24 More Hours

Time Left: 24 More Hours

Pages Done: 6.5 pages. At least 8.5 more.

Snow count: Tons.

Food count: 1x microwaveable lagsane, 1x Steph's tasty biscuits, 1x Steph's crab biscuits, 1x bowl of cereal with mistakenly bought low fat milk (UGH) and Nx water (where N is not that much).

i.e., thank you Stephano.

頑張ります.

Have Not Written A Word

I have 48 hours to write 2 papers. 15 pages at least.

It will be done.

In Retaliation

Conversation with Steph about Allegory of the Cave:

it’s like virginity la.
I think it’s a better allegory
Allegory of the Hymen
Yea
at first you lead a sexless life
wandering around silly-ly
and maybe you watch porn
imitation
and then you have sex for the first time
at first it’s painful and disorienting
and then you cannot accept that this is sex
and you are like omg
but then after a while you get used to it
and you can’t go back to your virgin state anymore
porn doesn’t make sense anymore
when you have found the Truth

I personally think it's a much better allegory than the cave. But I guess Plato wouldn't have known it since he didn't have a hymen.

Or did he? What is an author?

OK enough.

Colt1210 Fail

Alcibiades?? Seriously??? And the sonnets again?

And now I know it's Geog WILHELM Friedrich Hegel and FREAKING FRANTZ FANON. Useful information indeed.

WIN ALREADY. But I can't afford to linger.

Onto HAMLET

Finals

Stupid COLT 1210 Final tomorrow - 10 identification questions, cumulative i.e. read and remember everything we did this semester. Started yesterday, been reading Jacques Derriblah, Kant the C*nt, Spitvak, Hegel Bagel, Plato Potato, Aristotle the Turtle - all my old enemies of the semester. But have already forgotten .

All jumbled up inside. Allegory of the Cave, stare at sun, eyes painful, unable to adjust to new knowledge etc. Speech is son, writing is orphan. Patricide. Pharmakon. Remedy. Poison. One is not born a woman but rather, becomes one. Lesbians are not women. Beauty. Judgment. Taste. Interest. Master and Slave. Consciousness. No violence, still slave. Commitment. Inside and outside. Form. There is no outside of the text? Sun. Heliotrope. Turning around the sun. Metaphor. And Metonymy. Signifier and Signified. Literature before resistance, or resistance before Literature? Subaltern. Can they speak?

And I've been borderline so I need an A on this final. Win already.

Steph and Nick have gone home so I have usurped the former's room. Conclusion is solitude doesn't guarantee productivity. Sounds emo but I am not, just quite saturated with a whole lot of nonsense in brain. Ah. I think, I am. Je pense, donc je suis. I am sitting here, in front of Steph's reading light, typing this. But how should I know that I am typing this? Because I think. No, nobody can deny that I am thinking. Therefore I must exist. What about the tasty biscuits in front of me? My senses tell me they are there. Therefore I judge that they are there.

But ah, judgment. Kant. One judges that the sun is beautiful, but not because one has an interest in it. Free beauty, or something. Purposiveness without purpose.

But purposiveness without purpose? Committed art? Form within and content without. Doesn't it suck then? Reactionary writers?

But writing. Orphan. Pharmakon. Poison. They shouldn't give us books then, for this class, since writing makes us false wise men and women.

But do men and women exist? Social construct? What is a lesbian if not a woman or man? Marx - the "people" fight for their groups, not for themselves. No subjects. Women not encouraged to do their own thingamajig. Divisive. They belong to men. So women think - wth. Less individualism better? With divisions come classes? Homosexuals inferior to heterosexuals because of divisions?

History of sexuality. Speech. Power exerts itself by discourse. Labels, categories, assigned.

Power not in the hands of one. Pervasive power. Institutions.

Yawn. enough.

In the meantime, other things swirling in my mind along with the rest of the trash: rara aaa, romaromama, gaga ohlala...

First Snow

First snow of the year, and I had the misfortune to discover it only when I ran out in shorts to the gym. Bloody tree outside my window, blocks everything from sight. But luckily that was before it was gross and slushy, so I wasn't that cold or wet.

Everything's covered in the purest white. How pretty. I like it when it's all white. The Rock looks better that way. Everything seems to look better. Until it becomes ice, that is.

I'm gonna miss Brown so much when I graduate sigh.

Strike

Hello, hello, back from Montreal, thrown back into a a flurry of work and papers (bloody colt1210) until 22nd Dec (somebody's birthday...) when road trip will commence!! Can't wait!!

But till then...20 pages of writing, 2 final exams and 1 oral exam to go. I want to go on strike! I don't want to face my potential Bs ughhh Good luck everybody

Mindy: Didn't take any photos, waiting for my friend the official photographer to upload them on facebook haha. Though she didn't take many either - the weather was kind of shitty when we were there.