Thursday, May 31, 2007
One week to freedom
I realized something today:
You are truly free if you don’t doubt that you’re always right.
Like, you no longer constrain yourself with your own anxiety.
And this is the attitude with which I have decided to approach this finals period. I am right because I say I am right, and then we call what I say, "knowledge"..."truth," if you will...
I think this is healthy.
Anyway, I'm now booked on a flight to Philly June 13-16
New York, aug 8-15? Dish, is that ok for you? the conference is aug 10-14, so we'll just maneuver around it.
Alright. That it. I'm going to bed. I'm getting up at 8, I'm running 3 miles, and then I shall hit stats review and pound out the majority of this paper.
all my love to all,
$.
You are truly free if you don’t doubt that you’re always right.
Like, you no longer constrain yourself with your own anxiety.
And this is the attitude with which I have decided to approach this finals period. I am right because I say I am right, and then we call what I say, "knowledge"..."truth," if you will...
I think this is healthy.
Anyway, I'm now booked on a flight to Philly June 13-16
New York, aug 8-15? Dish, is that ok for you? the conference is aug 10-14, so we'll just maneuver around it.
Alright. That it. I'm going to bed. I'm getting up at 8, I'm running 3 miles, and then I shall hit stats review and pound out the majority of this paper.
all my love to all,
$.
Sunday, May 27, 2007
Maybe this is best as a once-a-week thing...
So I blogged a lot in the beginning....now i have less to say--at least until the quarter ends.
I feel like I've bleen flipping out lately. I can't take this anymore. It's a few days until June, and I won't be done with finals until June 8th. less than 2 weeks...
But oh! I got a really cool summer job. I'm going to translate Georg Simmel's "Der Raum und die raumliche Ordnung der Gesellschaft" (Space and the Spatial [Organization] of Society) <--look, I made a translation decision! for this really well-known theory professor who's going to present it next year. It's part of Simmel's most important work, and parts of this piece are very famous, but apparently, there are parts of it that have never been translated into English. I'm psyched, but I feel like it's a bigger summer responsibility than I thought i would have when I thought I might become his office lackey/receptionist. But on the bright side, it's a great opportunity, I really want to read this piece anyway, I was committed to keeping the German up this summer, I think he wants to be my "mentor," and wow, if he's in, I have completed a dissertation committee already. Or at least broken the ice and curried the favor of the three ethnographer/theorists in the dept. In any case, I also have to study for my prelim exam and do some novel-reading and re-reading theories long forgotten--And, most importantly, I need to kick it. I need to, bike, play frisbee, and travel. I need to get my drink on, get my mack on, and get my weed on so hardcore that I really start to look forward to going back to school in the fall.
The last apartment situation sort of fell apart. I didn't actually do anything to deserve this, but the 42-year old male roommate we were going to have took me off the lease. The move was so shocking that Juhi, my friend, who is also pretty good friends of the dude, is seriously thinking of pulling out...she hasn't signed yet....we'll see.
So I'm moving to my friend, Beckett's, very nice 4-BR apartment for the summer. I will move again in Sept. after carefully selecting a new place, either with Juhi, or just with Pooittle. I dunno...sometimes I think I like living alone. I can do whatever I want all the time. then i think it would be nice to be able to share things, interact with somebody else every day who you really get along with...and i keep remembering something Pam said in Berlin last year. Remember when she almost died from Carbon Monoxide because of that coal heating? She said, "Wow, if I died from that. Nobody would have found my body for, like, 3 days, until the dude came to check the place and pick up the rent." Yeah, weird, right? I feel like after a couple days, people would wonder where I'd been, but nobody would think that I was dead in my apartment, you know? So, right, it's nice to have a roommate.
And with that note, I am off to bed...I haven't figured out whether we get memorial day off or not. I really don't know whether I should go to class tomorrow.
eh,
$.
I feel like I've bleen flipping out lately. I can't take this anymore. It's a few days until June, and I won't be done with finals until June 8th. less than 2 weeks...
But oh! I got a really cool summer job. I'm going to translate Georg Simmel's "Der Raum und die raumliche Ordnung der Gesellschaft" (Space and the Spatial [Organization] of Society) <--look, I made a translation decision! for this really well-known theory professor who's going to present it next year. It's part of Simmel's most important work, and parts of this piece are very famous, but apparently, there are parts of it that have never been translated into English. I'm psyched, but I feel like it's a bigger summer responsibility than I thought i would have when I thought I might become his office lackey/receptionist. But on the bright side, it's a great opportunity, I really want to read this piece anyway, I was committed to keeping the German up this summer, I think he wants to be my "mentor," and wow, if he's in, I have completed a dissertation committee already. Or at least broken the ice and curried the favor of the three ethnographer/theorists in the dept. In any case, I also have to study for my prelim exam and do some novel-reading and re-reading theories long forgotten--And, most importantly, I need to kick it. I need to, bike, play frisbee, and travel. I need to get my drink on, get my mack on, and get my weed on so hardcore that I really start to look forward to going back to school in the fall.
The last apartment situation sort of fell apart. I didn't actually do anything to deserve this, but the 42-year old male roommate we were going to have took me off the lease. The move was so shocking that Juhi, my friend, who is also pretty good friends of the dude, is seriously thinking of pulling out...she hasn't signed yet....we'll see.
So I'm moving to my friend, Beckett's, very nice 4-BR apartment for the summer. I will move again in Sept. after carefully selecting a new place, either with Juhi, or just with Pooittle. I dunno...sometimes I think I like living alone. I can do whatever I want all the time. then i think it would be nice to be able to share things, interact with somebody else every day who you really get along with...and i keep remembering something Pam said in Berlin last year. Remember when she almost died from Carbon Monoxide because of that coal heating? She said, "Wow, if I died from that. Nobody would have found my body for, like, 3 days, until the dude came to check the place and pick up the rent." Yeah, weird, right? I feel like after a couple days, people would wonder where I'd been, but nobody would think that I was dead in my apartment, you know? So, right, it's nice to have a roommate.
And with that note, I am off to bed...I haven't figured out whether we get memorial day off or not. I really don't know whether I should go to class tomorrow.
eh,
$.
Sunday, May 20, 2007
i see that i have not written in 12 days...
gee, i hope you guys are still checking!
so, what's up...
ok, so masters thesis is a big "go." advisor was into my initial efforts, found it "Very very interesting" so hopefully i will be done by the end of the summer.
i've been doing these department functions this past week(end). and it was an interesting experience. really, the conference isn't so great, and i'm not incredibly close with most people in my cohort, but i did get to kick it with my professors, etc. i suppose that it was pleasant to find out that they actually like me a lot more than i thought. sometimes i feel like the crazy of my class...because i talk about things that aren't specifically in the texts for the day, and the other students respond to me sort of badly if they respond at all...so it made me feel shitty. so how surprising was it for me to find myself in a casual conversation with one of the really famous profs in the department who had taught us for half a quarter early on, and have her tell me that she definitely remembered me as the "creative one...with all the ideas"...i choose to take this as a compliment...i mean, the lady doesn't remember many names or faces...
what else? i move into a new apartment on june 1.
it's kinda slammin'. it's the whole top floor of the building. 4 Bedrooms, 3 1/2 bathrooms. wet bar. fire place. sunroom. dining room. HUGE living room (i think it will be our communal "office"). our own laundry room. one of the bathrooms even has a jacuzzi tub and one of those huge glass case showers. 2-car garage with additional parking gated in.
i'm sharing it with my friend, juhi, this guy, shiraz (what a cool name!), and probably this girl sarah, who i just met...sarah #7. she might pull out, but then there are 4 other people on our "wait list." i like it and al, but it makes me a little uncomfortable because it's just like my mom's house, but transported to the top of an urban apartment building. oh well, at least there's an alarm system and it's cheaper than my current hovel!
what else? dealing with life in may respects. COME VISIT THE PAD!!!
yeeah, so i'm going to a wedding of a high school friend on saturday.
oh shizzle, gotta talk to y'all about canada.
umm....tscheuss!!!
monica.
so, what's up...
ok, so masters thesis is a big "go." advisor was into my initial efforts, found it "Very very interesting" so hopefully i will be done by the end of the summer.
i've been doing these department functions this past week(end). and it was an interesting experience. really, the conference isn't so great, and i'm not incredibly close with most people in my cohort, but i did get to kick it with my professors, etc. i suppose that it was pleasant to find out that they actually like me a lot more than i thought. sometimes i feel like the crazy of my class...because i talk about things that aren't specifically in the texts for the day, and the other students respond to me sort of badly if they respond at all...so it made me feel shitty. so how surprising was it for me to find myself in a casual conversation with one of the really famous profs in the department who had taught us for half a quarter early on, and have her tell me that she definitely remembered me as the "creative one...with all the ideas"...i choose to take this as a compliment...i mean, the lady doesn't remember many names or faces...
what else? i move into a new apartment on june 1.
it's kinda slammin'. it's the whole top floor of the building. 4 Bedrooms, 3 1/2 bathrooms. wet bar. fire place. sunroom. dining room. HUGE living room (i think it will be our communal "office"). our own laundry room. one of the bathrooms even has a jacuzzi tub and one of those huge glass case showers. 2-car garage with additional parking gated in.
i'm sharing it with my friend, juhi, this guy, shiraz (what a cool name!), and probably this girl sarah, who i just met...sarah #7. she might pull out, but then there are 4 other people on our "wait list." i like it and al, but it makes me a little uncomfortable because it's just like my mom's house, but transported to the top of an urban apartment building. oh well, at least there's an alarm system and it's cheaper than my current hovel!
what else? dealing with life in may respects. COME VISIT THE PAD!!!
yeeah, so i'm going to a wedding of a high school friend on saturday.
oh shizzle, gotta talk to y'all about canada.
umm....tscheuss!!!
monica.
Wednesday, May 9, 2007
Man, today has been SHITTY
yeeah...
real shitty
statistics can kiss my ass.
my head hurts.
i almost hit "first total freak out of the quarter" but was able to resist it, more or less.
i am a weakling.
i am so human, all too human.
boo.
boo on me.
boo on poo.
monica.
real shitty
statistics can kiss my ass.
my head hurts.
i almost hit "first total freak out of the quarter" but was able to resist it, more or less.
i am a weakling.
i am so human, all too human.
boo.
boo on me.
boo on poo.
monica.
Thursday, May 3, 2007
5/3/07
today I have not stopped moving. I feel light-headed, but I still have to write a Marx/Weber paper.
I had class.
I had lunch with my friend Tracey.
I had a 2 1/2 hour meeting with the dean of social sciences. it was really good and informative. It was about grad funding. I would explain more, but I don't want to get into it right now.
Then I did some work.
Then I had another meeting. I am sick of finding myself in those situations where people are right just because they are talking louder than everyone else.
I just got home.
This is all I have to say for now.
I think it might be time for some stimulants.
I think I'm getting old. I just don't have the energy that I used to have...
I think I'm getting white hairs.
Oh man, I really didn't think I would have to dye my hair back to its natural color before I reached 30.
tomorrow I'm supposed to dye my friend, Beckett's, hair brown. He looks almost exactly like a blond tobey maguire and we are going to the opening night of spiderman 3 to see if we can convince anyone that he IS tobey maguire.
This is all assuming i have the time.
poo on me and my life.
monica.
I had class.
I had lunch with my friend Tracey.
I had a 2 1/2 hour meeting with the dean of social sciences. it was really good and informative. It was about grad funding. I would explain more, but I don't want to get into it right now.
Then I did some work.
Then I had another meeting. I am sick of finding myself in those situations where people are right just because they are talking louder than everyone else.
I just got home.
This is all I have to say for now.
I think it might be time for some stimulants.
I think I'm getting old. I just don't have the energy that I used to have...
I think I'm getting white hairs.
Oh man, I really didn't think I would have to dye my hair back to its natural color before I reached 30.
tomorrow I'm supposed to dye my friend, Beckett's, hair brown. He looks almost exactly like a blond tobey maguire and we are going to the opening night of spiderman 3 to see if we can convince anyone that he IS tobey maguire.
This is all assuming i have the time.
poo on me and my life.
monica.
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