Monday, September 27, 2004

Oil y Automatons

Ontology, fua, fua...
Ontology, fua, fua, fua...

[This is the sound of my brain-motor oiled with too much reading.]

Looking one day ahead--all critical pedagogy: Shor on why vocationalism spells r-u-i-n and what he was doing in his classroom in 1979 (hamburgers as objects of inquiry, wedding contracts, so on); Thelin & Bertoncino on the plight of comp-teaching Kroger clerk who was assailed by Dr. Jones, the crank observer; good ole Freire--conscientization.

Looking to next Monday--We're spending another week on Foucault's The Order of [Words and] Things, too. But we voted on it; I lost. We need another week to map episteme shifts since the Baroke Breaque 17th c.  But I get the project, more or less (fine...perhaps less), and I feel ready to move on.  So I voted 'nay' on continuing with more ruminations. Others: 'yey.'  Democratic.  But I don't want to explain here what it means for Barthes (who sat in the week where a third bout of Foucault now sits).  Dammit! 'Course Barthes will remain in my project.  And, in protest, I'm referring to Foucault's book acronymically as TOOT for a while. 

Have  you ever read something you put on the schedule for a class you're teaching, just before you're about to work with it, and think, "What?"  Wednesday morning: Mike Davis's c. 4 from City of Quartz: "Fortress L.A."  What? fua...fua...

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