Dear all, today (and this is only day 5) I am facing my first blogging breakdown. It was my rule to get up in the morning and post something, but my dissertation snuck up on me today and hit me with the deadline-stick from behind. I think Douglas Adams said somewhere: ” I love deadlines. I particularly enjoy the ‘whooshing’ sound they make as they fly by.” I am not sure I can subscribe to that today–too much existential anxiety (“I need to get a job in academia sometime–please, jobmarket, be gentle–it is my first time”). So I have been held prisoner by my dissertation and have been unable to come up with anything worth writing about.
Instead, I put up a picture of one of my favorite people: Ronnie Biggs (in a Prisoner of Rio shirt). There you go. Prisoners. Me. Ronnie. (and probably that woman they force to shoot these fitness infomercials with Chuck Norris [who, I hear, is apparently finally making it legal and will adopt “Fucking” as his middle name–I also hear there is no chin underneath his goatee but another fist!])
I do have one question, though: has anyone been watching the 3rd season of Lost? Have you noted the psychological and philosophical confusion as of late? Very Foucauldian behavior-modification (via panoptically induced paranoia and subjectivity based on pain-avoidance) in combination with classic behavioral science operant conditioning, allusions to the 60s series The Prisoner (has anyone seen that?? I might have to write about that tomorrow), as well as to A Clockwork Orange. Quite contradicting influences there. Any thoughts?