i’m listening to “dead leaves and the dirty ground” by the white stripes right now. this song is so damn good it’s hard to listen to sitting down.

on to serious matters — tonight was “senior concentration night” at the business school where a bunch of department heads told us about the various course options for our last year at business school. choose from a handful of exciting tracks into corporate america such as finance, operations, information systems, management consulting, marketing . . . each with its own list of available courses in how to prepare ourselves for the all-important Selling Out to the Man we’re about to face in a manner of months. it just becomes a matter of what function you wish to perform in His service. so i was sitting and listening to these men and women list off careers, potential employers, starting salaries, and all that lovely stuff and it hit me. in the next week or two (we register for fall courses second week of april), i will in essence be selecting my career path, as long as we’re assuming what i study is what i end up doing. in the next 15 days, i could decide hey, maybe consulting would be fulfilling. maybe what i really ought to do is go into I.S. — everyone needs computers nowadays right? or i’ll just stick with marketing, nevermind that it’ll mean some of the lowest starting salaries in the business school. what’s important is that i enjoy what i do, not that i can pay off my mountain of loans . . .

all i’m trying to say is that this is scary. i’m all for change, but being aware that you’re at a key turning point in your life — in a decidedly serious, long-term kind of way — is pretty damn intimidating.

back to more lighthearted things: if you can, you really really ought to try to catch today’s daily show. one of the correspondents gave a commentary on the new star wars trailer and how much he loved it and trailers in general, and then he talked about how much better his commentary would have been to watch if it were in trailer form, and then they played it in trailer form. complete with melodramatic intro lines, gratuitous car crashes, and the cutting off of him about to say a swear word by explosion of tanker truck. it was utterly brilliant.