Gentleman start your engines

So I did it. I defended my thesis.

That's right you are looking at a Master now.

Well, or reading the words of, in any case.

Summary: The defense went really well, we talked for about 2 hours. Comments were overall positive with one or two reservations about how I had described my method as an ethnography, and my reticence to "out" myself as a participant in the research. I am very grateful to the members of my committee Liz Miller, Dr. Sandra Weber, and especially to my supervisor Dr. Leslie Regan Shade.

That was April 6th.

The ensuing week has been incredibly strange, like a comic strip where the Coyote chases Road Runner off the cliff, and then runs for another five feet before looking down, shrieking, and plunging to his doom.

Tuesday, Wednesday, part of Thursday, I spent the days just sitting in front of my trusty computer idly tapping the keyboard. Then I went to the gym and realized I couldn't technically run, I didn't feel tired, just every time I tried to go faster then a walk, my legs would stop moving. Couldn't even write this blog entry, any blog entry at all as a matter of fact. All I could do it seemed was play Tetris, stare at Facebook and feel a bit of impending doom of the future.

At one point a friend said; "Wow you must be feeling so relaxed!". To which I replied, "Nope, I feel like relaxing would take too much work."

Finally Thursday, I lay on the couch and watched a movie, then I read "A History of God" until I fell asleep. That afternoon nap can be considered what the Coyote does when he finally lands at the bottom of the cliff. He takes a nice snooze.

Today and yesterday I am beginning to feel normal, which only means I am capable of thinking about the two or three steps I need to take next, namely: Find Job, Find Apartment, Move.

Each of those steps is really about 1000 complicated manoeuvres, but if I even try to consider that my brain explodes, so I am sticking to the basics for now.

More importantly I did it. Now I guess, on to the next thing, such is life.