nirinia: (xkcd)
Could really be good at this hermit thing I've got going. I read (currently more Bolaño than American History), eat, drink litres of water, play some PS3, play with the monster dog, post the occasional update on Facebook on my lack of academic prowess, eat some more. And I have a face mask I need to get rid of, so by the end of the exam period, I'll hopefully have really great skin.

Can't bring myself to read The Original of Laura edition I have, it's too pretty to spoil. I'll wait for a paperback, or it to go on sale and buy a second one. We partied ridiculously on Saturday: too drunk, too tired to do much, enough booze and coffee to stay up all night. We did stay up far too long, I think we slept a collective half hour. At some point I held court in bed, I think I was fully clothed, or hope I was. Very heart-felt conversations with lovely people, and then a pathetic discussion with a very nerdy boy of 14 (I don't think he was 14, he might have been 16, or 18, even) about discipline. He could not argue to save his drunken hide, so I promptly informed him that he could return to talk to me when he had learned to think. Harr, harr. We had far too much fun with scathing remarks, and I was in horrific form from having bitten my tongue for weeks. It ended in a cuddle-fest of a naschpiel. Everyone piled into bed, and got up hungover and miserable a few sleepless hours later, with sprained arms and stiff necks.

*Naschpiel, a word for after-party. Alcohol and coffee pre-requisites, sofas and good music almost as crucial.

Where I rant about an epiphany )
nirinia: (xkcd)
Could really be good at this hermit thing I've got going. I read (currently more Bolaño than American History), eat, drink litres of water, play some PS3, play with the monster dog, post the occasional update on Facebook on my lack of academic prowess, eat some more. And I have a face mask I need to get rid of, so by the end of the exam period, I'll hopefully have really great skin.

Can't bring myself to read The Original of Laura edition I have, it's too pretty to spoil. I'll wait for a paperback, or it to go on sale and buy a second one. We partied ridiculously on Saturday: too drunk, too tired to do much, enough booze and coffee to stay up all night. We did stay up far too long, I think we slept a collective half hour. At some point I held court in bed, I think I was fully clothed, or hope I was. Very heart-felt conversations with lovely people, and then a pathetic discussion with a very nerdy boy of 14 (I don't think he was 14, he might have been 16, or 18, even) about discipline. He could not argue to save his drunken hide, so I promptly informed him that he could return to talk to me when he had learned to think. Harr, harr. We had far too much fun with scathing remarks, and I was in horrific form from having bitten my tongue for weeks. It ended in a cuddle-fest of a naschpiel. Everyone piled into bed, and got up hungover and miserable a few sleepless hours later, with sprained arms and stiff necks.

*Naschpiel, a word for after-party. Alcohol and coffee pre-requisites, sofas and good music almost as crucial.

Where I rant about an epiphany )

ARGH!

May. 11th, 2009 07:26 pm
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'In Trinity Term 2009 the Postcolonial Seminar will host authors Caryl Phillips and J.M. Coetzee.' (Oxford's English Faculty)

AAAARGH! They get a lecture from Coetzee. They have the central published academics on his works, there. Why am I not there? Boehmer has written specifically about Disgrace. Oh, and there's Bradshaw, especially interested in Modernism, Eliot and Woolf. And there's a Dr Eltis, with an interest in Wilde. Wilde! The author of The Literature Police teaches at Oxford.

What do I get? One professor that lists narratology, Woolf, modernism, postmodernism as his research interests. One. *headdesk*

Conclusion: I need to go read philosophy, and get my arse to Oxford.

ARGH!

May. 11th, 2009 07:26 pm
nirinia: (Default)
'In Trinity Term 2009 the Postcolonial Seminar will host authors Caryl Phillips and J.M. Coetzee.' (Oxford's English Faculty)

AAAARGH! They get a lecture from Coetzee. They have the central published academics on his works, there. Why am I not there? Boehmer has written specifically about Disgrace. Oh, and there's Bradshaw, especially interested in Modernism, Eliot and Woolf. And there's a Dr Eltis, with an interest in Wilde. Wilde! The author of The Literature Police teaches at Oxford.

What do I get? One professor that lists narratology, Woolf, modernism, postmodernism as his research interests. One. *headdesk*

Conclusion: I need to go read philosophy, and get my arse to Oxford.
nirinia: (Default)
"You haven't picked up your obligatory assignment. One thing you should
note from that is that you tend to produce a lot of sentences which
aren't really complete sentences (with subjects and verbs at the very
least). In English as in Norwegian complete sentences are expected
between two full stops. Otherwise it's better to put a comma, or
sometimes a colon."

Direct copypaste from a mail from the Varieties of English Texts lecturer. My fragments are coming back to haunt me. I can't help it, I love fragments. I cannot do without them in writing. And he obviously thinks I'm an imbecile, lecturing me not only on complete sentences, but commas and colons! Colons, commas; this coming from the man that speaks with the glorious accent of 'wtf, is it supposed to resemble RP?' Gods, he thinks I'm daft. I need to drag myself by the scruff of the neck, kicking and screaming, into the land of complete sentences. At least when I write essays.

Part of the problem is that I read authors that favour the same style. Bolano is horrid: he ignores all rules of conventional grammar for the sake of it; his sentences are known to span pages. Then there's Woolf, and Joyce. And Stein (Tender Buttons, in particular), T.S. Elliot, Coetzee (fragments are less frequent with him, but he does not conform to academic essay standard). Even Lessing does it. I'm not made for academic writing.

Maybe I should write a post-postmodern manifesto? There is no such thing as complete sentences, there can never be too many commas. Or semicolons. Free indirect style is the only way to narrate anything.

But I tricked him into letting me sit the exam. Who cares about obligatory attendance? All I did was write a mail with my 'teacher's pet, I'm so sorry'-persona, and all was well.
nirinia: (Default)
"You haven't picked up your obligatory assignment. One thing you should
note from that is that you tend to produce a lot of sentences which
aren't really complete sentences (with subjects and verbs at the very
least). In English as in Norwegian complete sentences are expected
between two full stops. Otherwise it's better to put a comma, or
sometimes a colon."

Direct copypaste from a mail from the Varieties of English Texts lecturer. My fragments are coming back to haunt me. I can't help it, I love fragments. I cannot do without them in writing. And he obviously thinks I'm an imbecile, lecturing me not only on complete sentences, but commas and colons! Colons, commas; this coming from the man that speaks with the glorious accent of 'wtf, is it supposed to resemble RP?' Gods, he thinks I'm daft. I need to drag myself by the scruff of the neck, kicking and screaming, into the land of complete sentences. At least when I write essays.

Part of the problem is that I read authors that favour the same style. Bolano is horrid: he ignores all rules of conventional grammar for the sake of it; his sentences are known to span pages. Then there's Woolf, and Joyce. And Stein (Tender Buttons, in particular), T.S. Elliot, Coetzee (fragments are less frequent with him, but he does not conform to academic essay standard). Even Lessing does it. I'm not made for academic writing.

Maybe I should write a post-postmodern manifesto? There is no such thing as complete sentences, there can never be too many commas. Or semicolons. Free indirect style is the only way to narrate anything.

But I tricked him into letting me sit the exam. Who cares about obligatory attendance? All I did was write a mail with my 'teacher's pet, I'm so sorry'-persona, and all was well.
nirinia: (Default)
A sure sign of an Oslo summer is a smokey haze around the parks when the clock approaches 9 pm.


I feel like such a cliché, reading for my introductory philosophy course, with mozart playing in the background, sipping wine on the terrace. It's a lovely cliché to live, though.


I've identified my problem with feminism, and to some extent queer theory. They are such arrogant, whiny bitche. They ignore that their field exists thanks to the work of those men they loathe. Yes, they did a lot of stupid things, but they are the reason you can survive, doing nothing, in academia.

Do they ever take a break? The feminist project must go on, I suppose, cost what it may. I'm fine with identifying the problem, but whining about it in book after book after book, thesis after thesis does nothing productive. Feminist discourse will not change discourse by attacking 'mainstream' discourse. It will change the world by making an example, accompanied by their theories. Practice what you preach. Do not just whine about what other writers and thinkers do. Gods, I hate postmodern feminist discourse.
nirinia: (Default)
A sure sign of an Oslo summer is a smokey haze around the parks when the clock approaches 9 pm.


I feel like such a cliché, reading for my introductory philosophy course, with mozart playing in the background, sipping wine on the terrace. It's a lovely cliché to live, though.


I've identified my problem with feminism, and to some extent queer theory. They are such arrogant, whiny bitche. They ignore that their field exists thanks to the work of those men they loathe. Yes, they did a lot of stupid things, but they are the reason you can survive, doing nothing, in academia.

Do they ever take a break? The feminist project must go on, I suppose, cost what it may. I'm fine with identifying the problem, but whining about it in book after book after book, thesis after thesis does nothing productive. Feminist discourse will not change discourse by attacking 'mainstream' discourse. It will change the world by making an example, accompanied by their theories. Practice what you preach. Do not just whine about what other writers and thinkers do. Gods, I hate postmodern feminist discourse.

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