It’s a Saturday evening at the Regenstein, kids. It feels wierd to be alone and to be looking forward to a night alone and a remainder-of-the-weekend alone, but everyone on campus is doing the same thing right about now: working on all the papers they still have to finish for Academic 2003-04.
I’ve talked out my ass in this paper for a good twelve pages and run out of things to say (and things that I know off the top of my fscking head). So I started finding data and sources and all that jazz that I was dreading — I hadn’t had much luck earlier. But tonight I’m just clever enough to have rephrased one of the Google searches I was using and suddenly all kinds of great data has jumped out at me from the last couple of years. So now I’ve just got to get some maps and dig something useful out of the dumpster that is spatial theory in sociology. I don’t know whether it’s going to add up to a long enough paper for my purposes, though. A thorough and readable case study or policy paper typically needs to run 25-35, not 17-if-you’re-lucky. Not to mention that this paper is somewhat late, so “more impressive rather than less” would have been nice. Oh well.
I’m not thrilled. I’m not dejected. I’m hardly fscking here at all. Somewhere deep, deep inside me is the urge to rent a whole bunch of DVDs, buy a twelve-pack, and climb into my I-House womb, but of course I won’t. I don’t know if I’ll get much more done on this paper today, though.
I’m freezing fscking cold in this library.
Life, in general, is a pretty boring, infantile, lonely state of affairs without too much payoff in the end. Ennui.