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Motivate, baby
Thu, August 17, 2006 - 9:26 AMof cognitive disrepair
entertained by mental masturbation and
other peoples' thoughts.
There sits a baroque thesis.
It reeks of processed snores.
It rolls its i's in boredom,
and fills with hazy daydreams of a more inspired birth.
And I think,"eh, why not add lousy poetry to the day's list of not-working-products?"
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Thu, August 17, 2006 - 11:59 AM
Motivation:
If no completion by Friday,
no home grown tomatoes no spanking |
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Thu, August 17, 2006 - 12:20 PM
Hey, what are you doing online -- you're supposed to be busy!
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Sat, August 19, 2006 - 2:35 PM
I can feel your pain through your words. Very good---three hankey poem. Here is one of my favorite jokes:
The forgein sailors in Odessa demamded that there be a place where they could obtain certain services, so Rabinovich was approached by the City's Party Presidium about opening a brothel. Says Rabinivich: "No way, I know how things will end up: First I will have to allot five beds for the City council members, another 20 for the Party, and fifteen for 'visiting dignitaries.' Of all the girls could hire 20% will be relatives of party members who I will be expected to keep on the payrol, 35% will be exempted from work to fullfill party obligations, and the rest will be buisy servicing the beds filled by the nomenclatura. And then what am I, Rabinovich supposed to do? Lie down and fill the production quota?" After a couple of less then frendly phone calls fron the Central Committee, Rabinivich finally agreed to open a boredello. It was called the Scientific Reaserch Institutue for Gender Related Matters. After a year it was doing qiute well, in fact flourishing. Rabinovich is asked: "Why is it that your Scientific Reaserch Institute is doing so well, and all the other ones don't seem to do accomplish a thing." "That's simple," says Rabinovich, "we are the only S.R.I. that is not engaged in onanism." |
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Fri, September 8, 2006 - 10:25 PM
I am finding there is a huge difference between the relaxed, nay dowright halcion graduate experiance you described, and what I am going through now. First I am taking actual classes, and am flooded with work already. Second, I am pounding the pavement trying to talk to profs to get them interested in what I want to do. The rough draft of my thesis proposal is due in three weeks, and I have no idea of what the topic is going to be, much less have I begun to shift through the mounds of literature necessary to see if what I want to do has any relevance whatsoever. On top of that, I am suddenly getting a stream of visitors---not everyone has your reluctance it seems to come see Alaska, and to tell you the truth, it is gorgeous this time of year, go up a mountain or just drive a bit north and see summer transition into autumn before your eyes. Not that I have time to notice.
Anyway, just thought I would take this oppertunity to complain. I am sure, when I reach your lofty perch on the graduate ladder, I shall sit at my ease, but at this point, the rungs look awfully steep. |
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Sun, March 4, 2007 - 10:12 AM
"it rolls its i's in boredom" is a phenomenally good line.
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