My brain is full

It must be one hell of a class when you realise that the first sip of water you take is over an hour into things, and then only to take an advil to sooth the headache I have gotten trying to absorb all of this information. All those brain cells rubbing together, exploding. It was actually amazing.

This seminar is called Epistemologies of Performance. But before we could dive into our book-a-week assignments, the professor wanted to lecture on some of the precursors. To the uninitiated, this would sound very dull. In reality, it was awesome. In 2 hours, he explained, with great insight and clarity Aristotle, Hegel, Kierkegaard, Marx, Freud, Lacan, Deleuze. He even illuminated the Benjamin article we read for yesterday's class. Holy crap! I had heard of these people, who are constantly name-dropped, but I never really understood them. Suddenly dialectic, sublation, WWI, angst, and such all made sense. After 2 hours, I wanted to raise my hand and ask to be excused since my brain was full.

Both seminars are 5-8. SuperK hates it, but I love it. At first I didn't understand the choice of time slot, but now it makes sense. Pop Culture should happen at night, when you can go home and watch all the pop culture you just discussed. And the performance class will require the kind of discussion more appropriate to a later time that involves wine. Like classical symposia.