Nov 02, 2006 09:47
Current deskscape: term paper from 2003; one novel, one lit crit modernism book, one poco book; one cute little gift-from-Chaz notebook with a "GEE!! I Wish I Were A Man - I'd Join The NAVY" U.S. Navy recruitment poster cover; half-finished letter to Grandma; 2 back issues Bitch magazine; letter from the Bank of America (isn't that a hilarious name? I like banking there mostly because of the name); random health care plan information that I have been meaning to read; coffee cup.
Thanks for the varying pep talks, dudes. Yesterday's post was a bit of a self-motivator: put it down in public and then you'll be more inclined to actually do it. You know? But I do appreciate the orders, dispensations, advice, and lack of punches to the head.
For all the thesis-writers (thesis-ers? thesers!) I must highlight this lovely bit from lovey Bliss:
"You just spewed out your entire concept of the world into your dissertation. The little bit that was left was used up writing your abstract."
This is true. The abstract is the hardest part to write. And it's the only part more than five people will ever read. Did that sound bitter? It wasn't intended that way. I actually took the general obscurity of theses in general as something of a comfort. Plus, as Wise Dr. Supervisor told me, the thesis isn't the last thing you'll ever write on your topic (well, it might be, but it doesn't have to be). It is the beginning of a body of work that you will continue to develop. I swear this is one of the most useful things anyone told me about thesis-ing.
One of the hard parts about living here is my lack of field-specific academic community / support crew / drinking buddies. Maude bless this here internet thingamabob.