Post - Educationalism

Cross Posted from OLF (9/24/09): It's hard to enjoy the "after" of having completed, and passed, the CFP examination when it seems everyone around you is falling prey to the most ridiculous scams. It's even worse when said person is emailing you from a retirement home, who can't talk on the phone due to hearing problems, and who is utterly convinced that he has won that Microsoft-Yahoo Lottery Sweepstakes (and yes, for everyone who won, I already called to confirm...it doesn't exist...remember that episode of Reno 911?), and who is sending gods-know-who in the U.K. $50 a month to keep his "parcel" from being shipped back to gods-know-where in Africa. But, I don't want to dwell on the negatives. I post the following in the hopes that others might be saved from the evils of hobbit trickery: Hobbit 419 Dear MR BAGGINS, Fellow Conspirator, I am Thorin Oakenshield, descendant of Thrain the Old and grandson of Thror who was King under the M

I passed. It still hasn't quite sunk in yet. It's kind of hard for it to sink in when one finds out about something on a Monday while the world continues spinning (quickly, at that). It feels like some things aren't finalized until a round of beer has been served around a fire-pit at Raleighs (which I hear has changed hands, sadly). On a terribly unrelated note, Good Omens is a wonderful change of pace from estate planning: "It was then that Marvin got religion. Not the quiet, personal kind, that involves doing good deeds and living a better life; not even the kind that involves putting on a suit and ringing people's doorbells; but the kind that involves having your own TV network and getting people to send you money." "God does not play dice with the universe: He plays an ineffable game of His own devising, which might be compared, from the perspective of any of the other players [i.e. everybody], to being involved in an obscure and complex variant

At least that's what it feels like. It was only a few moments ago that summer was starting, my birthday was passing...trying to look back in any great detail is difficult, like walking into a storeroom of old film reels, open tins all over spilling forth a no-longer chronological story. And it's strange, because I think I'm finally starting to see why everyone out of college is suddenly feeling that postpartum/age-induced melancholy: The campanile is gone [ed. note: for the non-Berkeley nerds, that's the giant clock-tower in the center of U.C Berkeley's campus]. I don't mean it's literally gone; though I've heard if it were to fall over it would slide all the way into the bay (maybe in the next Transformer's movie). But, some sense of chronology is definitely gone (unless you're finishing a PhD, Masters, J.D., etc.). Otherwise, things have become a little more free-form and abstract. And it's funny. It's funny because when I was