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The more I grow older the more I realize works cited pages are not just "oh look I didn't cheat here's proof" but are also manually crafted recommendations that are probably more relevant than YouTube or Spotify "recommended to you"
thesis grind never stops
Beams on beams. Thesis model is finally complete! 2 days of cutting beams and assembly, needless to say, I can't feel my fingertips.
Hour 2: rewriting entire intro and discussion. Maybe I'll actually learn something
Hour 1: I already took a 10 min nap and drank 4 shots of espresso
Stutter - Marianas Trench
I love stumbling upon random happy songs. #thesisgrind
Another way to encapsulate this is that queer theory sees sexuality as a process rather than a foreclosing identity. This meant that one constantly has to be attending to the action and development of one’s patterns of attachment. What is this object of desire standing for? A straight woman, for example, doesn’t want all men, just some: so why not rethink sexuality as the history of a patterning or style that develops over time, in relation to law, norms, and the accidents and incidents of ordinary life?
Lauren Berlant on Cruel Optimism for Rorotoko, 5 June 2012
So take courage, rest if you must but doooon't stop chewing that Elephant . . . ;)
- wisdom from mama, alluding to a running joke we have where in my very serious work-related despair she asks me how to eat an elephant; I remind her grumpily that I'm a vegetarian/that I'm doing difficult academic work/that I'm not in the business of eating pachyderms . . . she ignores my assholery, triumphantly answering 'one bite at a time!' while I pretend to hate it.