…I’ll get into really good shape and have a camera. Things I know I don’t own are a tent and a mat. Things I now realize I should own are a hat and more of the right kinds of hiking pants and shirts. And bento boxes. And poles. I am not going to acquire all of these things at once but I want to be a mountaineer again and I need equipment now. I want Vibram soles too, although I suspect I fetishize these.
Axé.
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Sufficient for 5 to 7 pounds of beef: 1/3 cup soy sauce, 1/3 cup rice wine or Mirim (can be found in Korean groceries, usually in the same aisle as vinegar and soy sauce), 1/3 cup honey, maple syrup or sweetener of choice (I use 1/4 cup turbinado sugar), one medium onion, a large handful of peeled garlic cloves, a teaspoon or more of black pepper, and one ripe pear (preferably half of a Korean pear — they are huge, but one Bartlett pear will do). Blend it all up in the blender. Add a few teaspoons of roasted sesame oil, the Korean kind. The stuff in the Whole Foods market type stores is horrible. Don’t blend after adding the oil — this time just stir. Add to the beef and let marinade in the fridge for a few hours — preferably overnight. It keeps for 48 hours in a pinch. Then just grill, broil in the oven, or pan fry in a hot cast iron skillet — don’t use any oil when pan frying and make sure to cook on only half the skillet surface or else the cast iron loses heat and the meat doesn’t cook up properly — it will lose all its juices. When I pan fry, I preheat the cast iron on high until it’s really really hot. Serve with lettuce to make lettuce wraps, and with kimchi, especially radish kimchi called ggakdugi.
Axé.
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Here is one of my favorite pieces on the Ronell case, and here is the other. Both writers are far better deconstructors and are tackling a far more difficult topic than are Ronell and Butler chatting on a line from Aretha Franklin. On her scholarship, I like this piece by Martin Jay.
The MLA wrote us a letter saying they had accepted Judith Butler’s apology for the letter she wrote, and were committed to justice for all. I responded:
Dear Professor Gere,It was disappointing that so many colleagues signed that unseemly letter – I would have expected better judgment from them. As people who have been in the profession as long as Butler and her friends have should know, such letters tend to be detrimental and not helpful to people under investigation. I do also note the professional harm its circulation will have done the student. I regret that people this indiscreet have so much power in the MLA now.
Yours,
[P Z Realname]
[Membership Number]
As we know, I don’t like the words procrastination and avoidance, I like the word strike, and I don’t think anyone who has managed to get a degree is a procrastinator or an avoider. Still, after a few traumatic experiences on the tenure track I froze in fear. We are told to be cautious. I still fear that if I allow myself to get lost in the work, and to truly do the best I can in it, I will be forced to a death more painful than any torture I have suffered heretofore. I try to move ahead without really jumping in. In obedient attempts to avoid “perfectionism” I try to rush, skipping steps, and then accuse myself of “procrastination” when I trip and fall because of the step I did not build. We must take advice, but only standard advice, and not our own.
I have, however, finally found a piece of writing on procrastination that I like, because it speaks to fear, because it speaks to the issue of loss of voice.
Procrastination is a form of resistance to the flow of life. When we procrastinate, we are in resistance to our own flow, in other words in resistance to the call of our soul, to the energy of the Universe.
The piece is about living, not about producing, and about love, not self-control. It’s not from a refereed journal, just from someone’s website, and I find it quite interesting.
Axé.
I read about all these professors and how happy they are, how independent and financially secure and creative, and I think:
and so on, and feel practically too weak to get up. Then it occurred to me to say instead “We are working a demanding job in difficult circumstances. We got here through life’s vicissitudes, and we have certain pleasures and certain power,” and I felt much better.
Before Reeducation I did not scrutinize my life for imperfection and I lived a much more perfect life therefore.
Axé.
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J. E. Pacheco, Morirás lejos.
On James Mill, progressive versus traditional education, and charter schools.
The other Foucault — what led him to politics?
Crackeros, novelists I should read.
I want to read but first I need to calm down. I don’t feel calm in small towns. I’d also like to live somewhere with bookstores, and other signs of intellectual life. On the weekends, I’d like to go out in nature. It wouldn’t be humid, and there would be mountains.
Axé.
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It is not what they do to you, it is what they can get you to do to yourself, is an important point for those of us who are dealing with misogyny or any kind of discrimination, really.
Another thing to remember is that although we are constantly told that most people can never admit they are in the wrong and that the sign of moral progress is to do so, even when you are in fact the wronged party, people lose respect for you when you apologize and you should consider not doing it. Do they? When they have in fact committed major crimes? They do not.
What I would like, though, for 2018 is to have more authority over the students, and therefore be in a position to be kinder to them or at least feel less wounded by them. In the old world, this authority existed in the structure of programs but now it does not. You have to be very, very solid in the bubble that is your courses, your world, and leave things at that.
I am on it.
Axé.
But it seems that my father is going to die. Here is something his accountant suggested as a mantra.
In purest outpoured light, shimmers the godhead of the world… (it begins)
this is a verse Rudolf Steiner wrote, so the godhead is many gods that have dwindled or died
and live in the (ether-spiritual-other world, world of nature)
Your dad has a shimmer in his eye that, somehow there is a reflection of the other world space
it is quite peaceful and accepting
Axé.
....Sondé miroir, O Legba!....
