a plea for help
It’s 11:00 on a Saturday night, and I am at home with a mess of articles and books scattered on our livingroom floor, trying desperately to finish my final paper for my Roman Identities class. Not that I’d normally be out painting the town white…or beige…or whatever, but it’d be nice to know that I’d be free to do so if I wanted.
Alas, I am wrestling with institutionalized violence and empire-building in the Roman world, trying to reconcile Foucault’s analysis of Bentham’s Panopticon and DeBord’s Society of the Spectacle with the Roman games. It’s not going so well. Brian has threatened to disable my access to MySpace, Gmail, and WordPress so that I stop procrastinating. Well, he can’t lock up the cats, so I have some mode of welcome distraction. At least they seem to be enjoying burying their heads underneath all of my books and chewing on the corners of my papers. My cats have a deep appreciation for academia, I tell you.
On another “I’m thinking of everything but what I should be” note, I’m starting to warm to Eltonito’s suggestion that the ladies and I should cover “Sound of Music” by Joy Division. And after Brian made me a mix cd with Unwound’s “Valentine Card” on it, I think that would be another possbility if we were ever serious about doing covers…or practicing on a regular basis. Poo.
There should be midnight yoga.
