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Musings of an expat grad student... oy vey.: October 2005
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Musings of an expat grad student. oy vey. Tuesday, October 25, 2005. I tried to write a blog entry about honesty and censorship, like I promised, but my brain is screaming for a rest, I think, and the words won't come out in any sensible order. My thoughts are still a bit nebulous, and fuzzy thinking does not a great blog entry make. Instead, I will save the heavy stuff for another day, and welcome elisabeth to the blog. I wish I could understand your blog, but I love your pictures! But a certain photo o...
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Musings of an expat grad student... oy vey.: June 2006
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Musings of an expat grad student. oy vey. Monday, June 05, 2006. I guess this isn't quite so much an angry feminist post as a tired and head-whirling one. Thanks, Otto. For giving me the impetus to post it. :). I've been reading a lot of really fascinating blogs lately. Feministe. But I stop short of commenting, because I'm so afraid that I'll offend someone. And that's the last thing I want to do. Therefore, I think that I'll continue to do what I'm doing: I'll just read, and listen to what people have ...
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Musings of an expat grad student... oy vey.: August 2005
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Musings of an expat grad student. oy vey. Tuesday, August 30, 2005. S husband has lost his battle with cancer. There are no words that could possibly express my sorrow for her and her son. Poetry will have to suffice:. After great pain, a formal feeling comes-. The Nerves sit ceremonious, like Tombs-. The stiff Heart questions was it He, that bore,. And Yesterday, or Centuries before? The Feet, mechanical, go round-. Of Ground, or Air, or Ought-. A Quartz contentment, like a stone-. They're like notches ...
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Musings of an expat grad student... oy vey.: January 2006
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Musings of an expat grad student. oy vey. Sunday, January 01, 2006. So I, uh, seem to have left the blog to simmer for a while. Not sure why I did that. I think that all the writing and reading I've been doing for school have managed to squeeze all the bloggy energy out of me, but now that I've spent a week doing absolutely nothing of value for my PhD, I'm recharged and ready to blog again. I LOVE your blog! I hope the holidays have been equally kind to all of you. Happy 2006, everyone! I'm a grad studen...
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Musings of an expat grad student... oy vey.: March 2006
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Musings of an expat grad student. oy vey. Monday, March 20, 2006. Yeah, so I suck at blogging. I think I have a little bit of stage fright, which makes no sense because I don't have stage fright in real life. But when the words I write are basically written in stone forevermore (read: Google-cached), I tend to seize up. After all, when I'm a famous novelist. I slacked off far too much in the fall, I think, and I'm paying for it now. Posted by Lonely Londoner at 1:20 AM. London, United Kingdom. I'm a grad...
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Musings of an expat grad student... oy vey.: September 2005
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Musings of an expat grad student. oy vey. Thursday, September 29, 2005. First of all, thanks, yall, for the congrats on my MA dissertation submission. You made me all smiley. :). I think sometimes that I'm somewhat self-defeating, at least mentally if not materially. For instance, tonight I spent an hour reading Invisible Adjunct's blog. How much does teaching matter? How much does it matter that I'll still be in my mid-twenties when I start my job search? How much does it matter - like, really. However,...
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Musings of an expat grad student... oy vey.: July 2005
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Musings of an expat grad student. oy vey. Thursday, July 28, 2005. I was supposed to go to the library today, but decided at the last minute that my time would be better spent at home, checking my email and updating my blog. I think sometimes that my decision-maker is broken. It's weird, isn't it, that research is always such a daunting task? Even when it's something you love? And here I am, writing this and procrastinating. It's all recursive. Surely there's a lesson in there somewhere? I play Dungeons ...
