2002-11-21 - 7:28 a.m.
"Honey, how was your day?"
Well, I had an appointment with David Brain in which he rolled his eyes and gave me the extension on the research paper that was due earlier this week. Then I went to anthropology class and discussed the book that I hadn't read past the introduction. I spouted a lot of postmodern marxist bullshit off the top of my head -- after all, resistance-rejection of the capitalist modes of production's structuring of the knowledge and systems of power organization would necessarily seem intrinsically irrational by Weberian standards and therefore anthropologists' project to theoretically position these expressions of resistance have a powerful geopolitical positioning -- I apparently made some first-time anthro students feel bad about how, as one put it, "I didn't get what I was supposed to out of the book." Then I felt bad.
The scary thing is, while I didn't read the book past the introduction, in that chapter I had genuinely read EVERY THEORETICAL WORK SHE CITED. I dreaded every citation: Weber, Foucault, Eric Wolf. What have I become?
The rest of the afternoon passed in a valium haze. Pleasant conversation. Talking with our landlord, who as it turns out, is an editor at Fine Gardening Magazine.
Not too long after coming home I got drunk. As off late, I have been watching television for hours upon hours every day. What have I become?
