I’ve recently forced Husband to join me in three distinct “cultural outings.”
1. Art performance at which the two visiting artists were going to employ “transmedia” objects to make music. I fell asleep (it had been a long day, okay?) and we left before it was over, along with 1/3 of the audience. It was that bad. And that dark, meaning that people felt less guilty about sneaking out the back.
2. A lecture/conversation about video games and their place in “the academy.” This had great potential, but I was/am really tired and couldn’t muster the enthusiasm to carry us both through. I bribed my students to go with extra credit and then watched their eyes glaze over.
3. The annual faculty “dance concert.” I paid for these tickets. Real dollars. Real dollars that could have bought me a milkshake and fries from the boutique diner I’ve been obsessing over lately. To be fair, I really enjoyed one of the eight performances. I nearly fell asleep at this too.
Too late, I realized that 2 of these 3 events occurred on THURSDAY NIGHTS. This term I have both of my seminars on Thursdays. This means that I am in class from 9-12 and then again from 2-5. For those of you with the luck of avoiding graduate school experiences in the humanities, you’ll have to take my word for it when I say that yes, sitting in a chair for nearly eight hours straight and thinking really hard is quite draining. Not as draining as teaching, but still.
Too late, I have also come to realize that I’ve pretty much lost all taste for what could be referred to as “high culture.” The discussion where I rant for a long time about how I believe the delineations between high and low culture are completely arbitrary and often misleading will keep for another day. The fact remains that I fell asleep at an art performance, people! But, somehow, manage to stay awake through every episode of Make It or Break It.
Think about that.