Foucault has been got; the reading begins. I quite like Foucault, though I’m not sure why. Perhaps I will be able to enlighten you (and more to the point, myself) some time this afternoon after having buried my nose in The hermeneutic of the subject or Technologies of the self or Self writing. Or maybe I will be none the wiser.
On a side note, I’ve managed to write something today that I am actually quite happy with for the first time in five months, and which actually sounded somewhat like a coherent piece of pseudo-academic writing. I say pseudo because there were no references, and the threads tying it together were sketchy, and well, quite frankly, it was written by me.
On a further side note (perhaps the upside? Or the downside? Or the inside?), I had a strange experience this morning in which I felt very much like I was in a fishbowl – but more on that another time.
