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Once upon a time I wanted to be a classics major so I could spend my life being an academic eccentric and wearing my fabulous little oxblood wingtips (oh how i miss those shoes). This desire may have very well led to the very expensive and slightly bizarre (as my current clothing is in a specific historical period sort of way) suit I wore to my Northwestern interview that got me rejected in a heartbeat. Not normal, this girl.

At any rate, it's one of those neither here nor there things from my past. I got to be an adjunct in journalism for a semester at Queens College when I was way too young to do it, and it was close enough and I've done it, and whatever.

But suddenly I'm surrounded by academics, professionally, personally, and I suppose you could even say recreationally, considering recent reading tastes.

And it's really quite comical. And I feel profoundly, smirkingly, delightfully out of place with it. But knowledgeable enough about it all to get why I'm amused.

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http://www.cbc.ca/arts/film/fivedaysinbangkok.html

A Canadian filmmaker goes to the Bangkok Film Festival three weeks after the tsunami. This piece about it is funny, sad and nonsenical, in the way that I suppose being in strange places during strange times always is. Fantastic read.