Report on Intellectual Shot in the Arm: Requested my letters of rec. Am a bit shocked at the brightness of the glow, and am thus reminded of necessity of intellectual contributions yet to be made. --- Am not really surprised to find that Former Boss never did write a letter of rec (standard passive aggressive BS from her), and am requesting two from former soulkilling job people. And all that, "Oh, I'm sorry you didn't get it," from her. What a weasel. It must be hard to be her, knowing that her time in the bardo will be long, and that reincarnation as a dung beetle is sure. --- NB, there will be no more half-assed people allowed in my world. That whole limping along, hoping not to attract the notice of larger beasts -- just not good enough. Breeds all manner of backstabbing, passive aggressive, or aggressive aggressive, or just annoying ... Nietzsche? Honey, could you shoo those half-asses off, will you? I have work to do.
Do also need to ask advise of updates from former profs, and get one of them to correct his letter. I did not base my book in the work of Helene Cixous (though I love her beyond measure). Ya doof. Except for that one little, tiny oversight, the rest of the letter sounds like you actually know me or something.
And to hit some friends up for letters. Some of you owe me. Mary, Mary, Darlene. Knock, knock!
Conclusion: I think the goal of hardcore, charmingly irascible, shakingly visionary public intellectual is not at all beyond reason. At least, lately, this is what I'm thinking. .... But, then, why dream small?
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