I feel like a million bucks. No, seriously, I do. I just turned in a 20 page paper entitled "The Confluence of the Conversation of Gestures and the Problem of Medium: A Rereading of Meaning and Interpretation in Mead Via the Lens of Plato's
Phaedrus"
If that ain't gold, I don't know what is. Yes, I'm a pretentious academic...glad to see you were paying attention. The colon in a title coupled with the word "confluence" just make everything better. Maybe not better than things with the addition of sock puppets, but let's not quibble over fine points. I have been highly caffeinated in the last couple of days, but not really stacking up in the sleep deprivation race that I had run so many times as an undergraduate. Am I getting older? Is 23 over the hill in terms of all nighters? Or is it me? Maybe, maybe not. Verdict still out, as with so many things. I have lately been pondering many serious decisions regarding my fate, in many senses of the world, and maybe a change is on the horizon for yours truly. We'll see. I just gotta shine this on for a while longer - write some more papers, grade some more papers and exams, etc and so on.
Just thought I'd stop in and say hello. Feel free to say hi back.
Sleep Deprivation Experiments: Deux, Well, Sort of...
I did my presentation in class on censorship yesterday, and allegedly it went well, but I was so cracked out that I couldn't really tell much about it in an objective sense. I was on my 3rd coke of the day at that point. I was working on 3hrs of sleep at that point...and then was trying to pull an all nighter. I grabbed some no doze at the bookstore, and prepared myself. I had some mini drama (what else is new), went to the supermarket, ate some corn and pot pie (I have taken to eating entire bowls of frozen vegetables...yes, I heat them before I eat them), and then settled down to write...by then I was exhausted, so I was going to taken a 20 min power nap, but my cat, Jackson, kept jumping on my head. So I got up, quite irritated about many aspects of the day, and then drove to get some coffee. Came back, had a mini-roommate bonus (none of my roommates are good at roommate bonus. this is not like Colgate posse) until about one, when she went to bed. I shined it on until about 3 or 3:30, then went to bed, because I felt really alert, but incoherent, what with having some coffee and a no doze. I got some genuine sleep last night, like 7 hrs or so...so that I can stay up supa dupa late tonight to keep writing and finish all this noise up. It's due tomorrow at one pm. I've got about 7 pages currently, and some add-ins that make that go to about say, 10 or 12 pages...which is good. I'd settle for 15 pages if it was a possibility. I still need to go to class tonight (free food, good talk care of Caleb), so I'll probably attend (even if it is against my better judgment) because I gotta eat sometime...Wish me luck. The life of an academic is never so exciting when you have to meet with kids to review while you are behind the 8 ball on a paper. Chicken in a bucket, mutha fuck it.
You think you're denying me of something
well I've got plenty
You're the one who's missin out
but you don't notice
Till after 5 years
if you live that long
You'll wake up
all loveless
I dare you
to take me on
I dare you
to show me your palms
I'm so bored
with cowards
that say that they want
and then they can't handle
-- Bjork, "5 Years"
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the big 23 was anti-climactic
i may have shot myself in the foot
ass to be handed to me wednesday
with a paper that still has no words
this isn't kindergarten anymore
professionalism on the line
and a presentation in a few hours
sleep deprivation experiments recommence
and i buy caffeine in pill form, diet coke, antacid
either i will crumble
or rise to the occasion
too much ass in me to give just half
i sho am is.
