Demosthenes (but male!)

About every other week I realize I know about 1% of everything I want to know, and I’ve been to about 1% of all the places I’d like to go.

On occasions such as these, I ponder dropping everything I’m doing and becoming a wandering historian. Except, I probably don’t have anything to say but what’s been said. It is, I’m gathering, something of a pipedream – a very attractive pipe dream. My other dream of owning a used bookstore/cafe/hangout in canada is midly more realistic.

Mildly. This is not to say that I’m not enjoying what I’m doing (when you take away the stress, and not inconsiderable amounts of sleeplessness) – I am. If I were to be doing one of those other things, I’d certainly bemoan the fact that I wouldn’t have any time to catch up on the things going on in the field.

That leaves me at something of an impasse, I’d say.

1 comment

  1. It’s a pretty normal impasse, if it makes you feel any better. And you can always turn your sights to owning a cafe when you retire from academia. 🙂

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