Aisle 17

Aisle 17: The Artsy Fartsy Aisle.

This is going to be a short post. I know! A short LitSM! How can that be? But it is. I have much reading to do.

Just wanted to mention one, ONE thing. I just had my second day of grad school. Both days I had to write a responce to the readings (it's what we do). Both times I mention punk, or something punk like. At first I was a bit taken aback. Why am I writing about punk in a performance studies course. Then it hits me, because punk is a performance! Duh! It is what interests me and I'm not too bad about writing about it. Now both essays are very minimal in their inclusion of punk, however I just read an article writen by my professor, Jose Esteban Munoz, the essay, "Stages: Queers, Punks, and the Utopian Performative." So the head of my department is a punk. This so psychs me up! I figured I would have to be all philosophical and theatrical but now I see I can use ALL of my odd knowledge while dealing with this class. Hell I think I may just start including B-cinema into the event.

Many of my fellow classmates are very well spoken and highly intelligent. The honestly blow me out of the water, but I think I can actually hold my own now. I've been trying desperately to sound smart, what I need to be doing is sound like myself and hope for the best.

In any case tomorrow we talk about punks, queer theory and the book Camera Lucida, which is about photography. I think I can handle this. Just why the hell does Derrida have to poke his head in?!? Damn modern French philosophers.