going nowhere on the mantlepiece
Friday, 30 October 2009 10:47 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
Phooey, had a whole post written and LJ inexplicably ate it. I now have a mental image of my poor little paragraphs wandering, lost and aimless, through the wastes of cyberspace, slowly disintegrating. On mature reflection this is not unlike the basic human urge, which I do not share, to believe in some kind of survival of consciousness after death, except that there's probably more actual reason to believe in an after-image of data than there is to believe in an after-image of consciousness.
This random and unprompted cosmic musing brought to you courtesy of a week packed with disintegrating students, some of whom present no really compelling argument for the persistence of consciousness before death, let alone after. On the upside, one of them dropped by my office for absolutely no reason other than to tell me how much she enjoyed my fanfic lectures in the first term. This kind of thing creates an identical effect to that of a chance acquaintance suddenly presenting you with a giant bouquet of flowers on general principles. Also, fanficcers get everywhere, like Hobbit fur.
I don't remember most of the lost post, like the Last Post but less musical. I do remember, however, linking to Gizmodo's rather entertaining analysis of the historical development of incompatible electrical plug formats across different countries. This has produced my current Favourite Sentence Du Jour: "Basically, the best way to guess who's got which socket is to brush up on your WW1/WW2 history, and to have a deep passion for postcolonial literature." At last, a use for postcolonial literature. Who knew? (This last statement brought to you courtesy of Academic Bitterness, and not to be taken out of context. Some of my best friends are postcolonial literature).
Now off to fight my current, Fridayish urge to lock my door and pretend I don't exist for the rest of the day. The current degree of student trauma is creating a sad tendency for me to get all empathetically weepy while giving curriculum advice. I think I need a debrief.
This random and unprompted cosmic musing brought to you courtesy of a week packed with disintegrating students, some of whom present no really compelling argument for the persistence of consciousness before death, let alone after. On the upside, one of them dropped by my office for absolutely no reason other than to tell me how much she enjoyed my fanfic lectures in the first term. This kind of thing creates an identical effect to that of a chance acquaintance suddenly presenting you with a giant bouquet of flowers on general principles. Also, fanficcers get everywhere, like Hobbit fur.
I don't remember most of the lost post, like the Last Post but less musical. I do remember, however, linking to Gizmodo's rather entertaining analysis of the historical development of incompatible electrical plug formats across different countries. This has produced my current Favourite Sentence Du Jour: "Basically, the best way to guess who's got which socket is to brush up on your WW1/WW2 history, and to have a deep passion for postcolonial literature." At last, a use for postcolonial literature. Who knew? (This last statement brought to you courtesy of Academic Bitterness, and not to be taken out of context. Some of my best friends are postcolonial literature).
Now off to fight my current, Fridayish urge to lock my door and pretend I don't exist for the rest of the day. The current degree of student trauma is creating a sad tendency for me to get all empathetically weepy while giving curriculum advice. I think I need a debrief.
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Date: Friday, 30 October 2009 08:35 pm (UTC)no subject
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Date: Sunday, 1 November 2009 09:16 pm (UTC)After it happened enough times that my rage began to affect my body (like the hulk)...I started writing in word and cutting and pasting.
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Date: Monday, 2 November 2009 11:02 am (UTC)Yes, with you on the homicidal rage when the cosmic wossnames devour one's deathless prose. I tend to CTRL-A CTRL-C as a nervous twitch when I'm posting.