When Not Sleeping
I woke up in the middle of the night and couldn't get back to sleep because I was upset about work. Isn't that odd? The one problem with when everything is connected is that you can't ever disengage.
I mean, when I was a kid, if I woke up upset I think I would just find a book and get lost in the make-believe. But in my life now, I can't just read fiction. Time spent reading fiction is time not spent reading Bourdieu. Or Butler.
So I got up and started reading Butler. And this is what that means:
"The radical constructivist position has tended to produce the premise that both refutes and confirms its own enterprise. If such a theory cannot take account of sex as the site or surface on which it acts, then it ends up presuming sex as the unconstructed and so concedes the limits of linguistic constructivism, inadvertently circumscribing that which remains unaccountable within the terms of construction."
OK, and that is just one sentence. Imagine approximately 500 more sentences like that, and you've got what I turn to in the middle of the night instead of a good fiction book. Which may explain why I'm still awake. Because the time it takes to make sense of something like that means that I probably ought to just be content with five hours of sleep, since I'm going to need 18 waking hours a day to keep up.
I mean, when I was a kid, if I woke up upset I think I would just find a book and get lost in the make-believe. But in my life now, I can't just read fiction. Time spent reading fiction is time not spent reading Bourdieu. Or Butler.
So I got up and started reading Butler. And this is what that means:
"The radical constructivist position has tended to produce the premise that both refutes and confirms its own enterprise. If such a theory cannot take account of sex as the site or surface on which it acts, then it ends up presuming sex as the unconstructed and so concedes the limits of linguistic constructivism, inadvertently circumscribing that which remains unaccountable within the terms of construction."
OK, and that is just one sentence. Imagine approximately 500 more sentences like that, and you've got what I turn to in the middle of the night instead of a good fiction book. Which may explain why I'm still awake. Because the time it takes to make sense of something like that means that I probably ought to just be content with five hours of sleep, since I'm going to need 18 waking hours a day to keep up.