Sorta poem

[mrs_ladybug]

This is just a sorta poem that has been working itself around my head. Really it's just ideas that I wrote down as they came to me so don't expect much. I even thought of creating a new LJ for this sorta thing, as this sort of thinking come often to me, in the name of anomie_jane but I didn't. Anyway, here it is.

Comments

[durgablue]

I probably just got a cynical bug from discussing publishing, making an career niche and such earlier. I just don't think I can write and publish just for my career.

Why not? They bloody published Geertz and his writing is barely readable!

[mrs_ladybug]

I actually like Geertz. I really enjoy his writting style but that's just me and I can see how it can be a pain. Anyway. My point was more that I can't just do it for a "career". I want to investigate, learn, write and publish about things I find valuable and when I have something important to say or contribute to human/anthropological knowledge. To me it's not a (forgive me) fucking job. I hate to think that what I see as my future life's work will as a career be no different than working in a factory, as a programmer or a nurse. "Lets do this and this and you need to have this done by here and ya have this quota to fill or you won't get a raise, ahead, or a break." *sigh* I understand that this is part of it as it is at least partly an economic pursuit but ...i don't know. Even when I take a job in the future, it will primarily to support my own endevors. Ya know, this is even part of the reason that I like Geertz...after learning more about him and reading his auto-obituary...I want that sort of thing not the kind where I'm