What is likely to be the final procrastiblogging saga of my M.A. career
Am slogging through Donna Haraway’s cyborg manifesto, as well as her companion species and monsters pieces. Due to an incident with the library, I don’t have a book. Fortunately, Google books, the Interweb, and a Xerox machine will help me read through her stuff anyway. (And by “read” I mean skim, and wish I understood what the hell she’s talking about.)
Anyway, this entry is just to say: I am reading Haraway’s Cyborg Manifesto in a coffee shop in a college town whilst wearing a skirt, Tevas, and with braids in my (non-bangs-ed) hair. I have never felt so much like a graduate student. How fitting that the feeling should arrive when I’m only one for eight more days.