I was doing some reading for my archaeological theory class when This Time Tomorrow by the Kinks started playing. The reason I own this song is its presence on the Darjeeling Limited soundtrack, but I've always felt that it does a pretty good job encapsulating life.
Seven miles below me I can see the world and it ain't so big at all
Well, this time tomorrow what will we see?
Field full of houses, endless rows of crowded streets
I don't where I'm going, I don't want to see
I feel the world below me looking up at me
To some extent, that matches where I'm at right now. I'm about a third of the way through my second quarter of graduate school (frequent blogging is, fortunately, not a prerequisite for grad school success). I am working on Archaeology Theory right now, preparing for a presentation and paper on Marxist Archaeology. I'm also working on collating data for a possible master's thesis on the feeding ecology of the Diana monkey, in case I don't get to go to the Ivory Coast to start my fieldwork this summer. I'd love a little more certainty about the next 6 months, but things are treating me well. I'm going a little stir crazy with the winter - last year I skipped most of winter and went right to 95% humidity and a hundred degrees. I'm starting to realize that might not have been such a bad plan ...