There is such a thing as a public intellectual. These are people who merely are there to rouse up a dialog among the people of the community, whether it's about global warming or slavery reparations or Arby's horsey sauce (the latter which should be removed entirely from the planet, mind you).
I would like to be this person. Sitting on a large pile of pillows as people come up to me and ask me to form intelligent, well-thought opinions. I reckon since most people don't really want anyone else's opinion (their misguided ideas are fine), I wouldn't be too busy. Which is really the point.
Over the past 3 weeks, I've been busy. Very, very busy. I was in San Francisco for almost a week. My very good college friend came up from Austin to visit. I've been extremely busy at work. I have my writing class and our "oh my God, is birth really that painful?" class. Plus, I've been trying to get everything together with our place in preparation for Barnabas.
This weekend will get no less busy as we have the baby shower on Saturday, and Kristen's brother is coming Friday morning.
And while I really like having all these people come and visit and the shower should be a blast (I'm making deviled eggs, don't you know), I sort of want there to be four or five days in a row where I can just sit and contemplate and plan.
Hence my urge to be a public intellectual.
I've been looking on monster.com, but no luck so far, but I'll keep you all posted.
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