I'm standing at a gate, and the 299 guys behind me are AWOL. Every meeting is about increasing revenue, treating students like customers, modernizing the library (that means getting rid of books), making sure our research is relevant to students (I study renaissance French poets), and streamlining curriculum (that means getting rid of traditional programs in favor of online masturbation -- uh, learning).
I try not to be nuts or anything but sometimes I feel like this is the leading edge of a new dark age, and I'm standing on it going "kor, blimey, looks dreadful down there, wot?"
I'm no enemy of technology. Writing is awesome. Fire's cool. I like medicine. Shit, the fermentation of grain and fruit -- thumbs way the hell up for that one, yo. But fuck me at some point the little shits have got to put the pad of their little finger under a word and say "Huh" and pick up an alphabetical list of words and look it up and say "oh, I see," and move that fat little finger six characters forward and go "huh" and do it all again.
If this is just a four year resort, well, fuck that. I'm not interested in being a barista at an academic coffee shop.
Sadly, I have no other job experience. So here I am. A phalanx of one.