I found this incredibly scary. Maybe I’m just tired since its Friday, but mixing genres like war and commercial smoothness seems ugly in a more profound way than just telling us that they are very good at making killing tools. Tools beeing one of my interests and all...
I've been making preparations for doing the empirical part of my projects on young Norwegian bloggers. It’s a slow process, since I’m (obviously) not sure what I’m looking for. Why people blog, maybe? How this activity is a part of the social life these people lead? How the blog is not just an inverted personal diary, but also a coordinating tool in different practices? Huge and vague questions like these don’t really push you forward.
Today I will meet with my supervisor and hopefully enter the weekend with an almost anabolic self esteem (alternately feeling like a dot; dimensionless and invisible). This seems to be the normal states of the PhD student, something like a binary opposition. Or maybe everybody feels like that all the time, to quote Futurama. I’m not sure. Bite my shiny metal ass…
