As some of you may know, we grad students party like wild people. We’re pretty much out of control. The phrase “nerd alert”? That’s code for, “Look out, this party is about to get real!” Case in point: my adventures this Friday night. After folding laundry and making a giant pot of tomato spelt soup I lay on my living room rug, reading and re-reading Keats (“My heart aches, and a drowsy numbness pains/ My sense…”) and listening with rapt attention to Seamus Heaney’s Nobel lecture. There’s nothing more raucous than a rich Irish brogue and poetry laden with dryads and affect.
Okay, okay, I know. I’m about as exciting as a dial tone. ”Drowsy numbness” is right, Keats! But I compensate for my lack of bar dancing or beer guzzling by wearing a hodgepodge of neutrals with solar-system looking arts and craft project necklaces. That counts for something, right? If not, I’m screwed, because it’s Saturday night I’m already eyeing a volume of Rilke poems and a pile of pillows like there’s no tomorrow.