the wait is over (almost)
Yesterday my PhD examiners' reports arrived in the mail with a nice letter from the university explaining that it will be another 3-4 weeks before I get my final recommendation from the chair of examiners. In Griffith Uni language those weeks may turn to months, but at least I know that I unofficially got a 1 (no revisions to be made) and a 2.1 (some minor typographical/grammatical changes to be made). It's up to the chairperson to decide whether changes should be made and, if so, which ones.
Both reports were quite enthusiastic about the dissertation, which was nice. And both examiners wondered why I didn't link techne-technology to science, but that was largely my fault for not hammering home that techne is a term of art, not science (episteme).
I sent out the good vibes to everyone yesterday (only one friend was rude enough to ask "what next?") and headed off to dinner at Tomatos in Rosalie with my mum, my sister, sal_lyh, and two bottles of clare valley/mornington peninsula shiraz. I'm still feeling very happy, and for some obscure reason unbeknownst to myself I keep on picking up my guitar and rocking out. I'm just happy to excess I guess. Analyse that.
Thanks to those vibes I sent out yesterday, I got an email from a certain someone at a certain law/philosophy journal asking if I'd be a referee now that I have accrued that precious "unofficial PhD" medal. It was a funny little twist, but it has occured to me that most of the monarchists in the student body end up studying Law, so it should come as no surprise that those who put their trust in monikers like "PhD" would also be tenured there. Of course, casuistry intervened and I accepted the offer. If it wasn't casuisitry it was my damnable esoteric sense of duty.
I've also got more articles 'out there', two actually. Hopefully they'll meet welcome fates.
~Niveau
Both reports were quite enthusiastic about the dissertation, which was nice. And both examiners wondered why I didn't link techne-technology to science, but that was largely my fault for not hammering home that techne is a term of art, not science (episteme).
I sent out the good vibes to everyone yesterday (only one friend was rude enough to ask "what next?") and headed off to dinner at Tomatos in Rosalie with my mum, my sister, sal_lyh, and two bottles of clare valley/mornington peninsula shiraz. I'm still feeling very happy, and for some obscure reason unbeknownst to myself I keep on picking up my guitar and rocking out. I'm just happy to excess I guess. Analyse that.
Thanks to those vibes I sent out yesterday, I got an email from a certain someone at a certain law/philosophy journal asking if I'd be a referee now that I have accrued that precious "unofficial PhD" medal. It was a funny little twist, but it has occured to me that most of the monarchists in the student body end up studying Law, so it should come as no surprise that those who put their trust in monikers like "PhD" would also be tenured there. Of course, casuistry intervened and I accepted the offer. If it wasn't casuisitry it was my damnable esoteric sense of duty.
I've also got more articles 'out there', two actually. Hopefully they'll meet welcome fates.
~Niveau