As Mr. Cheney just testified: I’m back.
I got a few things sorted out over the last couple of days. I cleared the books at work. I’ve only got nine days left! But who is counting? Leaving corporate life will be like taking a strong laxative after a particularly severe bout of constipation (actually, I’ve never suffered from constipation, but I imagine it must bite badly). On the topic of corporate tedium, Chris Cornell conjured up a fantastic metaphor with his song Pretty Noose; a pretty noose, if you haven’t already guessed it, is the corporate man’s useless adornment: the tie:
Pretty noose is pretty pain
And I don’t like what you’ve got me hanging from
I attended university orientation and discovered there are quite a few people I know studying at Latrobe. This isn’t necessarily a good thing – I’d kind of like the opportunity to study without the usual distractions. But I’m happy with the campus itself. It is surrounded by bush land, lakes and lots of good places for walking and pondering. There is a free wireless internet signal throughout the university grounds and damned if I can’t pick up wireless on this laptop. The only drawback is that getting there is going to be a massive pilgrimage - it’s a long train ride followed by a tram ride; all told it’ll be four hours in transit a day. I guess that should afford me quality time to study.
In the midst of the transition from corporate whore to academic bore I did manage some time for pleasure. I went to the Mars Volta concert and without going into too much detail (I intend to elaborate in a later post) it was THE BEST FUCKING CONCERT I’VE EVER HAD THE FORTUNE TO BEHOLD.
I really did enjoy that concert.