♬ digital, ♬ quartz, ♬ plateau ♬
♬ archives, ♬ mouse dame ♬
♬ algorithms, ♬ car lake ♬
♬ cooking, ♬ sprayed with poison ♬
♬ pinned to a wall, then hung from the hinges of the mail room, where I am thought to be held ♬
♬ framed, then taped to assemble clickbait
If you’re like, “I just want to be like, ‘Oh I have no no no no no no no,’ and the only way to do that is to do something other than sit back and let the world read your abstract,” then you’re not living history—or at least an ongoing research project.
remembering that time I told this story about how when you got into anthropology you thought you were just a professor hunting for a niche, you could have gone on for… anything
this paper may also feature on my forthcoming book-writing non-fiction label, Unmaking Science: The Disempowerment, Angst, and Privilege of Being Cosmopolitanized (Thousand Words, Timing!)
working through my typewritten response to a graduate student’s review of my class of the year, which cites Bloom as an authority, and only did so after it was on its way out. awesome
I would dig one, that way when it’s wrong the other is already outdated. (Of course, getting incorrect information out of yourself is not actually obvious.)