I. Hoy me dijeron unas cosas muy interesantes sobre la famosa Reeducación, a saber: Si los reeducadores no conocen a fondo, o no entienden bien las filosofías o teorías de las que te vienen citando meros sound bytes, y si tú llevas en serio lo que dicen y estás pensando o sabes pensar, los vas … More Sobre el alma
I I wrote a page of my paper, and then I went to the store. I wrote another page, and then I took the rest of the day to write in my novel, which has no schedule and no publisher, and which would not count at work since I was not hired as a “creative … More La lentitude aujourd’hui
I Another book I would like to reread is Ishmael Reed’s Mumbo Jumbo. I think of it now because I have realized that academic writing is easier than blogging. I started blogging to jump-start academic writing, but their relationship seems to have reversed itself. This might be a sign of success. My scholarly texts would … More Jazz Poem, Voodoo Aesthetics
I am reading a fascinating and also funny essay by a scholar who spent most of her life working on the poet of my book manuscript on hiatus. It recounts the misadventures that work on this poet – who might be a shade, might be a vampire, might be an arsonist or a murderer, or … More The Idea of Order at Key West
“Fighting that bears no fruit” is what Nezua dislikes about lo académico. It is the best concise diagnosis of the problem I have seen. It took me about five years of professordom to finally understand: these people want to complain and struggle, but they do not want to resolve problems. There is also the penchant … More “Fighting That Bears No Fruit”
Not yet being a Bodhisattva, I do not always feel one hundred percent sisterly. Some days I have extreme difficulty being nice to certain well-heeled women I know who are very proud of their so-called independence and authority but are actually running dogs of patriarchy (as Mao might have said). One such informs me now … More Patriarchal Women II
I I went to graduate school because the woman at the career center said that looking for a real job was a full time job, and that getting one would take about six months of full time looking. This gave me great pause, since it meant I would have to spend the last six months … More Des mauvais grisgris académiques
Back to Shahrazad III At dinner that night I discovered that the past week’s FARC attack had taken place just outside Pasto. As a left leaning, petit bourgeois intellectual I do not know what to feel, someone said. The FARC are excellent guerrillas, we really like them. Usually nothing happens anyway, the boys just come … More Shahrazad IV
For ridiculousness, one of my favorite academic experiences of all time was the telephone call I received from a senior person in Women’s Studies who announced that I was the least oppressed person on the faculty: no husband, no children, not a woman of color, not disabled, not gay. As the least oppressed person, it … More Patriarchal Women I
Back to Shahrazad II Tupac drove us to a gated and heavily guarded compound. Inside the white walls were a lawn, a restaurant, and a number of pavilions. This was the club of the Bank of the Republic, where we were to stay. Official and fancy though it was, its nighttime attendant seemed a bit … More Shahrazad III
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