I haven't been able to post as much as I could of late, probably due to laziness or sheer lack of ideas. Today, for example, I had to go to the American Studies Association conference in Oakland, and if I hear the names Roland Barthes or Michel Foucault one more time, I am really going to have to "get ghetto" on someone, and it won't be pretty. Piled high and deep, that's all I can say about it.
Actually, I'll say one other thing: it seems postmodern and poststructural theory are just really bad attempts at prose writing. Did not someone once say that all philosophy is just bad poetry? He must have been thinking about this rubbish.
Tonight I might post something of substance, otherwise bear with me during my exile in this intellectual wasteland. It will be over soon.