Nov 12, 2009 23:58
Haraway made me remember what a mind-fuck this can be. And remembering I'm in the middle of a book by Baudrillard that critiques Foucault on whom I may take a reading class...
that this can be meaningful without my having to become a militant activist, since I've proved for years I'm no good at that or simply too lazy.
...is there a job where I can read and think, without having to be put on the spot for it? Where is my purpose? The future? I shouldn't run back to the past, tempting as it always is. Next it's time to contribute to society; to become a functioning part of it, no matter how I feel intellectually about capitalism. It's time. Soon.
So where is this thinkingreadingmaybewriting job?