My thoughts exactly

Linked from k-punk is & so this is Christmas. voicing the same frustrations as my own in the world of essay writing.

yeah, i'm posting, so obviously it's essay writing time again. i'm not pausing to really think this post out, so it will be a little... well, loose, shall we say. i'm just up in the middle of the night at the same desk i have posted from in the past, albeit with a different essay (or set of essays) lurking in the background.

Also

I'm becoming one of those critical theory/cultural students who can't order a coffee, flick through a catalogue, attend a barbeque - do anything really - without making a comment that is situated in relation to the theories of this or that critical theorist/continental philosopher.

And

Yes, I'm still up. No, I haven't touched my essay. However, I have done quite a lot of reading on and around the topic of the essay.


Exactly what I'm thinking when I'm making a post rather than writing an essay. They're ALWAYS THERE. Until Friday!!

On the subject of essays I've been reading DeLanda's excellent essay 'Nonorganic Life.' This has cleared up alot of things for me on matters of complexity and systems modelling. "phase space" seems like an interesting place to be.

Writing my dissertation has clarified a lot of big words that I've puzzled over for a while. I can now use morphogenesis, transduction, homeostasis and bifurcation (among others) in a sentance so I'm feeling very pleased with myself. At the moment I should be writing s section of chapter 3 of my dissertation on 'Systems and Assemblages' but instead I'm pondering over what to get from the Chinese Takeaway.

Embryogenesis though reminds me of when I went to Prague (this being one of the main points of my dissertation so its pretty interesting). If a group of cells in an embryo are transplanted from one region to another they will develop according to the structure of the second region. When I was transplanted from Newcastle to Prague I began to develop in a more Praguish and Baroquean way; so I must just be a group of embyronic cells who's determination changes depending upon the other systems and structures round about.

In other news, I have been getting ridiculed for writing on my walls with chalk. I like to write words on my walls so that while I'm working on something I can never escape. When I walk into my room I am assaulted by concepts that instantly make me think about writing and if I'm stuck I look at the wall and the word that I need is usually there. Recent accusations have been:

"You're fucking wierd."
"It's just not ordinary."
"You'll never be able to escape that." (which is the point really)

I was going to try to protest these slanderous accusations then discovered that there wasn't much point because everyone would still think that I'm 'fucking wierd' and I don't mind that. If writing 'Schizo' on my wall is the extent of my abnormalities then I think that I'm less crazy than most.

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