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Demotivational Products

So many interesting, useful, productive things to do – and instead, I find myself browsing the catalogue at Despair.com – a site that produces demotivational posters and products. Just what every PhD student needs. I’ve enjoyed the posters for mediocrity, irresponsibility, idiocy, humiliation, and doubt, but the one I really want for my office door is the poster on meetings. People who know me in person know that I’ve been on something like a year-long tirade about the number of meetings I’m expected to attend. This poster pretty much manages to distill my objections down into one concise phrase:

Meetings: Because None of Us Is as Dumb as All of Us

[Note: image @2006 Despair, Inc. URL: http://despair.com/meetings.html%5D

Itinerant Conversations on Dissertation Writing

I seem to find myself having stray conversations about dissertation writing around and about the blogosphere.

Over at Sarapen, we’ve been having a conversation that started with Benjamin – specifically Benjamin’s comment that “The work is the death mask of its conception” – a particularly depressing observation that, unfortunately, tends to capture perfectly how I feel about the final stages of any writing process… We’ve now moved on to the topic of procrastination, with Sarapen wanting to know:

You know, everyone I know who’s in academia claims to be a procrastinator. Statistically, you’d think at least one person would be on top of things, but no, whenever the subject of procrastination comes up there inevitably follows anecdotes of oneupmanship: “You played video games all weekend even though the paper you haven’t started is due on Monday? Well I broke into my professor’s house and slipped my paper into his marking pile even though it was two days late.”

Surely somehow, somewhere, there has existed at least one academic who has never felt the guilt of procrastination?

Anyone want to step forward???

And over at Acephalous, Scott Eric Kaufman explains his recent blogging strategies:

Because minutiae oppress me, words fail me and with every day the odds of my future career in real estate increase ever so slightly.

In another post, he worries about the quantity of work required to finish, and I respond:

On the one hand, I’m writing a lot. On the other, I’m not completely sure what it is that I’m writing, exactly… Since much of it relates to my field material, it bears a striking similarity to primary school presentations on ‘What I Did Last Summer’… Do they actually award doctorates for stories about what I did last summer? It doesn’t take a terribly dark moment for me to suspect that the answer will be no…

National Research Writing Month

Via Sarapen: a LiveJournal community dedicated to people who are trying to finish research theses. I gather the concept is to use the community to post commitments and progress updates on thesis writing, in the theory that the combination of group support and public accountability will decrease procrastination. The community is currently set to operate through the month of November, then recess for the holidays, and then resume in the new term.

Probably not my personal thing – I tend to terrify myself into meeting deadlines by scheduling… er… other deadlines: presentations, guest lectures or similar that will require me to prepare a chunk of what I need to write. I seem to need the “objectivity” of a real deadline, and I also get an extra productivity boost if I’m committed to something that will inspire guilt about what might happen if I don’t prepare adequately for something on which someone else depends… ;-P So I search for “opportunities” like this, if I’m feeling the lure of procrastination too deeply…

I have, though, been quietly trying to keep a personal commitment to posting or presenting something dissertation-related at least once a week, which I suppose is a similar concept…

But I thought someone out there might find the group useful (and, now that Sarapen has taken the plunge, it can properly be considered “International” Research Writing Month)…

Seminary Co-Op

I have a very hard time explaining to local colleagues why Chicago’s Seminary Co-Op bookstore is such a wonderful place. The reputation of the bookstore does extend to Melbourne – when academic staff hear that I used to work in Chicago, they often ask whether I know the store. If they haven’t been there themselves, though, this question is usually followed by something like: “I don’t get it – what’s the big deal with this place? Why not just order from Amazon?” I haven’t heard this question from anyone who’s actually visited the store.

When I heard that L. Magee would be visiting Chicago and was asked about local tourist options, I immediately insisted that the Co-Op must be on the list. Last night, I received the only tourist photo sent back from the trip: L. Magee in the Co-Op, bearing heavy tomes, surrounded by bookshelves reaching up to the ceiling, filled with academic texts. I’m terribly envious…

The Least Ideal Speech Situation

I’ve spent a reasonable amount of time on this blog and others arguing that Habermas does not visualise the ideal speech situation as something that could be realised in practice. I have to admit, though, that I had never paused to wonder whether you might be able to realise the opposite – until, that is, I saw John Holbo’s analysis of Lost over at The Valve:

…in order to preserve the mystery and strangeness of the situation, also (even especially) the individual head-spaces of the various characters, with their private flashbacks, there can never be a moment when the characters sensibly pool their information and attempt to reason to some consensus about the likely range of explanations for what is going on. (It’s like anti-Habermas Island. The least ideal speech situation.)

Searle vs. Chomsky Reprised: 30 Years On…

Folks interested in the Searle-Lakoff-Chomsky exchange discussed below, might also be interested in the following exchange, in which Searle revisits the topic thirty years on.

Searle, John (2002) “End of the Revolution” New York Review of Books vol. 49, no. 3, February 28.

Bromberger, Sylvain (2002) “Chomsky’s Revolution” New York Review of Books vol. 49, no. 7, April 25 (with reply by John Searle).

Chomsky, Noam (2002) “Chomsky’s Revolution: An Exchange” New York Review of Books vol. 49, no 12, July 18 (with reply by John Searle).

I should note that Searle’s initial volley is available only to subscribers, although the other two pieces are open for public view.

I’ve also decided that this extended digression into Chomsky brings out the worst in the reading group: when I pointed the other members to this exchange, and also mentioned that Searle’s piece was available only to subscribers, the following email exchange ensued:

First response: “After a brief review it strikes me as wrong in general to criticise Chomsky in public…”

My reply: “but what goes on between consenting adults in private is perfectly fine…”

Third response: “Unless one of the parties is manufacturing consent…”

On the Uses of History

Scott Eric Kaufman over at Acephalous is having a moment of doubt over whether it was such a good idea to spend several years of his life researching a writer somewhat off the literary beaten path. In a post titled “Fœtid Historical Romances & Their Effect on Expectations”, he worries:

Works outside the canon may be, as my betters have argued, of historical import—but sometimes neglected works have been abandoned with good reason.

While Scott is searching for justification for his object of study, I’m looking for reasons to procrastinate from my course preparation for this coming week – and thought I might as well put the two things together. I thought perhaps Benjamin’s On the Concept of History might provide some motivation for Scott (and others of us currently facing this all-too-common worry within the research process).

First, there’s the notion that, if Scott doesn’t preserve the historical memory of what he studies, it could be irrevocably lost:

…every image of the past that is not recognized by the present as one of its own concerns threatens to disappear irretrievably.

The preservation of the past without judgment as to its value (or, perhaps in Scott’s case, in spite of judgment about its value) even has emancipatory potential:

A chronicler who recites events without distinguishing between major and minor ones acts in accordance with the following truth: nothing that has ever happened should be regarded as lost for history. To be sure, only a redeemed mankind receives the fullness of its past-which is to say, only for a redeemed mankind has its past become citable in all its moments. Each moment it has lived becomes a citation a l’ordre du jour — and that day is Judgment Day.

And then there’s the notion that, if a bit of the past captures our current-day attention, this testifies to the contemporary historical resonance of that dimension of the past:

History is the subject of a structure whose site is not homogenous, empty time, but time filled by the presence of the now. [Jetztzeit].* Thus, to Robespierre ancient Rome was a past charged with the time of the now which he blasted out of the continuum of history. The French Revolution viewed itself as Rome incarnate. It evoked ancient Rome the way fashion evokes costumes of the past. Fashion has a flair for the topical, no matter where it stirs in the thickets of long ago; it is a tiger’s leap into the past.

Or are “Fœtid Historical Romances” beyond even Benjamin’s historical empathy?

And Speaking of Grammar…

My reading group continues to struggle with its current project – putting together an appropriate reading list on Chomsky’s linguistic theory. Part of our problem is the signal-to-noise ratio generated by Chomsky’s political writings, which of course attract a great deal of commentary that is not directly useful for our current goal. As one reading group member observes: “Clearly hunting down Chomsky links can take you to unexpected and murky corners of the Internet.” And in one of those corners, they uncovered this:

Chomsky action figure comic

[Note: image copyright @2005 Jeffrey Weston, www.PostmodernHaircut.com]

Latte Politics

The other day, I stopped in to a cafe I visit occasionally, looking for a quick coffee. I placed my order, but background noise kept me from making out some additional bit of information that had never been required before. The conversation went something like:

Barista: “So, would you like WHZZZRRRRvroom? Or regular?”

Me: “I’m sorry?”

Barista: “WVZZZZZZ? Or regular?”

Me: “I’m sorry?”

Barista: “FrZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZ? Or regular?”

Conscious of the growing queue behind me, and guessing that we were having some kind of conversation about the size of my coffee, I opted for what I thought was the safe, neutral option: “Uh… I’ll have a regular.”

My safe, neutral answer, however, earned me a startled dirty look from the barista. I then had to suffer through the scorn of the next two people in line, who both decided it was appropriate to look directly at me while saying, “Well… I’ll have the fair trade coffee, thanks…”

I returned to the same coffee shop this morning, to find that my autonomous decision-making skills are no longer trusted at this establishment: I placed my order, only to have the barista inform me: “You’ll have fair trade coffee.”

Yes sir. And like it.

Holy Moses!

I’ve been intending to point readers to this BBC article on Amanda McKittrick Ros. I was too busy to put a post together in a timely fashion, though, and I now notice that many other bloggers have fun posts up on Ros and other creators of almost demonically inspired bad writing. The BBC article promotes a Belfast literary festival that has issued a challenge for “lovers of awful literature”: the festival will hold a competition to see who can read the longest passage from Ros’ work without laughing. Sound easy? See how well you go with these selections:

Visiting Westminster Abbey

Holy Moses! Have a look!
Flesh decayed in every nook!
Some rare bits of brain lie here,
Mortal loads of beef and beer,
Some of whom are turned to dust,
Every one bids lost to lust;
Royal flesh so tinged with ‘blue’
Undergoes the same as you. (via Wikipedia)

Or this piece on the death of a lawyer:

Beneath me here in stinking clumps
Lies Lawyer Largebones, all in lumps;
A rotten mass of clockholed clay,
Which grown more honeycombed each day.
See how the rats have scratched his face?
Now so unlike the human race;
I very much regret I can’t
Assist them in their eager ‘bent.’ (via fastlad)

Or perhaps you prefer more of a prose selection:

Every sentence the able and beautiful girl uttered caused Sir John to shift his apparently uncomfortable person nearer and nearer, watching at the same time minutely the divine picture of innocence, until at last, when her reply was ended, he found himself, altogether unconsciously, clasping her to his bosom, whilst the ruby rims which so recently proclaimed accusations and innocence met with unearthly sweetness, chasing every fault over the hills of doubt, until hidden in the hollow of immediate hate. (from Irene Iddesleigh via Oddbooks)

Oddbooks has an online shrine devoted to Ros’ work, for those who would like to learn more. You may also want to read the historical precedent for the Belfast Literary Festival event – attempting to read Ros without laughing was apparently a leisure activity for the Inklings.

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