Identity (or lack of it...)

So..a thing zappo wrote in her LJ recently, about how people define themselves with their work, made me remember this story: ( in another life )

Being your own fool

...and thank you for some really wonderful comments yesterday. You made me warm inside while I had a hard working and rather tough weekend.

I delivered (e-mailed) my stuff to the professor early this morning (night actually), got 3 hours of sleep and headed on to class. Being an archivist means knowing a whole lot of boring shit, and knowing how and where to find it too.

A very rhetorical line in movie history:

Who is the biggest fool? The fool or the fool who follows him?

It's always been quite obvious to me, but I'm not done with the subject of being your own fool in this journal.