The Universal Curatorial Impulse: An Excercise in Futility

I am trying trying trying to write my personal statement for grad school. I only have about 120 words. The problems? Well, laziness and procrastination spring to mind, but there are actually two main ones:

1) You might not be able to tell from this blog, but I don’t like talking about myself. I can blog because I have a highly developed tendency towards self-deprecation; I can talk about myself if I am talking shit. I can’t brag, except if I am being sarcastic and giving myself left-handed compliments. I really don’t think I am lacking anything in the self-esteem department, but writing 1000 words about how awesome I am and how I plan to revolutionize the field of museum studies? Not my forte.

2) I WANT TO TALK ABOUT THE UNIVERSAL CURATORIAL IMPULSE. This is my current theory on life, the universe, and everything. It is nebulous at best, but it is my pet theory and I want to talk about it. I don’t want to talk about my internships and classes and where I see myself in 10 years, I want to spew BS! I want to write an essay, not a personal statement!

All that said, Jesus is going to have to wait for his sucker punch. Sorry, James Cameron.