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Thud: The Patron Saint of Nothing
January 24, 2007 Progress Notes:
The Patron Saint of Nothing
Words today: 775.
Words total: 26,075 MS Word.
Reason for stopping: Quota!
Liquid Refreshment: Water.
Munchies: Pasketti. Even crap Ragu sauce can be good if you dress it up with some good olive oil and grated reggiano.
Exercise: Two hours' walking.
Mail: Nomail.
Darling du Jour: "Get back to me," he said, and shook off his trail of tutees. They flocked at the edge of the Gardens, watching him and shifting like disease maggots who had grown arms and hands to notetake. Zithembe Bheka was about to work, and every young Arm-pupil in Charybdis was breathless to watch.
Tyop du Jour: N/A
Words MS Word Doesn't Know: notetake
Mean Things: Case: His buddy sold him out for nice dresses and (comparative) riches.
Zithembe: Yes, you have kickass magic that lets you be an awesome cop. But I will require you to eat mud to use it. :D Also, to amuse![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
stillsostrange, you will now resemble Mr. T. I pity the foo that commits crime in Charybdis.
Research Roundup: Just some names.
Books in progress: Katherine Mansfield, Selected Stories; Mary Wollestonecraft, Maria, or The Wrongs of Woman; Catherynne M. Valente, The Orphan's Tales: In the Night Garden; Jay Lake, Trial of Flowers; Textbooks.
The glamour: Apparently what happens when you read Mary Wollestonecraft before bed is you dream about being a single mother with a toddler and running away from something on the subway in a strange city. And being sexually harrassed by old men on the subway.
I am ascribing this dream entirely to coursework.
Day Nineteen:
Ay. I blew off like nine days. I am behind.
*calculates*
Oh hey, I'm only behind 3700 words. I can totally make that up. :)
Spent the whole day today over at school, doing my edumacation things. Phonology is frustrating me with its people who talk in class through the whole class, its simplicity (which makes me suspect I might be missing something really, really big) and its lack of a textbook available which means our readings are on the website in unprintable, unreadable PDFs. I suspect the unprintable bit has to do with my version of Acrobat, but the unreadable is totally scan quality. Graar.
Philosophy of Feminism, however, continues to kick ass. Today we talked about the Patriarchy.
No, really. *g*
It was actually kind of stressful: I did the reading for this week on the beach, and it was Western Patriarchal Philosophy, aka The Patriarchy Does Not Think Much Of You. So we read Aristotle, Rousseau, Kant, a snippet from the Malleus Maleficarium which was just...staggeringly hilarious in its over-the-top camp psychotic break from reality way, various other philosophers. I think I was raving and cursing on the nice beach chair under the nice umbrella. Rousseau and I are no longer friends.
The mood in class tonight was sort of...well, it really does suck to have all these bright lights of philosophy saying how you're emptyheaded, carnal and wicked. We were a little snarky. Then there was tutorial, which was quite cozy and had a bunch of people from various different majors: a few Philosophy students, yeah, but some Life Sciences and Civil Engineering types too. We did some critical thinking, which according to Kant is not attractive. :p
Then I came home and did my writing, which according to Rousseau is not attractive, so I suppose I shall never score with either Kant or Rousseau. I am not crying.
Now, bath and some reading for Acquisition, and then bed.
The Patron Saint of Nothing
Words today: 775.
Words total: 26,075 MS Word.
Reason for stopping: Quota!
Liquid Refreshment: Water.
Munchies: Pasketti. Even crap Ragu sauce can be good if you dress it up with some good olive oil and grated reggiano.
Exercise: Two hours' walking.
Mail: Nomail.
Darling du Jour: "Get back to me," he said, and shook off his trail of tutees. They flocked at the edge of the Gardens, watching him and shifting like disease maggots who had grown arms and hands to notetake. Zithembe Bheka was about to work, and every young Arm-pupil in Charybdis was breathless to watch.
Tyop du Jour: N/A
Words MS Word Doesn't Know: notetake
Mean Things: Case: His buddy sold him out for nice dresses and (comparative) riches.
Zithembe: Yes, you have kickass magic that lets you be an awesome cop. But I will require you to eat mud to use it. :D Also, to amuse
stillsostrange, you will now resemble Mr. T. I pity the foo that commits crime in Charybdis.Research Roundup: Just some names.
Books in progress: Katherine Mansfield, Selected Stories; Mary Wollestonecraft, Maria, or The Wrongs of Woman; Catherynne M. Valente, The Orphan's Tales: In the Night Garden; Jay Lake, Trial of Flowers; Textbooks.
The glamour: Apparently what happens when you read Mary Wollestonecraft before bed is you dream about being a single mother with a toddler and running away from something on the subway in a strange city. And being sexually harrassed by old men on the subway.
I am ascribing this dream entirely to coursework.
Day Nineteen:
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10,525 / 67,500 (15.6%) |
Ay. I blew off like nine days. I am behind.
*calculates*
Oh hey, I'm only behind 3700 words. I can totally make that up. :)
Spent the whole day today over at school, doing my edumacation things. Phonology is frustrating me with its people who talk in class through the whole class, its simplicity (which makes me suspect I might be missing something really, really big) and its lack of a textbook available which means our readings are on the website in unprintable, unreadable PDFs. I suspect the unprintable bit has to do with my version of Acrobat, but the unreadable is totally scan quality. Graar.
Philosophy of Feminism, however, continues to kick ass. Today we talked about the Patriarchy.
No, really. *g*
It was actually kind of stressful: I did the reading for this week on the beach, and it was Western Patriarchal Philosophy, aka The Patriarchy Does Not Think Much Of You. So we read Aristotle, Rousseau, Kant, a snippet from the Malleus Maleficarium which was just...staggeringly hilarious in its over-the-top camp psychotic break from reality way, various other philosophers. I think I was raving and cursing on the nice beach chair under the nice umbrella. Rousseau and I are no longer friends.
The mood in class tonight was sort of...well, it really does suck to have all these bright lights of philosophy saying how you're emptyheaded, carnal and wicked. We were a little snarky. Then there was tutorial, which was quite cozy and had a bunch of people from various different majors: a few Philosophy students, yeah, but some Life Sciences and Civil Engineering types too. We did some critical thinking, which according to Kant is not attractive. :p
Then I came home and did my writing, which according to Rousseau is not attractive, so I suppose I shall never score with either Kant or Rousseau. I am not crying.
Now, bath and some reading for Acquisition, and then bed.
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It's not as fun as Phonetics though.
Stunned that you don't have a text. It's all old old old stuff.
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Although if it really is that easy, that's reassuring. I kept suspecting there was a layer of depth to this that was about to bite me in the ass any day now. *g* Thanks!
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(Hey Leah, it's Heather. I got dragged back into this LJ thang. Mind if I stalk, er, friend you?)
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Tell me if you need me to move a little to the left for optimum stalking or anything. *g*