NO FAIR! NOOOOOOO!!
NO FAIR NO FAIR NO FAIR! ACK!
I'm the cute-but-demon kid from "Pet Sematary" after being killed by my daddy: no fair, no fair!
Three hours ago I logged into Blogger to write this post. Instead, I've been reading "Rate My Students" blog.
For three hours I avoided writing both my academic stuff and this blog --- about writing my academic stuff. Somebody, somewhere give me credit for good intentions. Or extend the pavement on this slow road to hell.
Why does writing have to suck so hard? My undergrad adviser said (to herself, though I was in the room only 4 feet from her face) "writing is so much fun. it's the research that I hate". Okay. Now, let's flip those adjectives and try empathising with Mr Martin. Research? SPACE CAMP AWESOME! Writing? Meh. Writing is like getting bad Thai food. By virtue of its Siamese-ness, the food rules; but, if its bad you eat it anyway because it's Thai food and Thai food is awesome. Repeat. Writing really is wonderful, I know this already. It sharpens or discredits ones ideas, puts your mind into the intellectual sandbox where the other minds are losing contact lenses or scraping off boogers in the nearby grass. You know, fun! But, shit. I can't get excited about the sandbox. Especially bad is knowing how much fun being in that sandbox can be. Imagine that your whole (well, reasonable adult) life you went ape-shit over pumpkin pie. Thanksgiving, oh man. Fuck football. Pie. Then around your 28th birthday you're like "meh, i'll pass on the pie" and your relatives give a look more appropriate to your announcing "10 bucks that my vagina is as soft as Karen Peterson's, the 4th grader down the block."
I used a lot of metaphors up there.
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