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Buñuel and Truffaut are growing on me.
Got 7-8 hours of sleep and it felt great.
grades: hay , hay, haymy. Don't feel too ecstatic because one course was a bit of a joke (the one I was worried about), another was very easy,but a good excuse to practice some basic skills and let me worry about other things, and Social theory was the haymy, which I don't mind at t'all.
Checked out the first Foucault book. It's tough. Have had to read some paragraphs 3 times and have only a very vague idea of what is going on. The prefaces and introductions by other people made more sense, and I toy with the idea of using the generalized, cliff note conclusions in those prefaces and intros. to start writing my paper. Then again I haven't finished chapter one. This might not be the book I use, though it is extremely pertinent to one of the three films I'm studying.
The title is (approximately, it's changed each publishing) "A History of Madness". At some point society determined it was a good idea to create a categorization "crazy" and "unreasonable", and started tossing people into wards in ways that bypassed judicial or police practices in the name of science and treatment. I haven't gotten there in the book, but apparently this is after some dungeons and leper colonies were ended. For some reason, what this book wants to explore, is why this rift of sane and insane, reason and unreason, was created and why it was this category that underwent scientific "treatment" and "study" instead of other groups of people (some examples of the book and mine: criminals, people with different sexual practices, political or religious ideology). Western society successfully took a section of society and discredited it (which wasn't the case in the renaissance, when madness could be linked to devine insight to God's reason) and dominated it by locking it away and studying it as an "unnatural" "ailed" or "incorrect" worldview.
Reunion is heartwarming and depressing and the same time. I don't have a student worker shirt because I work in an office, not the reunion itself, so I feel doubly like an intruder at the alumni events. I'd enjoy myself more if I wasn't always feeling out of place.
Marx said something about work becoming depersonalized in the sense that workers having nothing to show for their work (I don't make the entire teapot or table, I make a piece, or turn the factory handle). That's how I feel at work. I structure my day around 8 hours of work. What gets me is that it is is really more than 8 hours if you consider the routines and repercussions of those 8 hours: "i can't stay up late, I must get up." "Lunch is an hour long, I must create a meal and eat it in that time". "I am paid N, I can't spend more than X per meal". Work is a spectre that haunts every day of survival and comfort.
The scabs from falling off the bike are still unsightly. Moreso than right after the spill. I thought sunlight was good for them, but maybe the plasma dries before it can cover areas missing skin, giving it no foundation. That's How I imagine healing works, but what do I know.
I'm a puppy dog. I really wish I wasn't and am trying to convince myself to earnestly drop it. There's too much uncertainty.
I can't decide on a direction for my script and am considering abandoning it. perhaps I should just write something shitty to just get started.