When Not Sleeping

[radiantmephit]

I woke up in the middle of the night and couldn't get back to sleep because I was upset about work. Isn't that odd? The one problem with when everything is connected is that you can't ever disengage.

I mean, when I was a kid, if I woke up upset I think I would just find a book and get lost in the make-believe. But in my life now, I can't just read

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[radiantmephit]

You would! How come you can't be my theory fairy and sit upon my shoulder in my classes?

[cklarock]

Best. Mental Image. Evar.

[radiantmephit]

Yes, though the more I think about it, the more I wonder if it wouldn't be pretty distracting having a fairy on your shoulder for theory discussions. It's hard enough to stay focused as it is.

[clevermanka]

I probably ought to just be content with five hours of sleep, since I'm going to need 18 waking hours a day to keep up.

Might as well get used to it. Once the kid arrives, you'll be lucky to get those five hours.

[cklarock]

Okay, in all seriousness, that sentence means nothing at all. Good luck squeezing the dish water of ideas out of that rag of abstraction. Maybe Natalie will write you some Cliffs Notes, or translate it into direct language?

Or maybe . . . just maybe, when you're really astonishingly sleep deprived, after four or five pages it all starts making sense, like your brain stepped through the wardrobe into Social Theory Narnia where phrases like "sex as the site or surface upon which it acts" turn into talking animals and a giant lion named Bordieu talks like Tim Gunn, raises the dead and dresses very well.

[radiantmephit]

Hey! That reminds me, yesterday I read a glowing review on one of my academic fashion blogs of Tim Gunn's new book that is just out: Gunn's Golden Rules.

It promises to warm the cold hard cockles of my sleep-deprived heart!

Edit: Oh poo, I meant to reply to CK's comment, not comment on my own silly post.

[cklarock]

Yeah, I totally want to get it. I bet he doesn't say shit like "then the design, by its construction, ends up presuming itself as the unconstructed and so concedes the limits of sartorial constructivism, inadvertently circumscribing that which remains un-drapable within the terms of construction."

Actually, that really does sound like an art review. Guh.

[radiantmephit]

That totally does sound like an art review. It's like your consciousness was scarred by exposure to it, such that you will never fully evade the psychic echoes of critique babble.

And, in the discipline of Women's Studies, critique can cause a little permanent crazy. A la Natalia! What else explains that starry-eyed giddiness? :)

[cklarock]

I was going to say "early childhood head trauma," but that would imply there is something wrong with SuperNat, which as you all know I would never do.

Therefore I will suggest, "an auspicious birth, southern food and the love of a good woman."