After re-watching most of Battlestar Galactica this summer, I’ve come to the conclusion that the show would be twice as good—and the fans 85% less annoying—if they hadn’t needed to censor the word “fuck.”
bento with instant miso soup
When is the right time to tell aspiring writers about their job prospects? In graduate school? Before they even apply to graduate school? Or sooner than that even—in their first creative writing class? Never? Let them Google it because it’s just too depressing otherwise?
Cathy Day, “The Magic Building Where English Majors Work: Making Sense of Creative Writing’s Job Problem”
I mean… if you’re applying to graduate school WITHOUT googling your job prospects first, I seriously fear for your ability to make real-life decisions.
a little thing from my little sketchbook.