Happy Feast Day of the Venerable Bede!
Oh, and also happy my dissertation defense day.
It was horrible. It went well, but it was horrible. I am so happy I never have to do that again. It's like taking your baby in for shots and having the doctor smack it for two hours.
But aside from some of them not being convinced by my arguments, feeling that I had hamstrung myself with my own theoretical model, and being occasionally flabbergasted at my egregious neglect of certain obviously crucial critics, it went well. Most of what they had to say was a way of changing the project when I make it into a book (or two, or three), so that's good. I tend to practice a pillage-and-move-on form of literary criticism, so I have loads of underdeveloped ideas and occasionally it reads like an incoherent grab-bag.
But nevertheless they all signed the form and agreed that I have only a couple months worth of work yet to do before I file my dissertation, so I'm one step closer to being a doctor. I can taste it. I feel like the guy in the death star attack who keeps saying "aaaalmost there..."
Now see, if I were the geek I once was, I'd be able to remember that guy's name. You know, Gold Leader. Someone who had his action figure, help me out.
I shall now drink. And sleep. Huzzah.
It was horrible. It went well, but it was horrible. I am so happy I never have to do that again. It's like taking your baby in for shots and having the doctor smack it for two hours.
But aside from some of them not being convinced by my arguments, feeling that I had hamstrung myself with my own theoretical model, and being occasionally flabbergasted at my egregious neglect of certain obviously crucial critics, it went well. Most of what they had to say was a way of changing the project when I make it into a book (or two, or three), so that's good. I tend to practice a pillage-and-move-on form of literary criticism, so I have loads of underdeveloped ideas and occasionally it reads like an incoherent grab-bag.
But nevertheless they all signed the form and agreed that I have only a couple months worth of work yet to do before I file my dissertation, so I'm one step closer to being a doctor. I can taste it. I feel like the guy in the death star attack who keeps saying "aaaalmost there..."
Now see, if I were the geek I once was, I'd be able to remember that guy's name. You know, Gold Leader. Someone who had his action figure, help me out.
I shall now drink. And sleep. Huzzah.
posted by James at 2:20 PM
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