So, I did actually spend most of the day working on the thesis as I’d hoped to… but I find to my horror that I’ve only done 6000 words. Sure it’s not a real thesis (it’s part of a Masters by Coursework so it only has to be 16,000 words long) but my timeline says I have to have 8,000 words done by June 1.
That’s possible if I work on it all day tomorrow and do some on the weekend but my track record on this ain’t good.
The really scary bit is this idea that I think I’m going to do some of it or even lots of it while I’m overseas. I’m not sure I’m being very honest with myself on this. At least I am allowing myself the option of deferring next semester and finishing this in the first half of 2004. I hope not to use that option, but we’ll see.
Secret Life of Us is horrifying me. I thought this show used to be somewhat progressive? The discussion last night among the women about plastic surgery on genitalia to make it look more attractive (they called it getting the curtains lifted) was abhorrent, and not one of them demurred, saying women were attractive just the way they are. No, they all sat around a porn mag saying “Oh, she definitely needs it” and reacting with disgust to the bodies of other women. Yes, including the so-called liberated dyke character I’m analysing.
Oh well, at least there’s lots of fodder.
Sooo much fodder. The script writing is so clumsy it’s like they deliberately do it for my benefit.
RICHIE: AIDS is getting worse. Not just in the gay community but in the straight community too.
SIMON: Which community are you in?
RICHIE: (scoffing laughter) Shut up…
But I am NOT motivated to write more. I am procrastinating. I am fiddling with my Dad’s Web site that I’m doing for him. I am writing two-hour letters to Christina (hi Christina!). I am moping about certain people I should not be moping about. I am writing LJ posts…
Anyway, don’t think I’m going to get more writing done now, but I can go and read the diaspora reader Penny lent me. That’s still “working on my thesis” right? Right.