A worthless post from the library
I think I should get something like a homesteader’s stake in the library, what with all the time I’ve spent here of late. The PC lab in the basement is like a second home. I can’t explain it, but I just like it.
Well, yeah, things are in fairly good shape. All I have now (and by “now,” I mean in one sense the quarter, and in another, my life at Northwestern) is to write my thesis. So for my thesis-writing class, I have to produce a partial draft. Okay. I’m on it. Oh, and I have to take a final in a class I’m P/N’ing, but that’s just a footnote (ahahhaha thesis humor! okay no).
So who are my friends these days? Emile Durkheim, Stanley Tambiah, Georg Simmel, Victor Turner, Arnold van Gennep, J.L. Austen, Jack Goody… yeah, these cats can party.
And what I was thinking… was that you forgot #2.
So this is what the life of a studious Asian is like…
I spent many hours in the library today. I do feel that my productivity ratio (work:time) should be higher, but given the amount of time I’m investing, I’m still producing a high output. So it’s okay, I guess.
One thing I’m learning about this thesis stuff: it’s kinda hard to just say things you think. I attribute it to two reasons:
- My silly desire to cite everything and research too much.
- My lack of appreciation for how hard it to take raw data and abstract ideas from it. It is much easier to criticize what someone else has already done.
But you know what? I’m up for a challenge.
Yes Mary, I like you. I always have. I never knew this was in question.
At some point, I’ve got to ask myself: if everyone else is being “oversensitive,” perhaps I’m being “insensitive.”