Or at least they will be when they finish approving my lovely Underground Performance Archive. After four hours in a coffee shop with the lovely Miss Beth, I have my proposal to the Internal Review Board. Which pretty much consists of:
"This doesn't concern you. These aren't the research ethics you're looking for. I can go about my business."
...is it a problem how many things in my life can be easily adapted to Star Wars text? Or just a sign that I am cosmically blessed with awesome?
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