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Well my reading list here on dreamwidth has fairly well exploded as a result of the friending meme, the content is all delightfully varied and interesting but alas does not seem well suited to mobile browsing as most posts are longer than is comfortable to read. Alas alack etc. Time to get the laptop fixed and relaunch my online life.
I'm having a peculiarly exhausting week and have resolved that whilst I can at present do nothing about my depressingly bleak working life, slogging away as I am in retail, I should take the opportunity to enhance the quality of my free time. I have decided to begin reading, and in some cases, re-reading queer theory. If, as my ambition continues to run, I am to return to academia, this activity will at least keep me thinking in the right way. Lucky bloggers that you are I intend to post short reflections on what I'm reading and hopefully spark some decision.
Happily my brother selects books from my Christmas wish list at random and along with a Terry Pratchett this year I also got Mad for Foucault which looks to be a fascinating reevaluation of the roots of Queer Theory.
This brilliant plan of academic recreational reading coincides nicely with a period of insomnia. I say 'period' as though it's a fairly inoffensive blip but of course insomnia never is. I'm stumbling through my days like the living dead as countless people tell me "you look tired". Yeah, thanks. Getting to the point where I'm having memory blackouts, was I asleep? Did I dream that? How did I get from the kitchen to the living room? I'm quite sure the rats are taunting me, every time I go into the room they yawn and stare blearily at me from what must be the most decadent of comforts: a fluffy, urine scented, slightly holey, hammock. Ah the life of a rat.
I'm having a peculiarly exhausting week and have resolved that whilst I can at present do nothing about my depressingly bleak working life, slogging away as I am in retail, I should take the opportunity to enhance the quality of my free time. I have decided to begin reading, and in some cases, re-reading queer theory. If, as my ambition continues to run, I am to return to academia, this activity will at least keep me thinking in the right way. Lucky bloggers that you are I intend to post short reflections on what I'm reading and hopefully spark some decision.
Happily my brother selects books from my Christmas wish list at random and along with a Terry Pratchett this year I also got Mad for Foucault which looks to be a fascinating reevaluation of the roots of Queer Theory.
This brilliant plan of academic recreational reading coincides nicely with a period of insomnia. I say 'period' as though it's a fairly inoffensive blip but of course insomnia never is. I'm stumbling through my days like the living dead as countless people tell me "you look tired". Yeah, thanks. Getting to the point where I'm having memory blackouts, was I asleep? Did I dream that? How did I get from the kitchen to the living room? I'm quite sure the rats are taunting me, every time I go into the room they yawn and stare blearily at me from what must be the most decadent of comforts: a fluffy, urine scented, slightly holey, hammock. Ah the life of a rat.
