Do you know, I just realized, I haven't the foggiest idea what your field is? Is it Literature, Classics, History? I know you're a professor, but of what? Inquiring women from across the pond want to know, or at least this one does.
Re: I'm a strict interdisciplinarian. Very strict.sphinxvictorianNovember 13 2007, 19:13:48 UTC
Ooh, I'm not sure you should be telling me this ;) ! Seriously, though, I am also a strict interdisciplinarian, so I understand completely. Sorry to be so nosy, I'm afraid I rather embody the full saying, "Curiosity killed the cat, but satisfaction brought him back." So I'm justly killed, but I still have eight lives left ;).
The scent of blood sometimes drives 'em into a frenzy, y'know...sensaesNovember 13 2007, 19:42:15 UTC
*G* No worries.
Last night's nonsense aside, somewhere "out there" is a collaborative paper called The Postmodernist's Pedagogical Toolkit with a section that deals with this stuff. (It's a bit dated now, and not very good, but the relevant passage - "Private Obfuscation in Public Places" - may be worth revising for the next generation of eager beavers who underestimate the human element when it comes to splashing themselves all over the 'Net.)
Re: The scent of blood sometimes drives 'em into a frenzy, y'know...sphinxvictorianNovember 13 2007, 22:19:27 UTC
I'd be interested in reading that, if you ever track it down, and so would my partner Lija. She wrestles with the whole online/offline persona thing, since she writes fiction that is published on the 'Net.
Oh look! 67.159.44.138sensaesNovember 14 2007, 01:57:34 UTC
Chicago twat redux!
Y'know, there's a line of thought (often expressed to me by those with a smidgen less patience than I happen to be blessed with) which goes something like this:
"It's a moron. You shouldn't encourage it."
Now, overall, I think they're probably right. But you know what? My charitable nature knows no bounds.
It's almost a social handicap in some ways. There'll I be, going about my business, and I'll see some poor wretch, struggling to string a sentence together in order to...oh, I don't know...buy itself a Pot Noodle, or something.
It'll be dribbling a lot, looking confused. Often, it's peed its trousers in its over-excitement at being faced with the outside world, and may have tears of embarrassment flowing down its grubby little cheeks. Quite pitiful.
However, it's no skin off my nose to lend a hand, point out that it's trying to pay for its purchase with six Lego bricks and a couple of plastic bottle tops...
After all, there but for the grace of God...go you.
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I try to keep that sort of nonsense under my (many) hats.
It's bad enough when worlds collide on here, and bits and pieces of my research interests slip out...
;o)
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Last night's nonsense aside, somewhere "out there" is a collaborative paper called The Postmodernist's Pedagogical Toolkit with a section that deals with this stuff. (It's a bit dated now, and not very good, but the relevant passage - "Private Obfuscation in Public Places" - may be worth revising for the next generation of eager beavers who underestimate the human element when it comes to splashing themselves all over the 'Net.)
;o)
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Y'know, there's a line of thought (often expressed to me by those with a smidgen less patience than I happen to be blessed with) which goes something like this:
"It's a moron. You shouldn't encourage it."
Now, overall, I think they're probably right. But you know what? My charitable nature knows no bounds.
It's almost a social handicap in some ways. There'll I be, going about my business, and I'll see some poor wretch, struggling to string a sentence together in order to...oh, I don't know...buy itself a Pot Noodle, or something.
It'll be dribbling a lot, looking confused. Often, it's peed its trousers in its over-excitement at being faced with the outside world, and may have tears of embarrassment flowing down its grubby little cheeks. Quite pitiful.
However, it's no skin off my nose to lend a hand, point out that it's trying to pay for its purchase with six Lego bricks and a couple of plastic bottle tops...
After all, there but for the grace of God...go you.
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Splendid.
Here's another reminder of your past idiocy, ideationbaby:
( ... )
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I'll have a poke around in the archives for it...
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