trying
I'm trying to be productive, but today is threatening to be a vegetable soup-for-brains kind of day.
Mm. Vegetable soup. Sounds delicious.
There's a girl who works with me occasionally, who unfailingly reminds me of Stitch, of Lilo and Stitch. After much thinking, I've come to realize that the resemblence lies primarily in her wide mouth, and the arrangement of her small, white, pointy teeth. And her ears, which stick out like jug handles. And her big round eyes. And the fact that her arms are a little short, even for her compact body. And the fact that she talks a lot, very quickly, and in my mind all I hear is "rawkrawkrawkrawk."
But mostly, it's because of her teeth.
On the side, I've been editing dissertation papers for Korean PhD students. I respect that these individuals - so dogged, so meek and mild - are taking on a herculean task by writing their dissertations in English. I have trouble ordering at Korean restaurants, let alone writing anything in Korean. Their burdens are formidable.
But, after a couple of hours of editing, I find that the task of untangling their dense, senseless prose fills me with utter and complete loathing. I begin to hate those pale, undernourished students, with their sad eyes and their big heads, and their overly apologetic email messages. I hate them for trying to argue that
...for clinicians who advocate for culturally sensitive clinical practice, Hanson's theory can be a reference to defense the necessity of it.
or that,
...turnover intention has been widely used in the study of worker turnover because turnover intention is a strong predictor of actual turnover and assessing actual turnover is practically difficult.
And for stringing together meaningless sentences that are often paragraphs long, like some demented translation of a translation of Proust, until I feel like I no longer can tell what is what.
(Mm. Turnovers. With strawberry filling.)
Alice on February 13, 07[ link]