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knit me more time...
Tuesday, March 08, 2005
what more do people want from me?

Today has been a particularly demanding day. Right now, though, I am enjoying a wonderful cold New Glarus Squirrel Nut Brown beer in a chilled glass, and the sarcasm of Keith Olberman. All I wanted to do today was simply go to class, work, pick up & hang out with my little sister, and spend the evening curled up with Pierre Bourdieu. What I got instead was a day that has left me wanting to cry from emotional exhaustion. Let's see- where do I begin? - a tool-ish discussion in class today about an ethnographic article (which I thought was pretty good) whose research focused on objects and how they tie work organization together. So, what do people in class discussion do? Suggest the analysis should have been of people (missing the objects point altogether) and likening this ethnography (and perhaps all ethnography) to editorializing. I gave up the discussion at a certain point. Enough said. - work was particularly demanding of my website-updating and event-announcing savvy. 3 hours went by in what felt like 15 frantic minutes. - While I have wallowed in the torture of not having funding (not being independently wealthy or endowed with high enough GRE scores for a fellowship) to the point of serious consideration of dropping out of grad school many times, I have too much funding for the fall. Not that I should complain about this at all- but maybe this is one of those "be careful what you wish for" lessons? I know I feel all special and stuff but could having too much funding present any more potential complications? - missed one bus (not my fault- work was too busy) and was home for a whole crazy 7 minutes (feeding ignored cats and scooping the litter) before picking up my little sister. -hanging out with her was fine- but there's nothing like feeling like crap for a couple hours that you upset a friend, and then finding out everything is okay, to through you for a loop. Okay. So, now that I write about it it doesn't seem so terrible. But, it felt pretty terrible at the time. Now, back to my beer.

posted by knit wit | 3/08/2005 07:21:00 PM

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