Friday, November 7, 2008
Suspicious Hermeneutics
Went to see my buddy SAM yesterday with my classmates, a profoundly sullen group. My interpersonal errance garnered little but botherment, my rhapsodic antics falling on cold ground like dog poop. Not to say I was on my A-game, but my percentages were solid. I had been nursing a bad feeling since a bitter quarrel had with my prof the day before; I had spilled out my concerns about the class, had enumerated them with angst and efficiency. The manner of my disclosure may have maimed my chances - I can get a lil' argumentative. But what do you do when someone won't give you answers or even listen to your questions?Here was a woman who is unconcerned with what you know, what you think or why you might think it. Here is a woman who wants to hear her own ideas issued from another's mouth. She sits at a desk and grades papers, she doesn't mold minds. Really, I could be content with this, it's just not what I was expecting. I'll simply have to reprogram myself out of my usual mode of inquiry, toward one of feckless regurgitation.
In the meantime, here are some thangs I wanna do:
Read the classics: Montaigne, Shakespeare, Plato, Rousseau, Sophocles, Joyce, Homer
Make music
Read some new stuff: Murakami, Pynchon, Ellroy, Sci-fi, Mann, Celine
Establish an avant garde Amazon.com reviewery
Rap with Spencey
Exercise and lift weights
Listen to Teaching Company lectures
Fast
Journal
Sleep in all the time
Hopefully I'll get the support I need from Arney and Chico. Replies haven't been forthcoming, and I'm a bit worried: I may have set off some bad juju. I made contact with one then jumped to the other, crossing my wires. Why do professors and women confound me?
MYW at 4:22 PM
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