My favourite thing is when people take big books and type long passages out of them for me to sprinkle in my papers…
Such as this guy did with the best book I read this year, John Law’s After Method: Mess in Social Science Research.
When I am researching a paper, I do this as well, and I am going to start posting them online.
Realities are not explained by the practices and beliefs but are instead produced in them. They are produced, and have a life, in relations. (p. 59)
Actor Network Theory summed up in one line!
Also, here are some pictures of people dressed in bannana costumes.
I love bananas!
I can’t leave them alone!
because banana’s ain’t got no bones!
Don’t watch if you can’t stand a thousand f-bombs…
Hot Chip: Boys From School
I listened to this song many times early this summer, and listening to this again is sort of like inviting an old friend over for pie (a weak excuse to revive some blocked, distant trauma).
For some reason, I forgot. I saw the video on The Wedge a while back, and had to strain to remember the melody. I knew it, somewhere inside; never leaving, buried under hope for the future and statistics.
Whatever it was, it rises again to make me feel incredibly sad.
Now this song will have to share a distinct summer at the lake memory and a November blues and christmas lights up-too-early again memory.
APPARENTLY the feud between PARIS HILTON and LINDSEY LOHAN has been heating up…
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(this is blatantly copy and pasted. I did not write a word of it)
Lindsay Lohan has accused her on-again-off-again rival Paris Hilton of hitting her for no reason at a party held at a mutual friend’s house in LA.
Sporting a bruise on her left arm, she made the astonishing claim to a camera crew that was waiting outside her Los Angeles hotel.
She said: “I’m saying this on tape. She hit me for no reason, apparently, at my friend’s house. I didn’t know she would be there and she hit me with a drink and poured it all over me. It hurts and it’s not OK.
“I’m sorry for everyone who thinks I’m crazy but I’m just trying to act.”
The more you know….
For those of you, like me, who are up at this ungodly hour writing about Jack Katz and wishing he never lived (…bastard), here is some night-time post-rock instrumental inspiration, in liquid form.
“late hours, like gray hairs, are among the penalties of success”
I found this nifty little Dissertation Calculator.
This is a note to my PhD cohort: we should each pool 50 bucks or something and the pot goes to the first person to successfully defend (aka: me).
Remember: it is quantity, not quality.