writing a dissertation is like building a full-scale model of the taj mahal out of ice. you put the finishing touches on a minaret, only to realize that the bottom of the tower is already melting, and the tower you built a few days ago has dissolved into a puddle of water.
i envy my sister, the history professor. history doesn't change as quickly as music, technology and society. of course, i'm sure she'd tell me i'm wrong, and she'd probably be right. but that only proves my point about dissertations in general. poo on them. why did i ever think i wanted to write such a thing?