What’s the deal with the lack of rants? Don’t I have anything to rail against? Well, probably, but that’s sort of besides the point. It’s really a question of being inordinately busy right now. There’s this silly thing coming up for me called “Comprehensive Exams.” And before I can even start studying for them, I need to write a proposal to my Area telling them what I want to study. And every time I sit down to write something, I get writer’s block. I feel like I’m mentally challenged or something. “Duh, I wanna talk ’bout the Buddha.”
Never mind that they’re due in two weeks.
Maybe I’ll take my pal Ali’s advice and talk to someone about it. Or, in this case, to the whole world about it. Here’s what I wanna do. I need to take three exams, one closed book. The first exam seeks to use an Orientalist critique to examine the history of the Buddhist Churches of America and its general absence and neglect by white scholars. The second seeks to review the scholarly literature within anthropology on the formation of social and ethnic identity through ritual. And the third seeks to be a case study of the singing of hymns and gathas within Buddhist Churches Sunday services, their history, and how they’re understood by community members.
That make sense?
Alright. So apart from that, I got my part-time job. And I keep saying “yes” to helping people. Don’t get me wrong. I love helping my friends with whatever they need help with, to the best of my ability. But I guess I’m sort of freaking out. I guess I’m feeling like there aren’t enough hours in the day.
How then, you might ask, do you have time to make updates to your site? Well, I’m skirting wok right now. Even though I’m supposed to be doing something else while in the office, I’m doing this. (Hope my boss isn’t reading.)
Then there’s all the personal crap. All the lonely wanting and stuff. Which is a whole other story I don’t have the energy to get into right now.
So I guess I’m gonna leave it at that. I’ve got a lot on my plate this week. And it looks like I’ll have a lot on my plate for the next couple of weeks and there really ain’t nothin’ to be done about it.
Except to take a deep breath and know that I’ll get it done. One way or another. I’ll get it done.