I just read a book review and thought, if I got a review like that on something I wrote, I would have a heart attack. This is why I'm beginning to think academia is not for me after all. I'm just not thick skinned enough to deal with shit like this. Here's the review:

"[deleted] is at pains to apply the frameworks of several postmodern cultural theorists (most notably Deleuze’s concept of the control society), but these dips into theory never come across as more than dips. One gets a glimpse of rich theoretical terrain, only to be disappointed by the superficiality of its application to the issue at hand. I suspect that this is more the fault of over-editing than a true lack of engagement with cultural theory on [deleted]’s part, but one almost wishes the theory could have been absent altogether rather than left in as under-developed (and sometimes perplexing) tangents."



I'm running out of it. And I have a lot of writing to do to finish my dissertation by April 15th. Or it might become one of those projects that never gets done. Like cleaning out your desk drawer, or framing photos.


This template is way too fucking cheery. And since this blog is a receptacle for my hostile and/or socially unacceptable thoughts and musings, the template's gonna have to change. But I don't have time right now. Maybe on the weekend, which is full of events that I am obliged to go to, um, so I'm gonna be drunk every night or I'm gonna demonstrate incredible discipline by coming home early to work on my diss, not likely. My diss is full of ridiculous run-on sentences like that one and I'm having to fix them before I finish the conclusion and send this fucker out. 5 more months of this


Got sick of the way my blog looked. I think I designed that thing 6 years ago. So yeah, I changed it up in case any one gives a shit since I update nearly never.

I vow to try harder to document my neuroses here on this blog.



I laugh every single fucking time I read this:
I was deluged with so much hate mail, but none of it was political .. . . It was like, ‘‘Gook, chink, cunt. Go back to your country, go back to your country where you came from, you fat pig. Go back to your country you fat pig, you fat dyke. Go back to your country, fat dyke. Fat dyke fat dyke fat dyke—Jesus saves.’’—Margaret Cho, ‘‘Hate Mail From Bush Supporters’’ (2004)