How is it that being surrounded by library scholarship and studies that I largely think are pretty ridiculous and kinda unimportant in the big scheme of things still has the effect of making me feel like a Big Fat Dumb Inarticulate Jerk who will never go anywhere or do anything? I guess if I was an expert in fucking Fbook, like some of the Ph.D students who teach me are, I could answer that question. Most days I am happy I am not that person. Today, I just feel insecure about the fact that I can't answer many questions at all, seemingly.