An Explanation

3534516458_48e4e8595fIf you are reading this post, I think it is safe to assume you are either family or a friend. Hypothetically, you should know a fair amount about me and what I am doing out here in DC.

I made that assumption. I thought, these people are my friends and my family. Turns out, not a safe assumption to make–not safe at all.

The night before I left for DC, my parents took me to a farewell dinner. It felt like my Last Supper–though, if I was going to have a last meal Roy’s wouldn’t be too bad. In typical Liane fashion, ever my Father’s Daughter, I spent an inordinate amount of time talking about myself. The waitress came over, smiling and waiting patiently as I blabbered about something I was “feeling” about the impending move. Eventually, I did need to pause to breathe and my mother politely turned to the waitress with pride and said, “She’s moving to DC for grad school tomorrow.” I excused myself to go to the bathroom and upon my return my mother throws this at me:

“The waitress asked what you were studying and I didn’t know what to tell her.”

I looked at my parents in utter disbelief. I started planning for graduate school my third year of college–over two years before that dinner. I’d prepared a binder of all my options. Not just any binder–color-coded, alphabetized, quick reference fact sheets–this was the kind of binder that Type-A, OCD, control freaks dream about. I’d spent more than one Sunday morning drinking coffee and flipping through my options with them. They were there every step of the way, as I narrowed my options. I’d chosen my program months ago and spent the time before I left having to tell every person we met about leaving. My mother could name every single class that my brothers were taking, but she had no idea what Master’s program was moving her one and only daughter across the country.

My eyes turned to my Dad, certain that the self-proclaimed “ultimate boyscout” would remember. Don’t they teach mnemonics in the Boy Scouts? Nope, another blank stare.

Why am I publicly chastising my parents for this action?

(1) To explain why I have an attention-seeking personality

(2) To ease your guilty conscience, since I’m pretty damn sure you don’t remember what I’m studying either

(3) To make them feel guilty before my birthday which is in 13 days!

This is the part where I play psychic and answer all the questions you are about to have:

Well, Liane, what DO you study?
Media and Public Affairs at George Washington University

What the hell does that mean?
The program focuses on the place where politics, media and public affairs intersect. Still confused?

What’s the point of that? Are there even jobs in that?
Absolutely! Media, and social media, is one of the largest growing fields in the country–inside and outside of academia. This kind of degree could open doors in new and traditional media organizations, government, politics and business. So, anywhere really!

What do you learn?
Currently I’m taking classes in Media Theory, Media and Foreign Policy and Research Methods. I will probably talk about some of that more in detail at a later date.

My research interests within this realm of study are still a little fragmented.

Generally, I am curious in how social media will continue to shift the way politicians interact with the public. As someone who witnessed the development of new media “on the frontlines”, I have strong feelings about the value that it has to society. The shift of the dynamics of interpersonal relationships and the construction of individual identity has been staggering, but I think we are still just beginning to see where new media can take us as a society.

In terms of  the “public affairs” side:

  • Politics, primarily Elections –Working on the Hill made me jaded about the amount that people can do once their representatives are actually in office. Elections, in my opinion, are still the most vital part of democracy.
  • Education–The children are our future–and I hate dumb people and I wish there were less of them.
  • Foreign policy–Since our education system sucks, globalization reigns supreme, and I don’t have the time to learn Chinese.

Well, now that you know what I’m studying–I should probably actually go study

A toast, TO BOOKS!

“A room without books is like a body without a soul.”


An Outing

In my last post I vaguely and somewhat distractedly recounted the beginning of my adventure in Foggy Bottom. Here is a continuation of that outing.

Foggy Bottom, as I said before, is the area of DC where GW is located. It is a beautiful part of the city as well as one of the most historic.

Click here for a wikihistory of the area.

(Including where the name Foggy Bottom came from)

One of my favorite things about  DC is the architecture. The houses are built up against each other but each one has such a distinct personality. You can almost imagine what the people who live in the house are like based upon their house. I mean there is definitely not an MMA fighter living in that pink house on the right. The pale grey house with the black trim and red detailing is striking, I imagine that whoever lives there is extremely stylish and artistic, a perfectionist with an eye for details. The teal house on the left is more likely to house a person who wants to stand out but can never quite muster the courage, he/she/they are no fuss and easygoing, maybe even a little reckless. Do you see what I mean? What do you think?

Washington DC is a classy city. People are (almost) always put together and refined. They edit themselves, sometimes to the point of boring, but let’s reserve judgement. A perfect example of the kind of city DC is? This 7-11. Is this not the classiest 7-11 you’ve ever seen? It’s borderline ridiculous.

This is a bust of George Washington, a reluctant first President of these United States. If you haven’t seen the John Adams HBO Series, you should. GDub is a baller, but not as much as Thomas Jefferson. John Adams is a whiny jerk & Ben Franklin is a manwhore.

This is the Media & Public Affairs building at GW. In case you didn’t know, I am studying to get my Masters in Media and Public Affairs. I’ll write an extended post on that at some point.



In the window of the Media and Public Affairs building, I saw this statue. I thought it was pretty interesting. It reminds me of the statues throughout Berlin of the Berlin bear. (see Notebook of a Nomad for a post with dozens of pictures of me next to these statues) I’m not sure how I want to interpret this one though.

I’ll let you vote (this is just an excuse for me to play around with all the little extras):

This is the Trustees Gate at GW. I included it just because I think it is pretty and I’m dying to study in that courtyard. Doesn’t it look inviting?

A Toast, “To George Washington: the man, the myth, the legend”

One of my favorite quotes, and something I strive to live by, despite what this blog may lend you to believe:

“Be courteous to all, but intimate with few, and let those few be well tried before you give them your confidence.”
~George Washington