York U's admin is ridiculous. They are saying that to go back to the bargaining table, we would have to agree to binding arbitration. Yet in the 1997 negotiations, York U's admin was against binding arbitration. They are just opportunistic and they put more money into fighting us and good PR campaigns than actually paying people for what universities are for.
CUPE 3903 are the TAs, GAs, RAs and contract faculty at York. We do half of the teaching and intellectual labour, and do not make above the cost of living. Our Dean makes more than Allan Rock (srry rock). He has a personal driver.
They aren't moving, but they are only really quick at the messaging. The Toronto Stars coverage has been dismal. I've been so disappointed by it, I am just blown away by them. The paper was started amidst a strike, they have forgotten their roots
http://cupestrikevideo.wordpress.com/
the link for videos. Anyways, to blah blah blah, the university lost millions in the sub-prime mortgage bust. Yet their execs still get performance bonuses and raises. For keeping bad finances. Half of the intellectual labour force of the university is being told that we shouldnt expect much in an economic ... Read Morecrisis. Yet they had no reason to slash funds in booms. They are using it as a dangerous excuse on a flagship CUPE, and the stakes are high.
STRIKE TASTIC.
i should get more involved in video and stuff
bother local radiostations to talk to us
you know
the granola way.
Wednesday, November 12, 2008
Friday, November 07, 2008
the next biggest fear!?
okay
so you know how pretty much everyone says,
when you ask them,
'whats your biggest fear'
everyone always says
to die
and deeper ones say
to die alone.
me, i have a hunch that
it could only be more lonely dying next to someone you love
and not being able to eek out a goodbye
.
strike disorder blog season?
so you know how pretty much everyone says,
when you ask them,
'whats your biggest fear'
everyone always says
to die
and deeper ones say
to die alone.
me, i have a hunch that
it could only be more lonely dying next to someone you love
and not being able to eek out a goodbye
.
strike disorder blog season?
Friday, July 18, 2008
afternoon wonderances
hey all.. uh.... ever wonder, now bare with me, but ever wonder just how it happened that the crime of beastiality has existed for quite a long, long time, but the crime of raping women is only a modern crime, since womens had like no rights and stuff back then?
i mean, ya ya not to get all philosophy on here, but somehow they thought raping animals was unfair and immoral, but not women?
did animals have rights before women then?
i just wonder.
i mean, ya ya not to get all philosophy on here, but somehow they thought raping animals was unfair and immoral, but not women?
did animals have rights before women then?
i just wonder.
Wednesday, June 25, 2008
go away
im drafting a letter no this isnt how we start
a few nights ago i saw 'young people f__cking" and hey it was funny for sure, but also entirely written by doods, very guy-centric. it should have been called "young guys f__cking" coz thats generally who the stories revolved around.
and it got me thinking about living under patriarchy. yes i know, blahblahblah the big PEEE word.
just, to me "young people f__cking" would have been way different. even the "complicated" female characters were squares, cut from stone into a shape of what men think "complicated" women are.
anyways this isnt a movie review forum!
so im wondering what a vacation from patriarchy would be like.
the thought was such a tantalizing experiment.
i suggest you give it a whirl.
anyways, so after all those thoughts im sitting here at work (blogging at work) because im writing about how womens experiences throughout psychiatry's and psychology's history have been neutralized, and that 75 percent of those diagnosed with depression are women, but that diagnostic criteria doesnt even ask, 'how do you feel about living under patriarchy?"
coz that would be different
the screening questions for depression are all very materialistic and based on some kind of fucked up 1950s notions of jobs = happiness and crap
none of the questions take much female experience into account, which is again messed coz most of those diagnosed are women
which gets me thinking, HOLY FUCK we have a right to be absolutely bonkers every day, some days i get this incredible urge to go bat shit crazy at some guy for leeeeering at me
ya ya ya some folks like that, some older ladies tell me to enjoy it while it lasts, and some folks think if a woman looks nice even at all she deserves it and sure i could throw down some serious hijab fashion and say fuck it you dogs will never control your peeens
but i am pretty sure that would just make me feel more bonkers, id get asked why i was wearing hijab and id say oh you know i wasnt raised on it at all or anything i just hate when men look at me in general in a certain way so this is the only hope for my sanity
then i get even more upset that i dont get visibly upset at all, i sometimes roll my eyes but i honestly feel like squatting down and crapping on the sidewalk the next time im checked out like that
anyways the long and the short is, the tests are designed by men the insane end up being women because the tests cannot test what we should be tested for only what we shouldnt be what we could never be which is how much do we think and act like a materialistic self interested penis
honestly
a few nights ago i saw 'young people f__cking" and hey it was funny for sure, but also entirely written by doods, very guy-centric. it should have been called "young guys f__cking" coz thats generally who the stories revolved around.
and it got me thinking about living under patriarchy. yes i know, blahblahblah the big PEEE word.
just, to me "young people f__cking" would have been way different. even the "complicated" female characters were squares, cut from stone into a shape of what men think "complicated" women are.
anyways this isnt a movie review forum!
so im wondering what a vacation from patriarchy would be like.
the thought was such a tantalizing experiment.
i suggest you give it a whirl.
anyways, so after all those thoughts im sitting here at work (blogging at work) because im writing about how womens experiences throughout psychiatry's and psychology's history have been neutralized, and that 75 percent of those diagnosed with depression are women, but that diagnostic criteria doesnt even ask, 'how do you feel about living under patriarchy?"
coz that would be different
the screening questions for depression are all very materialistic and based on some kind of fucked up 1950s notions of jobs = happiness and crap
none of the questions take much female experience into account, which is again messed coz most of those diagnosed are women
which gets me thinking, HOLY FUCK we have a right to be absolutely bonkers every day, some days i get this incredible urge to go bat shit crazy at some guy for leeeeering at me
ya ya ya some folks like that, some older ladies tell me to enjoy it while it lasts, and some folks think if a woman looks nice even at all she deserves it and sure i could throw down some serious hijab fashion and say fuck it you dogs will never control your peeens
but i am pretty sure that would just make me feel more bonkers, id get asked why i was wearing hijab and id say oh you know i wasnt raised on it at all or anything i just hate when men look at me in general in a certain way so this is the only hope for my sanity
then i get even more upset that i dont get visibly upset at all, i sometimes roll my eyes but i honestly feel like squatting down and crapping on the sidewalk the next time im checked out like that
anyways the long and the short is, the tests are designed by men the insane end up being women because the tests cannot test what we should be tested for only what we shouldnt be what we could never be which is how much do we think and act like a materialistic self interested penis
honestly
Wednesday, June 11, 2008
i didnt lie
watermelon shirt
earring: acrylic and Venezuelan currency with a bead or something.
two red shirts lace up in the back
one with a heart
haha
primary sleeves.
oh, all of this is recycled materials
feel good about buying it that way!
im going to be in montreal this weekend hawking some shirts.
to soon?
Wednesday, May 14, 2008
live blogging
the last entry cant be beat. you should really go down and read that. because thats the start of me live blogging myself. here we are at central station and everything.
the scene opens up on dark-chocolate cookie paste ruminating in the gums where the tongue and jaw work seamlessly without any commands to loosen this paste into the gullet of taste. scrape and drag, working along negotiating cookie in the flaps of where talk comes out.
recalling a memory that just passed, back there it is black or wine coloured.
it looks, quite frankly, like death back there.
there was enough time spent,
checking out these so called mannerisms and social habits
im used to flashing everyone with. instead
i looked myself squarely in the eye and prepared for the worst.
to tell you the truth, the first thing i noticed was myself.
im feminine in the first reflection (thankfully!) and masculine in the reflection in the reflection.
but dont go ahead and use your own logic in this story, the one supplied to has plenty to go around. there's a legend around here somewhere.
a double reflection is certainly, and most clearly, not a double negation.
pause.
where was i?
i just made the gruesome and learned mistake of capitalizing myself. so there are backspaces in this story, if you want to get judgmental and everything. if you are adding it up.
the mannerisms were plenty distracting to the real task of putting myself together for myself.
they are catchy and playful and are never meant in the ways i could never know i use them.
thats certainly a lie if by definition i could recognize the impossibility of recognizing it as such.
look at all these clever logic operations, this is where the legend is. it is the era of decadence now. baroque. think of wine-stain-coloured wood in buildings with tall ceilings and already you are building the fortress with me.
FUCK im so bossy when it comes to this. im clearly just dragging you along for a story here .
i never promised it would be any good for anything.
the damned thing is, im going to let you know that its five or six minutes passed three. past or passed? does anyone care about the rules anymore?
GET OUT OF MY STORY THEN!!!
where was i.
right.
i was letting you know something.
i'll let you in on a little secret:
come back sometime.
whenever you can.
get the hell out of where you are even if you think its a good idea or not.
its probably better if it seems like a bad idea.
the story cant tell if its coming or going
ive just never been good at goodbyes or good endings.
no, just ask anyone i used to know.
they will say, hey, i wasnt really sure if it even was a good bye.
what babble!
as the story closes in on itself, what could be said except that the tone of correction will always prick our stone age madness.
---
(end).
i hope you enjoyed that. if you didnt go away what do i care!
the scene opens up on dark-chocolate cookie paste ruminating in the gums where the tongue and jaw work seamlessly without any commands to loosen this paste into the gullet of taste. scrape and drag, working along negotiating cookie in the flaps of where talk comes out.
recalling a memory that just passed, back there it is black or wine coloured.
it looks, quite frankly, like death back there.
there was enough time spent,
checking out these so called mannerisms and social habits
im used to flashing everyone with. instead
i looked myself squarely in the eye and prepared for the worst.
to tell you the truth, the first thing i noticed was myself.
im feminine in the first reflection (thankfully!) and masculine in the reflection in the reflection.
but dont go ahead and use your own logic in this story, the one supplied to has plenty to go around. there's a legend around here somewhere.
a double reflection is certainly, and most clearly, not a double negation.
pause.
where was i?
i just made the gruesome and learned mistake of capitalizing myself. so there are backspaces in this story, if you want to get judgmental and everything. if you are adding it up.
the mannerisms were plenty distracting to the real task of putting myself together for myself.
they are catchy and playful and are never meant in the ways i could never know i use them.
thats certainly a lie if by definition i could recognize the impossibility of recognizing it as such.
look at all these clever logic operations, this is where the legend is. it is the era of decadence now. baroque. think of wine-stain-coloured wood in buildings with tall ceilings and already you are building the fortress with me.
FUCK im so bossy when it comes to this. im clearly just dragging you along for a story here .
i never promised it would be any good for anything.
the damned thing is, im going to let you know that its five or six minutes passed three. past or passed? does anyone care about the rules anymore?
GET OUT OF MY STORY THEN!!!
where was i.
right.
i was letting you know something.
i'll let you in on a little secret:
come back sometime.
whenever you can.
get the hell out of where you are even if you think its a good idea or not.
its probably better if it seems like a bad idea.
the story cant tell if its coming or going
ive just never been good at goodbyes or good endings.
no, just ask anyone i used to know.
they will say, hey, i wasnt really sure if it even was a good bye.
what babble!
as the story closes in on itself, what could be said except that the tone of correction will always prick our stone age madness.
---
(end).
i hope you enjoyed that. if you didnt go away what do i care!
why i hate applying for jobs
you heard it here, first.
so, i've decided to let you in on a little secret.
one of the more seminal reasons, one of the unique reasons why i hate applying for jobs or employment or whatever the semantical meaning of,
the job always turns me into homo economicus.
i look at the qualifications,
and quite on the contrary to how id like things to go around here,
i orientate my skills, capacities, abilities, strengths, talents, natural and artificial,
around an idea
that never asked me what i thought
before i ran into it.
for real?
dont you end up saying, 'i could do that, i could do that'
or
'i can do that'
or
'i will do that'
'i will do'
'i will'
...
suddenly my will is invested.
like you swear to yourself as if even thinking about it,
you're already memorizing the oath
of putting food to your body
on anyone elses terms.
IT MAKES ME ABSOLUTELY NUTSO!
for.
real..
so, i've decided to let you in on a little secret.
one of the more seminal reasons, one of the unique reasons why i hate applying for jobs or employment or whatever the semantical meaning of,
the job always turns me into homo economicus.
i look at the qualifications,
and quite on the contrary to how id like things to go around here,
i orientate my skills, capacities, abilities, strengths, talents, natural and artificial,
around an idea
that never asked me what i thought
before i ran into it.
for real?
dont you end up saying, 'i could do that, i could do that'
or
'i can do that'
or
'i will do that'
'i will do'
'i will'
...
suddenly my will is invested.
like you swear to yourself as if even thinking about it,
you're already memorizing the oath
of putting food to your body
on anyone elses terms.
IT MAKES ME ABSOLUTELY NUTSO!
for.
real..
Monday, April 28, 2008
a tale of two cities.
The same hurricane can be completely different.
http://citypages.com/databank/26/1294/article13694.asp?page=8
http://citypages.com/databank/26/1294/article13694.asp?page=11
http://citypages.com/databank/26/1294/article13694.asp?page=14
http://citypages.com/databank/26/1294/article13694.asp?page=13
and most interestingly,
http://citypages.com/databank/26/1294/article13694.asp?page=15
http://citypages.com/databank/26/1294/article13694.asp?page=8
http://citypages.com/databank/26/1294/article13694.asp?page=11
http://citypages.com/databank/26/1294/article13694.asp?page=14
http://citypages.com/databank/26/1294/article13694.asp?page=13
and most interestingly,
http://citypages.com/databank/26/1294/article13694.asp?page=15
Sunday, April 27, 2008
T - 11 hours
you are witnessing a monumental blogger occasion:
i just decided that im live blogging the last essay of my undergrad degree.
this last undergrad paper is such a painful process.
ive youtubed shark videos just to avoid it.
just one more all-nighter for undergrad.
i'll be updating.
i just decided that im live blogging the last essay of my undergrad degree.
this last undergrad paper is such a painful process.
ive youtubed shark videos just to avoid it.
just one more all-nighter for undergrad.
i'll be updating.
Tuesday, April 22, 2008
Garbage!
http://www.thestar.com/News/World/article/416816
okay so its about new orleans and yea hello welcome to an update im down here for the SPP and first, despite what this article says YES there were protesters at the summit but the trouble is if you act in secret then DUH there wont be much of a mobilized force, yes?
theres just way too much that is wrong with this coverage. it says "with files from the associated press" which is just pure garbage. anyways.
my problem is,
even the star? but i love you, star. you've been so good. dont use the SPP and this shit to make yourselves seem "balanced", dont do that to the many groups and constituencies that are relying on the evenly somewhat progressive voices to say something else. so what you cite someone from the NDP, big deal.
so much garbage, im pretty bummed. bummer out.
okay so its about new orleans and yea hello welcome to an update im down here for the SPP and first, despite what this article says YES there were protesters at the summit but the trouble is if you act in secret then DUH there wont be much of a mobilized force, yes?
theres just way too much that is wrong with this coverage. it says "with files from the associated press" which is just pure garbage. anyways.
my problem is,
even the star? but i love you, star. you've been so good. dont use the SPP and this shit to make yourselves seem "balanced", dont do that to the many groups and constituencies that are relying on the evenly somewhat progressive voices to say something else. so what you cite someone from the NDP, big deal.
so much garbage, im pretty bummed. bummer out.
Tuesday, April 01, 2008
Stalled: Photog Wanted.
Looking for a photographer to take dazzling photos of yours truly in the shirts.
OH MAN, in other news, production is stalled because my only needle broke and I have to get some new ones.
BUT
I have a super killer convocation outfit. It's effing rad. no describing is possible of the awesomeness.
its forthcoming.
OH MAN, in other news, production is stalled because my only needle broke and I have to get some new ones.
BUT
I have a super killer convocation outfit. It's effing rad. no describing is possible of the awesomeness.
its forthcoming.
Thursday, March 13, 2008
This Blog has a new idea
I dont know if you know this, but I've been making my own shirts. Mostly recycled (hot) and a few new materials. Mostly recycled. They fit me because I made them for me.
The big idea is to do a photo shoot and post them on here. Then i can start to brag about how im a fashion designer and that will make YOU want one of my shirts.
A preview:
at pride prom, with my mitchy matchy date, skirt modified, shirt, new material. it looks kind of awkw here but its much nicer.
below is the rear view of one of my best recycled shirts; red with a navy blue band at the top.
the navy blue matched the unoriginal apparel socks. sorry, it was winter, what thefuck.
Below is a blurry phone photo someone took of me at international gala. i made the shirt but on the last stretch of it, the machine broke down. I had to hand sew, and I couldnt hem/do a nice strip on the top. Also made an earing out of fabric; a french flag. The shirt on the account of the theme of the gala: canadian flag and welsh flag combo; canadian flag: cotton poly new materials, welsh flag same deal only it was a terry loop (or something) green for the bottom of the flag. dragon included.
the skirt i made was new material also, closest thing i could get to the welsh tartan. button up.
LOL
so out of the dozen shirts i made i will have to get myself photographed and show them off to you on here.
GET EXCITED.
The big idea is to do a photo shoot and post them on here. Then i can start to brag about how im a fashion designer and that will make YOU want one of my shirts.
A preview:
at pride prom, with my mitchy matchy date, skirt modified, shirt, new material. it looks kind of awkw here but its much nicer.
below is the rear view of one of my best recycled shirts; red with a navy blue band at the top.
the navy blue matched the unoriginal apparel socks. sorry, it was winter, what thefuck.
Below is a blurry phone photo someone took of me at international gala. i made the shirt but on the last stretch of it, the machine broke down. I had to hand sew, and I couldnt hem/do a nice strip on the top. Also made an earing out of fabric; a french flag. The shirt on the account of the theme of the gala: canadian flag and welsh flag combo; canadian flag: cotton poly new materials, welsh flag same deal only it was a terry loop (or something) green for the bottom of the flag. dragon included.
the skirt i made was new material also, closest thing i could get to the welsh tartan. button up.
LOL
so out of the dozen shirts i made i will have to get myself photographed and show them off to you on here.
GET EXCITED.
Monday, March 03, 2008
Farting at work
Hey so what do you do when you have to fart at work? this is for those who are employed, but i guess if you are a permastudent you could think about what you do when you have to fart in class.
me, i'm only in a tiny tiny office, and if im not super busy, i'll go have a fart in the terminus. if im on the phone, so it goes, but its awkward because i try to avoid audible farts when im on the phone at least the work phone. when im on my cell phone and i pick up when im on the can, i dont stop peeing but i DO talk a bit louder and more blathery until im done.
i certainly just had a fart while writing this break blog spot.
i am 100% against storing up all that fart in you, and here's why:
when i used to store the farts up all day, you go to bed, and because you are relaxed lying down, you just fart all night. i've farted myself awake sometimes, and i've actually been like, "whoa whats that sound, OH it was me farting k gnight"
but this can be embarrassing if you have someone over for a sleepover. ive had a couple ex boyfriends laugh when i farted when i was sleeping (i woke up to hear myself ending a fart, and then they laughed and i pretended i was asleep) but they are exes now, who cares, right?
but for the love of the academy, if you are in the library in the computer lab during exams, when nobody is eating right, go have a fart walk. i walked in to the lab during exams last semester and it just stank of one big collective student fart.
i wonder if my office smells like that.
ps I TOTALLY JUST SOLD TWO PAINTINGS FOR SOME BOOZE, IM ON MY WAY UP IN THE WORLD!
me, i'm only in a tiny tiny office, and if im not super busy, i'll go have a fart in the terminus. if im on the phone, so it goes, but its awkward because i try to avoid audible farts when im on the phone at least the work phone. when im on my cell phone and i pick up when im on the can, i dont stop peeing but i DO talk a bit louder and more blathery until im done.
i certainly just had a fart while writing this break blog spot.
i am 100% against storing up all that fart in you, and here's why:
when i used to store the farts up all day, you go to bed, and because you are relaxed lying down, you just fart all night. i've farted myself awake sometimes, and i've actually been like, "whoa whats that sound, OH it was me farting k gnight"
but this can be embarrassing if you have someone over for a sleepover. ive had a couple ex boyfriends laugh when i farted when i was sleeping (i woke up to hear myself ending a fart, and then they laughed and i pretended i was asleep) but they are exes now, who cares, right?
but for the love of the academy, if you are in the library in the computer lab during exams, when nobody is eating right, go have a fart walk. i walked in to the lab during exams last semester and it just stank of one big collective student fart.
i wonder if my office smells like that.
ps I TOTALLY JUST SOLD TWO PAINTINGS FOR SOME BOOZE, IM ON MY WAY UP IN THE WORLD!
Thursday, February 14, 2008
SFUO blogger, 2
Disclaimer: this is about student elections at my university. frankly, go away if that's not your thing, because the last thing i want to do is BORE you.
Wassim G of the student paper, La Rotonde, has been marathon blogging about whatever and whoever walks by. it's hilarious. he starts at 2 in the morning and i dont think he's stopped. my sources tell me he took a nap at around 7. or so he tried.
I hear he wants to blog for a full 24 hours. Good on him. I just figured he should be blogged about at this point. blog on, yo. the tireder you get, the better you blog.
Wassim G of the student paper, La Rotonde, has been marathon blogging about whatever and whoever walks by. it's hilarious. he starts at 2 in the morning and i dont think he's stopped. my sources tell me he took a nap at around 7. or so he tried.
I hear he wants to blog for a full 24 hours. Good on him. I just figured he should be blogged about at this point. blog on, yo. the tireder you get, the better you blog.
Wednesday, February 06, 2008
Blush
Okay, so the seaflow in the background is kind of corny but i really dug the text i'd never noticed before in adobe. the unlit smoke is kind of silly, but adobe-ing in a lighted cigarette would be WAYYYY too pose. like how sad would that be? i have image issues if i adobe in a lit cig.
SO!
i am BLUSHING huge because one of my all time favorite bloggers stopped on by for a visit. but dont go over there (all eight of you) and leave dumb comments because readers are great but BLAHgers are just as bad news and we're all about the good news around here, HAHAA self referenced blog.
BLAHgers
to go to someone elses really cool blog and treat the comments section like its your own blog: always showing up saying stuff especially when its mean like what kind of anon coward religiously stops by and only once in a while works up the gall to say shit about someone they dont know?
nope, the comments section, unbelievably, is not your blog.
in other news its wild to discover that someone you've been reading and blockstalking and avoiding making comments to because your comments are usually things like 'yer so right, you are so cool' asswipe things, well to have a comment once in a while is a big deal.
of course none of this is possible without the hub what is raymi
so if all of that is that, then thats that .
UPDATE: Tommorrow there will be a special you wont want to miss.
Monday, February 04, 2008
Britty's Bubble: a recipie to blogging
Fact: Anyone can blog.
It's true. And get this, you don't have to be right, or near-accurate, or know much of anything at all nowadays. With our without a lot of hits, with or without blog trackers, with or without any of that stuff, you too can become an authoritative source on student politics.
Nevermind the real facts, you can make up whatever you'd like! It doesn't have to correspond to anyones reality but your own. You don't have to do any research; just recall what struck you as important, and POOF! Magically it is, just by the clickety-clack of your fingertips and the pushity-push of the buttons.
Omissions of details, like some guy getting 700 votes are not important. What is important is that you can make it all up as you see fit. Don't bother digging through records or heck, even asking people what they were up to before they ran. Do what student politics bloggers do best: overgeneralize! And don't forget to call your observations facts.
Soon you will find yourself linked on a macleans student blogger, in no time!
Presto! You are a blogger.
It's true. And get this, you don't have to be right, or near-accurate, or know much of anything at all nowadays. With our without a lot of hits, with or without blog trackers, with or without any of that stuff, you too can become an authoritative source on student politics.
Nevermind the real facts, you can make up whatever you'd like! It doesn't have to correspond to anyones reality but your own. You don't have to do any research; just recall what struck you as important, and POOF! Magically it is, just by the clickety-clack of your fingertips and the pushity-push of the buttons.
Omissions of details, like some guy getting 700 votes are not important. What is important is that you can make it all up as you see fit. Don't bother digging through records or heck, even asking people what they were up to before they ran. Do what student politics bloggers do best: overgeneralize! And don't forget to call your observations facts.
Soon you will find yourself linked on a macleans student blogger, in no time!
Presto! You are a blogger.
Thursday, January 10, 2008
Intros are not my forte
So i am editing an essay that I wrote last semester because it will be a sample of my academic writing and the structure of it is kind of inadequate, it isnt smart enough and so i want to work out some kinks, maybe try to re-write it now that its all in one spot.
whats shit is that i've already written this essay in even worse format not knowing that what i was talking about was such a big doomsday subject that it is, and that just as i was stuck then looking for any kind of structure or rotation, so too was i when i wrote this one last semester, and now i am writing it AGAIN.
I've avoided this edit all of christmas break. i avoided writing the essay for the class till the night before. the story in my head makes sense, but it doesnt have a very good place to start. it, like its content it is defending, is crazy, and no format i have found can put crazy onto the paper and represent itself fairly while being academic.
crazy and academic. once i had a grad student chum of mine tell me i had just enough crazy to get through a masters. im not so sure, but of COURSE im not sure eh thats PART of the crazy, if crazy were part of crazy it would make no sense to the rules of crazy to feel comfortable and confident about the crazy you are trying to show the world.
How do you start the sentences that will lead you to talk about the big giant mess humanity is in?
in the very way the illness is misrepresented and taken in charge of, so too are all my words and all my resentment for the fact in the subject.
Well, im going to do the only thing i know that helps when im at the border of sanity.
A + to the students who know what I'm going to do next.
whats shit is that i've already written this essay in even worse format not knowing that what i was talking about was such a big doomsday subject that it is, and that just as i was stuck then looking for any kind of structure or rotation, so too was i when i wrote this one last semester, and now i am writing it AGAIN.
I've avoided this edit all of christmas break. i avoided writing the essay for the class till the night before. the story in my head makes sense, but it doesnt have a very good place to start. it, like its content it is defending, is crazy, and no format i have found can put crazy onto the paper and represent itself fairly while being academic.
crazy and academic. once i had a grad student chum of mine tell me i had just enough crazy to get through a masters. im not so sure, but of COURSE im not sure eh thats PART of the crazy, if crazy were part of crazy it would make no sense to the rules of crazy to feel comfortable and confident about the crazy you are trying to show the world.
How do you start the sentences that will lead you to talk about the big giant mess humanity is in?
in the very way the illness is misrepresented and taken in charge of, so too are all my words and all my resentment for the fact in the subject.
Well, im going to do the only thing i know that helps when im at the border of sanity.
A + to the students who know what I'm going to do next.
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