here’s the neverending story of my life: really, really dirty hair.
tonight was a beautiful night. i would give up a lot of vital life-things before i would ever give up drinking beers outside, especially after an evening class that was a little bit infuriating. yes, okay, it is a given that librarians are taken for granted and that a lot of people have no idea what they actually do (see: “you have to have a graduate degree to do that?” and just imagine my dreamy-dream response, which probably involves really cool things like “dumb jerk” and “ridiculous choad”) but i cannot fathom how clueless some people are and continue to be.
not really talking about one person, you know, but i suppose who i am referring to could best be generalized as: everybody. my frustrations are vague/valid/both.
and being in an english class reminds me of the totally crazy shit that would come up in pretty much every literature or writing class i took in college:
- intentional fallacy
- the male gaze
- “creepy”
- spooling/unspooling
- sign/signified
- liminality
- mirror theory
- the sublime
- PLACE
horseshit.
i really think the best thing i learned from all that was how to do research, and well, look where i am right now. writing a passionately vulgar blog entry about it.
