Down the rabbit hole

I had to make copies for a grad student today and the machine jammed. I suppose I could write something about how weird it is to be doing this at 36. As I've made my way through the work world over the past 20-odd years I've met people who feel like it's OK to consider certain types of work beneath them, and a lot of those people have gotten a lot farther than me in life, but I just can't bring myself to share their attitude.

I've got my nose pressed against the glass of a window into a very curious world right now.