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sometimes not…

so, i met up with my advisor yesterday, eh. And THAT was helpful. This whole grad school thing is quite a ride, and for most of it, i’m driving through the narrow mountain roads in a blizzard* all by myself. And I get distracted and scared, so I pull over and rock back and forth, humming to myself. Quite a lot.

So it’s good to meet up with someone who is paying close attention to your work. Good but difficult. Because she don’t let me get away with shit. You know, like, lazy thinking, righteous dogma, or shorthand (sometimes I just take things as a given, but that’s not such a  good idea when  one is writing a dissertation…it’s best to just write as if for someone who is totally new to the territory).

So now I have a plan, a schedule, and a lot of work to do. but i always had a lot of work to do–the way ahead is just clearer now…whew.

On another note, I was riding my bike up to school last night, cause i needed to move my body and also to spend some time in the library, and this guy in a car nearly went through a stop sign in front of me. I yelled at him, as he came toward me, “Hey, hey, HEY!” Then, I figured i’d go up to his side of the car and tell him that that red octagonal thing at the corner means that he has to “STOP”. not “pause”. but he took off. I reached out to knock on his window, and as he took off, my knuckles landed on the glass with more force than I intended.

I prob’ly scared ‘im.

mmmph.

so much for ‘non-attachment’.

I have to pray more. right now, i’m praying for focus so i can get a couple of paragraphs written before i go babysit little Sophie Starfish**. I have to listen close for the answer, though, ’cause “god” tends to mumble. dammit

short posts from now on. I promise…

here we go.

* metaphor…

**nearly a year old. i’m her ‘godless mother’. her middle name isn’t really “Starfish”.

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About easilyriled

My mom was Edith, my dad was John. I have a brother, who is Shawn. I have many friends and allies and mentors in my life. I'm white, over-educated, under-employed, messy, funny, smart, lesbian, feminist "Not the fun kind", as Andrea Dworkin said. But I, like the feminists I hang with, ARE fun. I play accordion better than I did, and i'm learning the concertina. Slowly.

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