no, thank you.
Apr. 7th, 2005 10:31 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
rhyllfirst: dreams.
last night i dreamt about crocheting, and women in black. i am not full of excitement and really wild things.
still, it's better than dreams from the night before, where i had to hide with my loved one and our children while we heard everyone we know getting killed outside. i think there may have been a plague, as well.
next: capoeira.
last night it went from 6 'til 8:30. we did some capoeira angola, which was kind of cool but oddly unsatisfying. and then we had about an hour and a half of the roda. which would have been more fun had i not felt so completely useless. kicks not working, game not flowing, not feeling like i was properly reacting to the other player. very determined to improve, but sometimes it seems so useless.
finally: work.
it's all stupidly ironic. because i'm getting more into the idea of still writing about briding the digital divide, and how to extent political uses of technology in the developing world, and all that. but i want to also add an extra level, looking at what role academics should play in the process, and our responsibilities and such. (that didn't explain it all very well, but then i don't have it very well set out in my head yet.)
but, the irony - i get all excited about theory. all this beautiful theory and baroque wording. i just found a book on pragmatism, and i was starting to really enjoy it when i thought: oh fuck. basically, i think i want to argue for a more engaged, accessible, and politically involved academia. but then, the way i want to argue for it is in pages of dense theoretical matter, written horribly inaccessible (but oh so tasty) academic language.
and, as yet, i can't think of any way to tie my project in to achieving things in 'the real world' effectively.
argh. stupid head. stupid me.
it's all very frustrating.
last night i dreamt about crocheting, and women in black. i am not full of excitement and really wild things.
still, it's better than dreams from the night before, where i had to hide with my loved one and our children while we heard everyone we know getting killed outside. i think there may have been a plague, as well.
next: capoeira.
last night it went from 6 'til 8:30. we did some capoeira angola, which was kind of cool but oddly unsatisfying. and then we had about an hour and a half of the roda. which would have been more fun had i not felt so completely useless. kicks not working, game not flowing, not feeling like i was properly reacting to the other player. very determined to improve, but sometimes it seems so useless.
finally: work.
it's all stupidly ironic. because i'm getting more into the idea of still writing about briding the digital divide, and how to extent political uses of technology in the developing world, and all that. but i want to also add an extra level, looking at what role academics should play in the process, and our responsibilities and such. (that didn't explain it all very well, but then i don't have it very well set out in my head yet.)
but, the irony - i get all excited about theory. all this beautiful theory and baroque wording. i just found a book on pragmatism, and i was starting to really enjoy it when i thought: oh fuck. basically, i think i want to argue for a more engaged, accessible, and politically involved academia. but then, the way i want to argue for it is in pages of dense theoretical matter, written horribly inaccessible (but oh so tasty) academic language.
and, as yet, i can't think of any way to tie my project in to achieving things in 'the real world' effectively.
argh. stupid head. stupid me.
it's all very frustrating.