At the end of the year. This year was pretty crappy for the most part. Russell lost his job, and I was getting about 18 hours a week at Target in addition to being yelled at regularly. I found jobs here and there, though always without enough money even for rent. There was a lot of borrowing from my family, accompanied by judgment and unhelpful ( Read more... )

I am going through some anger...things. So here's another thing that pissed me off!

Last week I read a piece in Slate by Ron Rosenbaum about how Hannah Arendt is a NAZI!!! because of her relationship with Heidegger. Ugh. The piece was a real hatchet job. Basically, because of her relationship to Heidegger, everything she *ever* said is laced with ( Read more... )

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I've left several online feminist communities in my time, for mostly the same reason. The discussion exits the realm of reasoned discussion and enters the land of radical dick swinging. Most notably, I was once accused of being a rape apologist because I suggested some guy selling a t-shirt with a mildly offensive joke shouldn't be *legally ( Read more... )

I find myself at an impasse. Alcestis is a totally baffling play. Perhaps another read will do the trick.

I sometimes spend a few weeks thinking about a topic, and then, when I think about writing about it, I get sort of discouraged. I think that since I'm not expert, and haven't devoted time or money to studying it I am not allowed to write about it. I'm not sure where that thought came from. I kind of remember being at St. John's and some tutors ( Read more... )

Dream notes: Last night a tidal wave and escaping. running for high ground
Running around with a group of people looking for a home, finding each place occupied and not being welcome. The last place we checked was near a big forest, and Chuck Norris had turned it into a giant ranch for himself.

My brain is weird.

Reading isn't working. Russell got hungry and so I went and made him some food and it kind of killed my ambition to sift through this pile of book I created. I miss having my bookshelf like, IMMEDIATELY next to my bed, facing it, even though that was horrible for other reasons. (Namely, living in a room that was so tiny my bed and my bookshelf had ( Read more... )

I periodically get extreme intellectual butterflyism. It's a bit like staring into a fridge, hungry and indecisive. I sort of have a vague idea of what it is I'm looking for. Something about aesthetics and/or art (not correcting my misuse of either term would be appreciated) but not fluffy feel-goodery or religious. I have a few possibilities, and ( Read more... )

I have finally been writing again, painful as it is. I am editing/making intelligible some of the things I've written recently. As promised, here is a list of the things I wished to think on and write about. If you wish to comment, abscond with or elaborate upon any of these, please do; though some are about me specifically ( Read more... )