I have finished Part 1 of Swann’s Way and can’t wait to switch gears and get on with the story. I’m hooked. Wow, I’m enthusiastic. I can’t help it, really. I’ll settle down once school starts and the grind starts back up. Of course, I’m only taking one real comp lit course and a light one at that. I’m also going to be bowling for my p. e. credit and maybe joining the library bowling team. I’m going to be splitting my time between the front desk of the media department and the back room with Mary, doing some yet to be known cataloging stuff: which I am told will cure me of my desire to be a cataloger. I will be full time at the library, but half of that time will be doing what I am doing right now. Sitting here, occasionally being able to help ornery professors and disoriented people coming in from the cold. Not that I am complaining. I have the best job on campus. I sit here. I have internet, cable television, DVD’s, VHS’s, etc. and very little work to do. This is where the magic happens and all the reading gets done. This job is coveted on campus and I will hate to leave this summer when I go to school. Speaking of school, I am anxious to hear back from schools very soon. I am anxious to find a place to live in an awesome city and to start a grad program that will challenge me and eventually find me a niche in some library somewhere. Very soon after that I will have a dog, a high paying, stimulating and stable job and everything will be complete, right?
On a different note, this is what I am reading on the side. A collection of essays, speeches, a story, etc. from Orhan Pamuk. It is really interesting and breaks up my day nicely. I read an interview on-line where the interviewer is being real snobby and using big words and Pamuk keeps interrupting and asking the interviewer to explain the question more clearly. It reminded me of some of my lovely professors who can see right through this scholarly charade. Anyway, I feel as though since Pamuk is here with us, we should be simultaneously picking his brain, leaving him alone to write, sitting in his classroom taking notes, and universally reading his novels and discussing them. What would I ask him if I met him one day?
