The Pretentious Illiterate

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December 2010

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It takes a long time to finish a dissertation. Even if you disregard the time lost to teaching and the other non-dissertation-writing pursuits that fill up your days in graduate school, we’re still looking at several years devoted to writing 300 pages that will only be read by four people, and which will then have to be revised for several more years before they can be turned into a book…a book that it’s unlikely more than a few hundred people will ever check out from the library, never mind read from cover to cover. 

So why does dissertation writing take so long? In the past (by which I mean the 80s), it maybe made sense. Consider this: in the past, if you wanted to read an article in an obscure journal, you had to physically go to the library, dig it out from the stacks, photocopy it, and take it home. Okay, yes,  sometimes we still do that.  But think about this: how did you know that obscure article existed in the first place? You couldn’t just search MLA. I suppose you started out by looking in the card catalogue, finding some books that maybe looked relevant, going to get them, and reading them to see if they actually were. If they weren’t, you’d just wasted several hours; if they were you went into their bibliographies, looked up some sources, trudged down to the stacks to get them, read them, and discovered whether those sources, in turn, were relevant or not, and the whole cycle started over. If, in the middle, you forgot some minor detail or some important date, you couldn’t just google it; you had to head back over the the library and look it up all over again. Instead of using ILL once every six months, you had to use it for every single article and book that your library didn’t have a physical copy of, and you had to submit your requests in person, during business hours. Oh, and you had to take all your notes by hand, and you had to write your entire book-length dissertation ON A FREAKING TYPEWRITER. There was no such thing as cut and paste - if you wanted to cut a paragraph and move it onto another page, you either had to rewrite several pages or bust out some actual scissors.

I’m getting exhausted just thinking about it. No wonder dissertation-writing takes a decade! Except that now we don’t have to do any of that! Now everything happens super quickly, as if by magic. Anyone using any common sense should realize that we should be writing our dissertations in half as much time as our advisors did. But it still takes as long as it ever! Why? Because now we waste several years procrastinating on the internet, and nobody bothers to yell at us. Academia is weird, when you think about it.

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Bones must spend at least 10% of its budget on “slime.”

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Dec 12, 2010
“Sometimes I wish that I was the weather, you’d bring me up in conversation forever. And when it rained, I’d be the talk of the day.” —

Good old John Mayer. He does remind me of the weather, since they are both being douchebags today.

The weather is still less racist, though.

Dec 12, 2010
There are no words.

“The Alanis Morissette obsession followed the Melanie Griffith obsession- a six-year obsession. It was preceded by something that I will tell you that I got teased a lot for, which was a terrible Margaret Thatcher obsession. All through college: posters of Margaret Thatcher, and ruminations on Margaret Thatcher.

Sexual?

Unspecifically…sexual. Sensuous, perhaps…It more involved- like having tea with Margaret Thatcher. Having her really enjoy something I said, lean forward and cover my hand with hers…I mean, I didn’t go through puberty until I was like nineteen, so things were fairly fuzzy. 

By puberty, you mean, your body getting bigger, ‘cause you obviously developed gonads and crap like that, right?

My voice didn’t change till I was nineteen. I think I had a wet dream when I was like seventeen. I told everybody about it.

Yeah, I didn’t have a wet dream until I was twenty-two. I tried to swear off masturbating once for about three months. Other than that, I wasn’t going to have one.”




Dec 10, 2010
#permanent castration of the heart.
The sexual tension is killing me.

“Softly pouty, butterfly mouth slightly open. Handsome. A little silver in his hair, falling over the ears. A pink smear of sun behind his profile.” 

Dec 10, 2010
#Erectile dysfunction of the heart
What David Lipsky Thinks About As He Watches David Foster Wallace Watch the 1996 John Travolta Vehicle, Broken Arrow

(In our theater seats, way up front slammed against screen: David a commenting and empathizing audience. His saying ‘Oh, boy’ when a guy gets thrown out the train. ‘Oh jeez’ when Christian Slater is going to jump into a railcar. And ‘Oh bow, oh wow, oh jeez’ and then ‘oh wow’ at the end, after Travolta and Slater go hand to hand and Travolta gets speared by a nuclear missile. he winces away from the screen - because he has a slightly soft face, when he winces he cheek kinds of folds in. It’s got a lot of lines in it. And then he says, ‘That was a cool shot at the end when Travolta gets impaled by the thing.’ Remember, he likes movies where things blow up. I’ve seen the movie already, so I watch Wallace watch. In the end, as the thrill plot kicks in - Christian Slater helicoptering after the train containing John Travolta, Samantha Mathis, and the active nuclear device- he stops making gags. Before that, he’s doing Mystery Science Theater 3000.)

Dec 10, 2010
#Erectile dysfunction of the heart #Some books were never meant to be written.
But for all that I'm having a lovely day today, this book is actually terrible.


“We smoke outside. David’s hair is still wet from the shower; it steams in the cold air.”

There’s something about the semicolon in this sentence that really pisses me off.



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Dec 10, 2010
This one goes out to Lucy.

“Updike, I think, has never had an unpublished thought. And that he’s got an ability to put it in very lapidary prose. But that Updike presents one with a compressed internet problem, is there’s 80 percent absolute dreck and 20 percent priceless stuff. And you just have to wade through so much purple gorgeous empty writing to get to anything that’s got any kind of heartbeat in it. Plus I think he’s mentally ill.”

You really do, don’t you?

“Yeah. I think he’s a nasty person. And I’ll tell you, if you think I hate him? Talk to - bring up his name to Jonathan Franzen.”

Dec 10, 2010
#erections of the heart
“There’s a thing in Lester Bangs’s ‘Psychotic Reactions and Carburetor Dung,’ about certain music giving you an erection of the heart. And that term really resonates for me. ‘The Balloon’ (by Donald Barthelme) gave me an erection of the heart. For me a fair amount of aesthetic experience is — is erotic. And I think a certain amount of it has to do with this weird kind of intimacy with the person who made it.” —Spending the afternoon reading David Lipsky’s book-length interview with David Foster Wallace, under the flimsy justification that I might try to teach Infinite Jest next year. Days like this are the only real reason I’m still in grad school.
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Dec 8, 2010
“In 1971–1972 the government launched “Operasi Koteka” (“Operation Penis Gourd”) which consisted primarily of trying to encourage the people to wear shorts and shirts because such clothes were considered more “modern.” But the people did not have changes of clothing, did not have soap, and were unfamiliar with the care of such clothes so the unwashed clothing caused skin diseases. There were also reports of men wearing the shorts as hats and the women using the dresses as carrying bags.[citation needed]” —From Wikipedia. “Citation needed,” indeed!
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