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I think I desperately need to read this book: Cyclonopedia: Complicity with Anonymous Materials. Of course, there's a good chance that Negarestani will put me off the way Neal Stephenson and China Mieville tend to- I would love to enjoy their books, but I always get stuck on some dry bit of worldbuilding and forget to pick up their books after putting them down. But there's also a good chance that Negarestani will hit my buttons like another Hal Duncan or Cathrynne Valente, and a crawling tale of horror and politics and mythology sounds like it's right up my alley.
I'm starting to notice a pattern of sorts, in the things I like to read- give me a Descent to the Underworld, and I am all over it. ...possibly this is a good and important thing for me to know about myself. Possibly it's a thing I will examine properly when I have time to breathe.
I have four or five more pages to write on Sunni jurisprudence, and then I need to rewrite half of what I already have so it isn't utterly incoherent; I'm afraid this paper is just going to get handed in late, because I cannot get my thoughts in a straight line tonight and it's nearly 4. (How much do I miss "5pm on Friday in the department inbox" paper deadlines? So frickin' much. This whole "hand it in in class" nonsense is crap. And don't get me started on pre-scheduled exams, man. I understand that self scheduling isn't feasible for large universities, but damn, it must suck to be someone with an exam on the 24th.) And I dearly wish I didn't have work tomorrow- my hours are far more reasonable this week (23 instead of 30), but I hate my job with a sick, seething despair and I've never gotten home earlier than 11 when working a closing shift.
Apathy and poor time management will be the death of me; I think I'm still not taking things seriously enough, and the sudden loss of 20-30 hours a week for $shittyretailjob threw a bigger wrench into my routine than I'd thought it would.
I'm starting to notice a pattern of sorts, in the things I like to read- give me a Descent to the Underworld, and I am all over it. ...possibly this is a good and important thing for me to know about myself. Possibly it's a thing I will examine properly when I have time to breathe.
I have four or five more pages to write on Sunni jurisprudence, and then I need to rewrite half of what I already have so it isn't utterly incoherent; I'm afraid this paper is just going to get handed in late, because I cannot get my thoughts in a straight line tonight and it's nearly 4. (How much do I miss "5pm on Friday in the department inbox" paper deadlines? So frickin' much. This whole "hand it in in class" nonsense is crap. And don't get me started on pre-scheduled exams, man. I understand that self scheduling isn't feasible for large universities, but damn, it must suck to be someone with an exam on the 24th.) And I dearly wish I didn't have work tomorrow- my hours are far more reasonable this week (23 instead of 30), but I hate my job with a sick, seething despair and I've never gotten home earlier than 11 when working a closing shift.
Apathy and poor time management will be the death of me; I think I'm still not taking things seriously enough, and the sudden loss of 20-30 hours a week for $shittyretailjob threw a bigger wrench into my routine than I'd thought it would.
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