One day I will remember to actually update this thing when cool stuff happens, but as it is I keep forgetting to do so. I go home in about a week to work on a house and finish writing my essays and proposals--not exactly how I'd like to spend my Christmas vacation but I don't have much of a choice in the matter; time's short and I'd rather not ( Read more... )

One of the things about the internet and why it is interesting is that it makes it easier for a band to find fans. At least, that's the theory ( Read more... )

For whatever reason I feel the need to let you all know out there that I am still alive, still working on about three different things at once (MA thesis proposal, PhD thesis proposal, Metafictional Experiments essay/reading list) and it is kicking my ass ( Read more... )

So today involved spending more time at the library because, well, that's just what I do now during the week (National Library is closed on weekends (boo!, I say! Boo to this awful policy!)). So I spent my time up there, finished reading The Raw Shark Texts and the rest of the relevant stuff in Writing and Difference and dove into MetafictionI ( Read more... )

I feel it in the back of my head, tickling insistently. It is insanity, or from another standpoint, it is inspiration ( Read more... )

Uh.

I guess it's been a while, hasn't it? There have been a few things that are 'of note' which have occurred, but we'll keep it to a few bullet points just for the sake of simplicity:

First, The Imaginarium of Doctor Parnassus is lovely. Absolutely one of the best films I have had the pleasure of watching in a long time, and not just because ( Read more... )

So I decided today that I would read House of Leaves again instead of getting through any of the books I need to read for my next seminar. I don't regret this decision one bit.

Oh, and I am going to see The Imaginarium of Doctor Parnassus on Tuesday. Normally I would not, but it's fucking Tom Waits playing the devil! Tom Waits ( Read more... )

That's right kids, I've finished my essay, edited it four times by now, and am all ready to turn it in tomorrow. A grand victory, a fine way to ensure that I am ready and able to get sleep tonight.

Ha! Had you going, didn't I?

No, of course now I can worry incessantly over whether or not I did the right thing, whether my argument is as sound ( Read more... )

Totally, totally remember how to do this thing. The essay writing, I mean.

Not quite done, but so damn close that I can probably finish it tomorrow. Life is awesome.

Well, we come to it at last, people. I have done my research, and I have multiple pages of notes and quotes and the like, and I have gone through books of poems to pick out ones I can use for my devious ends, and finally, finally, I am prepared to Do This Thing, which is to write five thousand words of pure and utter brilliance in a week ( Read more... )