most grad students, I'm excited about it, as it's what I really want to do when I grow up (ahem).

I know this must frighten some of my readers. The idea of His Sinfulness presenting the work of Weber, Durkheim, and, worst of all, Marx, must be terrifying to some, but I think I'm the perfect representative of mainstream higher learning. At least I'm completely obvious about my stances - religiously, politically, ethically, and in any other realms of thought that you can end with an ly. Without trying, I have become a texbook example of the classic liberal arts academic - left-leaning, pacifist, secularist, humanist, vegetarian/vegan, queer-friendly, and staunchly in favor of freedom of speech, choice, and religion.

It was once not so. I once toted a gun and enforced laws that ranged from silly to anal retentive to downright discriminatory. I followed orders (usually), did as I was told (for the most part), and shined my jackboots every night. How different things are now, some 15 years after I left the State Patrol. It feels like another life, or a story about another person.

In comparison, this life is all too real to me. It's so vivid that the edges of it can cut you; I'm handling each day like a shard of glass. Fragile, razor sharp, refracting and reflecting every bit of light. I am exhausted, but I'm forced out of bed every morning just to see what happens.

I suppose grad school suits me.

6 comments:

miss kt said...

it sounds like grad school suites you much - i am very happy that you have found something that makes you sounds this happy :)

my valentines day sucks a lot this year - although a card from flynn did cheer me up a bit.

happy valentines day :)

Mayren said...

HAPPY VALENTINE'S DAY Linus! *smooches*

La Petite Fleur said...

yay for warping young minds - hopefully i will be as well, only with marx, freud, and derrida - if i had to suffer so will they...

=)

i love me some academia...

Lil' Tattooed Girl said...

Ok so I am a little confused you said last years Comercial Chocolate, dead tree giving, nookie day was a evil disaster and to refer to last years blog, but all I saw was you making chocolate which rocks dont get me wrong... WHAT HAPPENED THAT IT WAS SO TERRIBLE!!!

His Sinfulness said...

I made the mistake of putting a lot of effort into Valentine's Day, and got my feelings hurt by the lack of effort put into it by those around me. It was my own fault - I had expectations that were unrealistic and stupidly romantic. This year, I limited my Valentine efforts to slinging my credit card around... and it was a much better holidy for everyone concerned.

WNG said...

I'm jealous, jealous, jealous of your prose and what inspires it. I want days like that, exhausting and exhilarating. Right now I'm exhausted just by sitting up in this chair and trying to type, so maybe I'll wait until this flu has passed...
On the V Day front - look out for a post about how actually getting flowers and chocolate f**ked up my day.
Yeah...
I'm a puzzle...
LOVE YOU! Glad the blog is back!!!

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