You can tell I'm lonely and procrastinating when....
I update this thing 2 or more times a day.
Research was futile and frustrating. Ok not futile, I found information but I have no idea how I want to narrow my paper down to the scope of a 5 page paper and reading anthropology texts often makes me feel like chucking myself out a window. All I wanted to do was stay at the atelier but instead I got to wade through the texts on primitivism(e). Which I find really interesting but to get to the interesting bits you have to navigate pages upon pages on how they are going to use this one term but it might be considered offensive (read:racist) and then why it could possibly offend every group of people ever to walk the earth, other terms they considered how they are currently used and their history of use, why they deemed that particular term inadequate to describe this particular field of study....
Do you see why the window was looking so inviting???
I decided to finally go and get my hair cut after 2.5 hours of this torture. I...realized too late I couldn't remember half of the words I'd looked up so I'd be able to understand what they were saying (for things like layer, angle, low-maintenance, etc). It went alright but she wasn't James (and by this James I mean my fabulous gay hair dresser from home. you can give him a vague impression of what you want and he just feels it.) I was worried the second she went to comb out my hair to get it ready to cut. James dives in and he gets the look on his face that the people at the atelier do, just utter comfort, familiarity, like his hands have done this a million times so he can let them just do their thing while he uses his whole brain to hold up the creative end. I felt like she had to think to hard with her hands.
I'm making no sense. Did I mention insomnia and I are having an affair again? This will help explain the ramblings.
Research was futile and frustrating. Ok not futile, I found information but I have no idea how I want to narrow my paper down to the scope of a 5 page paper and reading anthropology texts often makes me feel like chucking myself out a window. All I wanted to do was stay at the atelier but instead I got to wade through the texts on primitivism(e). Which I find really interesting but to get to the interesting bits you have to navigate pages upon pages on how they are going to use this one term but it might be considered offensive (read:racist) and then why it could possibly offend every group of people ever to walk the earth, other terms they considered how they are currently used and their history of use, why they deemed that particular term inadequate to describe this particular field of study....
Do you see why the window was looking so inviting???
I decided to finally go and get my hair cut after 2.5 hours of this torture. I...realized too late I couldn't remember half of the words I'd looked up so I'd be able to understand what they were saying (for things like layer, angle, low-maintenance, etc). It went alright but she wasn't James (and by this James I mean my fabulous gay hair dresser from home. you can give him a vague impression of what you want and he just feels it.) I was worried the second she went to comb out my hair to get it ready to cut. James dives in and he gets the look on his face that the people at the atelier do, just utter comfort, familiarity, like his hands have done this a million times so he can let them just do their thing while he uses his whole brain to hold up the creative end. I felt like she had to think to hard with her hands.
I'm making no sense. Did I mention insomnia and I are having an affair again? This will help explain the ramblings.