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Day 393: On the edge
Dec. 1st, 2006 02:09 pmI am alive. I am sane. Just barely. I will do some crazy things to get the Tvordi paper up and running. I will spend hours running around on JSTOR and Projectmuse to search for things for Dickens. I don't know what critical theory I ought to use for Dickens. I was thinking about defaulting on maybe Derrida or Barthes because I'm so awfully lazy that way. But it seems as though it might work. I don't know.
I did go to the gym twice this week, and hopefully will drag myself out of bed tomorrow to go, although I have no idea what the gym's hours are tomorrow. I have been existing on the edge of sleep for far too long now, if you must know. I have just enough sleep to function but not enough to be comfortable. All my own fault, of course.
Last night I didn't end up doing the magic thing. Just didn't feel like going. I stayed in, wrote, read, researched things not in any way remotely useful to school, hung out with Rae for a bit to help her with a project, and then did homework. Slept minimally.
Classes today were more or less boring, and it seems that I am doomed to speak first on Monday. Oh joy. I will have my act in gear by then, however, so no worries. There was a staff meeting yesterday, too, and we learned all about commas. I use them properly instinctually, although I do have tendencies to overuse them (then feel badly and go back and delete them when I'm done). Now I can explain to my students why they used a comma improperly instead of defaulting on "English is a system of conventions and convention says the comma does not go there." Although, even when I do explain it in technical terms, I'm still deferring to a set of conventions. Such conventions, I reckon, are probably ignored in other languages.
I want to nap today. No job interview today. Mom is in Singapore.
HAPPY BIRTHDAY, MOM!
Yes, my writing is very disjointed. I tutored a girl today who has a wonderful voice. That is my writing weakness. In academic papers, I have no voice. I do have a distinct style, but all it says is that I am a well-trained writer who has a penchant for long sentences. It says nothing about my sense of humor, or my likes and dislikes, or my sense for sarcasm and black humor. Sad. Petersen tried to rescue me from that, and I resisted at first. Part of it stems from the fact that, outside of this corner of cyberspace, I dislike writing and talking about myself. Do I honestly analyze myself that often? BenTen is more introspective than I am. And I mean nothing disparaging agaisnt her in making that statement.
Yes, my eloquence is going up even as my coherence is rapidly spiraling downward. Flat as a flan in a cupboard, to quote Eddie Izzard.
That's my piece for the day.
I did go to the gym twice this week, and hopefully will drag myself out of bed tomorrow to go, although I have no idea what the gym's hours are tomorrow. I have been existing on the edge of sleep for far too long now, if you must know. I have just enough sleep to function but not enough to be comfortable. All my own fault, of course.
Last night I didn't end up doing the magic thing. Just didn't feel like going. I stayed in, wrote, read, researched things not in any way remotely useful to school, hung out with Rae for a bit to help her with a project, and then did homework. Slept minimally.
Classes today were more or less boring, and it seems that I am doomed to speak first on Monday. Oh joy. I will have my act in gear by then, however, so no worries. There was a staff meeting yesterday, too, and we learned all about commas. I use them properly instinctually, although I do have tendencies to overuse them (then feel badly and go back and delete them when I'm done). Now I can explain to my students why they used a comma improperly instead of defaulting on "English is a system of conventions and convention says the comma does not go there." Although, even when I do explain it in technical terms, I'm still deferring to a set of conventions. Such conventions, I reckon, are probably ignored in other languages.
I want to nap today. No job interview today. Mom is in Singapore.
HAPPY BIRTHDAY, MOM!
Yes, my writing is very disjointed. I tutored a girl today who has a wonderful voice. That is my writing weakness. In academic papers, I have no voice. I do have a distinct style, but all it says is that I am a well-trained writer who has a penchant for long sentences. It says nothing about my sense of humor, or my likes and dislikes, or my sense for sarcasm and black humor. Sad. Petersen tried to rescue me from that, and I resisted at first. Part of it stems from the fact that, outside of this corner of cyberspace, I dislike writing and talking about myself. Do I honestly analyze myself that often? BenTen is more introspective than I am. And I mean nothing disparaging agaisnt her in making that statement.
Yes, my eloquence is going up even as my coherence is rapidly spiraling downward. Flat as a flan in a cupboard, to quote Eddie Izzard.
That's my piece for the day.
