Dissertation Defense Post-Mortem

A few weeks ago, I mentioned that I had my dissertation defense coming up; understandably, some of you are probably interested in how that went. I'll spare you the disgusting details, and come out and say that I passed, that I made revisions, submitted them about a week and a half ago, and participated in the graduation ceremony in full regalia, which I discarded afterward in the back of a U-Haul truck for immediate transportation to a delousing facility located somewhere on campus. Given that I was sweating like a skunk for nearly three hours (Indiana has quite a few graduates, it turns out), that's probably a wise choice.

For those who need proof that any of this happened, here's a photo:

I believe this conveys everything you need to know. Also, it costs considerably less than paying for the professional photos they took during graduation. Don't get me wrong; the ceremony itself was an incredible spectacle, complete with the ceremonial mace, tams and tassels and gowns of all fabrics and colors, and the president of the university wearing a gigantic medallion that makes even the most flamboyantly attired rapper look like a kindergartener. Even for all that, however, I don't believe it justifies photos at $50 a pop.

Currently I am in Los Angeles, after an extended stint in Vancouver Island visiting strange lands and people, touring the famous Butchart Gardens, and feeding already-overfed sea lions the size of airplane turbines. Then it's back to Minneapolis, Chicago, and finally Bloomington to pack up and leave for the East Coast.