I knew if I just kept sitting down and reading this book and my notes on this book and thinking through the ideas there that eventually I would encounter a thought of my own. The book is Badiou's Ethics and the paper I'm writing on it is for the eyes of none other than the department chair whose disappointed chastisements I've weathered all ( Read more... )

I am not well. It is a good thing I have a doctor for a father and an aspiring doctor for a roommate; if it weren't for them, I'd probably still be shivering in a ball beneath four blankets, two hoodies, a t-shirt, and a tank top. I've been a godawful facebook- and email-responder, a terrible lj friend, and a lackluster student for the past few ( Read more... )

I keep laughing at myself this week. I will literally stop walking and plant my hands on my knees and laugh, not because I've been particularly clever or witty (although I am that now and again), but just because I exist. There is something about existing that, when I am feeling free and human, strikes me as just so fucking hilarious that I can't ( Read more... )

I'm using my desk for the first time since moving into this apartment. I hope to produce some kind of impressive three-page argument on the question in my subject line within the next few hours, thereby entwining this slab of Ikea not-really-wood with academic productivity in my consciousness ( Read more... )