So I'm in the process of begging a guy from the phi. department at Clemson to be my thesis advisor until I graduate. This is rather stressful, because though I know he's a really cool guy, really approachable and passionate about what my thesis is about, he's still in academia, which my school is far from. I'm walking a thin line between academic-ethics and general anarchist friendliness. He's a scary dude. His books make him even scarier and I know if he's my advisor I'll have to pull my shit together in a serious way and do something NEW. which is scary. i'm giving him the introduction to my thesis as a writing sample and ... argh. I mean, I know the guy, I took his class on Foucault and Anarchism last summer, I just doubt he remembers me and Anti-Oedipus is a pain in the arse.
ah fuck. all i can do is ask.
anyway, my cat says hi, and my dog says fuck.
ah fuck. all i can do is ask.
anyway, my cat says hi, and my dog says fuck.