happy birthday bestsparkler
Ahhhhhhh, you know everything I love, like “YOU SHOULD LEARN HOW TO SAY NO.” As it turns out, I don’t think that entering my 30s has helped me figure out how to do this.
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awkwardly trying to say i’m cutting edge
#economies of failure
Survival strategies for the disrepaired.
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Since that day, the elevator will return to talk about the weather. And the conversations in general will become more difficult.
lazz |>>>>: transparent accounts --
I look at the bookshelf next to me looking for maybe one book which might offer a critique — even a very subtle or shadow one — of exposure: but over there is Plato, Nietsche, Debord, Marx, Dworkin, Simone de Beauvoir, — all of whom expose. does arendt expose? (does she…
I’m not familiar with the original author, so my recommendation might not be new, buy why not: Rey Chow’s essay, “When Reflexivity Becomes Porn” might be useful? Her work on the imbrication of capture and captivation is also relevant to the questions raised in this post. Here & here are some quotes from the book where you can get these essays.
As for critical operations that take a form other than that of exposure (or revelation or illumination or even apprehension in that double sense of arrest and understanding) — and to follow in the wake of Lazz’s citation on the undercommons —, I’ve thought about Angela Mitropoulos’s expansion on “promiscuous infrastructures” and the infra-political a lot lately. What’s on the other side of that link are sections from a longer piece in her book, Contract & Contagion: From Biopolitics to Oikonomia (NY: Autonomedia, 2012).
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Karen Gregory: The Full Story
Since the original article on Billfold (http://thebillfold.com/2013/02/we-ask-that-you-do-not-call-us-professor/) seems to have struck a nerve with many of you and now that the comments on the Inside Higher Ed piece are rolling in, I thought I would post my entire interview with Colleen…
Here’s a longer interview on that Billfold piece, “We ask that you do not call us professor.”
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On the way to a longer reflection — one day, I don’t know exactly when — on my ambivalent feelings about the circulation of that quote that regards how very, very special it is to be in graduate school (which incommensurati responded to so wonderfully), I’m just going to put this right here:
Thinking about mentoring can tell us something about the cluster of promises, the attachments and fantasies, and generally, the double-bind that defines the place of minority discourse in the academy. Doing so also helps us to remember that the university was never a utopian institution, that the current potent rhetoric of its “defense” might unintentionally but deeply be linked to a fantasy of it as harboring its potentiality as such, a fantasy that can render it more difficult to negotiate contemporary conditions, to navigate the academic world and understand the constructs and conditions that privilege certain fantasies and attachments and refuse others. Acknowledgement of the ways that minority discourse sometimes refers to field-practices driven by an attachment to institutionalization per se - to what Roderick Ferguson has referred to as the “will to institutionality”[1] - rather than something like broad-based socio-political transformation toward greater equality and justice, clarifies the importance of sussing out the conditions (structural, affective, epistemological, economic, political, aesthetic) within which the university itself takes priority as object of discourse. Why this attachment? How, in this context, do we relate to aspirations to academia? How do we relate to or apprehend our own aspirations of and to academia?
Kandice Chuh, “on (not) mentoring” Social Text Website: Periscope section (published Jan. 13, 2013).
"How best to describe the colonization of the body at this particular juncture of capitalist life?"
SHE’S JUST NOT THAT INTO YOU
I can’t seem to decide if I should teach the Tiqqun book next semester.
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“What is emotion, Osden?” Haito Tomiko asked him one day in the main cabin, trying to make some rapport with him for once. “What is it, exactly, that you pick up with your empathic sensitivity?”
“Muck,” the man answered in his high, exasperated voice. “The psychic excreta of the animal kingdom. I wade through your faeces”
Ursula K. Le Guin, “Vaster Than Empires and More Slow,” in The Wind’s Twelve Quarters: Stories (NY: Harper Perennial, 1987; original 1970), 187.
