Materialist Interventions

The title of this blog post has changed several times, but I think I’ve finally landed with a keeper in this evocation of a phrase used regularly in one of my seminars. I’d like to do a “materialist intervention” of my graduate school experience thus far.

But first let me set the stage a little bit. I distinctly recall loathing my situation when I first arrived to grad school. I hated the place and I felt like it wasn’t “right” for me. I had all sorts of romanticized assumptions of graduate work and I thought that I had pretty much been dropped in a wasteland. Considering my forthcoming “materialist intervention” of my surroundings one would suppose that I’m either walking around with a bag over my head, or that I’ve grown up (a little). Here’s what rocks:
*I have a sweet office space. It’s quiet, I’m surrounded by books, and I have a window. Perfection itself.
*I (sometimes) teach students who are really committed to learning and growth.
*I’m not starving. That’s pretty material.

OK, I’m clearly out of the habit of writing blog posts. But, to end, how about you do a “materialist intervention” into your grad school career. I’m sure we all got some great and not so great (and freaking awesome, if your name is Dallin) things to share.

Hope all is well.

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