I need to write a paper by Friday.
So obviously this means that I will instead get around to posting something here on the interblognetospherejournal and try to forget the fact that Hayy the Son of Yaqzan exists, and the fact that I have to delve into the meaning of his odd little Crusoe-before-Crusoe adventure of enlightenment, repatriation, expatriation, disillusionment, and re-enlightenment and what that means for political philosophy for twenty damned pages. Ahem.
I whinge, and I bitch a little, but to be perfectly honest the last paper I wrote I ended up really enjoying, and it showed in my writing enough that my professor (Herr Doktor Müller) noticed it and commented on it and enjoyed it as well. So here I am, a master, if you will, of my craft, more or less, about to plunge into philosophical meanderings--something that I can do with the best of 'em, I confess--and I am still going to avoid it for a few more minutes and write here that I don't want to do it even though, deep down in the darkest corners of my heart, I know I'll enjoy it.
And with that enjoyment, of course, comes the fear that my prose will be a little too enthusiastic, a little too interesting and off-the-cuff, and will not get a favourable reaction from my professors (two of them, in this case).
But you know something? You know something? I'm going to do it anyway, because just because I am writing acadamic doesn't mean that I have to write like a boring fart. So I guess I should get on that, eh wot?
I whinge, and I bitch a little, but to be perfectly honest the last paper I wrote I ended up really enjoying, and it showed in my writing enough that my professor (Herr Doktor Müller) noticed it and commented on it and enjoyed it as well. So here I am, a master, if you will, of my craft, more or less, about to plunge into philosophical meanderings--something that I can do with the best of 'em, I confess--and I am still going to avoid it for a few more minutes and write here that I don't want to do it even though, deep down in the darkest corners of my heart, I know I'll enjoy it.
And with that enjoyment, of course, comes the fear that my prose will be a little too enthusiastic, a little too interesting and off-the-cuff, and will not get a favourable reaction from my professors (two of them, in this case).
But you know something? You know something? I'm going to do it anyway, because just because I am writing acadamic doesn't mean that I have to write like a boring fart. So I guess I should get on that, eh wot?