Last night I had a weird sexy dream about my undergraduate advisor, on whom I had a very intense crush my junior and senior years of college (and whom I saw at a conference 2 weekends ago). Interestingly, my subconscious was principled enough to stipulate that he and his wife had divorced before anything happened.
This made me feel kind of awkward while I was filling out job applications and had to specify how my recommenders knew me. If you *know* what I’m getting at.
Can I also just say how grateful I am for the existence of Tumblr. I’m talking to bunch of people who know a lot about me, but (except for a couple of you) don’t actually know me in real life. So I can tell you about my inappropriate dreams and how much I hate my brother-in-law.
Today I reread part of the paper I co-wrote with my undergrad advisor (because someone I met at the conference was having trouble accessing it and asked me to send it, and I wanted to remind myself of what exactly we argued for), and it felt weirdly intimate. Remembering who had originally written which parts and who had suggested additions or rewording. And there was a lot of stuff about aesthetic attachment and learning to love and teaching oneself a second nature… yeah.
Loki is the Philosopher King 