I’ve only just realized today that I’ve mixed the dates of Lincoln’s Second Inaugural Address with the Second Amendment. It’s like saying Hitler proclaimed the Holocaust on the Fourth of July. I’m entirely screwed a thousand times over. May Thursday save me by two hundred percent.
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Edit, Sunday 22 November
Still at it, my assuming of this protestant work ethic: I’ve got just about a million names and dates to absorb, but strangely my apparent topic of choice for next year’s dissertation is the least promising/interesting. So far, Gilman’s got six (out of eighteen) pages of repetition, (hopefully) that won’t be me in a week. I’m beginning to side more and more with Marx and Baudrillard’s value system in spite of postmodern theorists; but sometimes it’s conveniently reductive, slightly much (?). After ANU, I thought that I was on the wrong side of theory, taking a much greater interest in Haraway, Mauss, Hobbes etc., as the divergent foundations of social thought rather than a partial exogenesis from the standpoint of fiction, metafiction. However, as I continued to disassemble my shelves and titles, I was left in a deeper predicament than previously thought.
I love what I do, am doing. It all comes together eventually.
Momentarily, everything is perfect- chaos, confusion and all.
