viernes, abril 28, 2006
Joy!!
Pues acabo de llegar oficialmente a la mitad de la tesis. Sí, falta todavía la otra mitad, pero "ya es menos", a reservas de que todo esto tendrá que ser revisado y reescrito una y otra vez. Felicidades a mí!!!
Más noticias y recomendaciones:
1. No se vayan a perder el coloquio "El fantasma en la cultura" la próxima semana en la facultad. Pondré aquí el calendario pronto ya que parece que el que se imprimió no es el correcto, o el link si se publica en Literaturas Pop.
2. Se perdieron (qué pena) de la proyección del Cineclub de Letras Modernas el jueves, "The Unknown" de Tod Browning, presentada por Mariano Ballesté. LOVED IT!!! Si la pueden conseguir y ver, háganlo.
Pues acabo de llegar oficialmente a la mitad de la tesis. Sí, falta todavía la otra mitad, pero "ya es menos", a reservas de que todo esto tendrá que ser revisado y reescrito una y otra vez. Felicidades a mí!!!
Más noticias y recomendaciones:
1. No se vayan a perder el coloquio "El fantasma en la cultura" la próxima semana en la facultad. Pondré aquí el calendario pronto ya que parece que el que se imprimió no es el correcto, o el link si se publica en Literaturas Pop.
2. Se perdieron (qué pena) de la proyección del Cineclub de Letras Modernas el jueves, "The Unknown" de Tod Browning, presentada por Mariano Ballesté. LOVED IT!!! Si la pueden conseguir y ver, háganlo.
jueves, abril 27, 2006
Kind Request
Could whoever is pushing the FF>> button on my life please release it? The hours are slipping by much too fast, and I am not getting enough work done.
Could whoever is pushing the FF>> button on my life please release it? The hours are slipping by much too fast, and I am not getting enough work done.
domingo, abril 23, 2006
La La La
Well, the first thing I discovered during the holidays that "a lot of free time" does not translate into effective working hours. Of course, I AM getting more work done, but still, once again, I would like to have double-days to get things done more quickly. Writing is a completely self-conscious activity for me; the more I learn, the more I feel like I cannot possibly be worthy of joining the ranks of the Great, or even the ranks of the Good. All this of course, is accentuated by my overly demanding plans; I always think I can do something in 2 hours and when it takes longer I feel like a failure. Really, I don't know how I can be so overconfident and so scared at the same time.
I have, however, been enjoying my new schedule, which involves quite a few hours of writing at home, at least ideally. I have also discovered that talking about music is very dangerous; all in all, I am learning to shut my mouth when someone says something like "Luis Miguel is the greatest Mexican artist". They just wouldn't care for what I would say back to them, and I would never convince them otherwise. (Ouch! and Yuk!) This is not good at all. If, when I was a teenager, I used to feel as if I was actually an alien species, unable to enjoy what others enjoyed (such as going to an 'antro'--which I have learned to enjoy on occasion, depending on who's with me and how much I am able to tolerate the music and how much I really wanted to dress up), I find that now, as an 'intellectual' (whatever that may be) I see that I definitely am speaking a language that most people here don't speak. So yes, I am some sort of freak but I wouldn't change if I was given the choice and a million dollars to do it. Most people bore me to death (and no, I am probably no better than them, and yes, I know I probably bore them too). Thank god for friends! I am thankful that there are people I can really talk to and have fun with, since laughing is one of my favorite pastimes. (I am afraid, though, that I am starting to grow apart from my family. Will the time come when we have nothing to talk of? I really hope not.)
Pfft!! Sigh.
P.S. I have forgotten return a library book due Feb 20. Now that I remember that it was due a million years ago, I am afraid to return it. I'm sure those librarians will want to cut off my toes or something. Never mind the fine: the shame!
Well, the first thing I discovered during the holidays that "a lot of free time" does not translate into effective working hours. Of course, I AM getting more work done, but still, once again, I would like to have double-days to get things done more quickly. Writing is a completely self-conscious activity for me; the more I learn, the more I feel like I cannot possibly be worthy of joining the ranks of the Great, or even the ranks of the Good. All this of course, is accentuated by my overly demanding plans; I always think I can do something in 2 hours and when it takes longer I feel like a failure. Really, I don't know how I can be so overconfident and so scared at the same time.
I have, however, been enjoying my new schedule, which involves quite a few hours of writing at home, at least ideally. I have also discovered that talking about music is very dangerous; all in all, I am learning to shut my mouth when someone says something like "Luis Miguel is the greatest Mexican artist". They just wouldn't care for what I would say back to them, and I would never convince them otherwise. (Ouch! and Yuk!) This is not good at all. If, when I was a teenager, I used to feel as if I was actually an alien species, unable to enjoy what others enjoyed (such as going to an 'antro'--which I have learned to enjoy on occasion, depending on who's with me and how much I am able to tolerate the music and how much I really wanted to dress up), I find that now, as an 'intellectual' (whatever that may be) I see that I definitely am speaking a language that most people here don't speak. So yes, I am some sort of freak but I wouldn't change if I was given the choice and a million dollars to do it. Most people bore me to death (and no, I am probably no better than them, and yes, I know I probably bore them too). Thank god for friends! I am thankful that there are people I can really talk to and have fun with, since laughing is one of my favorite pastimes. (I am afraid, though, that I am starting to grow apart from my family. Will the time come when we have nothing to talk of? I really hope not.)
Pfft!! Sigh.
P.S. I have forgotten return a library book due Feb 20. Now that I remember that it was due a million years ago, I am afraid to return it. I'm sure those librarians will want to cut off my toes or something. Never mind the fine: the shame!
sábado, abril 08, 2006
On a cheerier note...
As of this week, I'm unemployed... and on holiday. My three-month period as a substitute teacher at my old high school is over. So how is unemployment a good thing? Well, this means (theoretically), that now I have More Time to work on my you-know-what (namely, weekday mornings--not that this job took up all my weekday mornings. But it took a certain amount of time and energy). And I am the fortunate and grateful recipient of support from my beloved university, which means I don't have to look for a job, at least not yet. That is ALSO good since I don't know what to do with my life (what else is new?). This also coincides with a week's vacation in honor of Easter, and although my religiousness has greatly diminished into a sort of pantheistic agnosticism (if such a thing is possible), and thus it is not a big reason to celebrate, it IS a big reason not to wake up at 6 am every day.
Also, some academic things are blossoming, and I really hope to contribute. I have just realized that the more I learn the less I think I know, but at least I have also discovered that although I haven't made a significant contribution to anything yet, at least I am a small part of something, which could be described as The Rise of Cultural Studies in Mexico. So cheers to that!
So I'm ready. Bring it on.
And, as always, my blues were chased away after the last post by going shopping. I'm afraid that I sort of inherited the spending gene from my mom. I was convinced, as most girls are at some point (or at all times, maybe), that "I had nothing to wear", though. And besides, it was a good thing to spend time with my youngest sis, though I WAS rather scared when she was driving (note to self: I will drive next time). (And now that we're at it, second note to self: since you are no longer earning money, you cannot do this often. Not that I do, dear reader).
As of this week, I'm unemployed... and on holiday. My three-month period as a substitute teacher at my old high school is over. So how is unemployment a good thing? Well, this means (theoretically), that now I have More Time to work on my you-know-what (namely, weekday mornings--not that this job took up all my weekday mornings. But it took a certain amount of time and energy). And I am the fortunate and grateful recipient of support from my beloved university, which means I don't have to look for a job, at least not yet. That is ALSO good since I don't know what to do with my life (what else is new?). This also coincides with a week's vacation in honor of Easter, and although my religiousness has greatly diminished into a sort of pantheistic agnosticism (if such a thing is possible), and thus it is not a big reason to celebrate, it IS a big reason not to wake up at 6 am every day.
Also, some academic things are blossoming, and I really hope to contribute. I have just realized that the more I learn the less I think I know, but at least I have also discovered that although I haven't made a significant contribution to anything yet, at least I am a small part of something, which could be described as The Rise of Cultural Studies in Mexico. So cheers to that!
So I'm ready. Bring it on.
And, as always, my blues were chased away after the last post by going shopping. I'm afraid that I sort of inherited the spending gene from my mom. I was convinced, as most girls are at some point (or at all times, maybe), that "I had nothing to wear", though. And besides, it was a good thing to spend time with my youngest sis, though I WAS rather scared when she was driving (note to self: I will drive next time). (And now that we're at it, second note to self: since you are no longer earning money, you cannot do this often. Not that I do, dear reader).
viernes, abril 07, 2006
There I was, feeling a just a tiny bit grumpy and bored, on this grayish Friday afternoon, with nothing to do (except, of course, work on my now over-mentioned thesis). And, yes, it IS my fault since I decided to skip a party (but it is not totally my fault, since I don't like the people who are throwing the party AT ALL). Just then, my friend Don Quixote showed me this (I don't think anything more needs to be said). So there it is. Longing.
Rats!
