ok, so i’m back ‘at work’. i’m sitting in front of the computer, notes open in front of me, most pressing of procrastination activities completed (blogs read, discussion boards perused, laundry flapping on the line), stomach full and kettle on.
do you think i have even any clue as to what my thesis is actually about? it’s been so long, i can’t even remember what i was writing about.
right now i’m looking at these notes on the dance act itself, ready to hoe into an argument about afro-american vernacular dance and what that actually means to a bunch of middle class white kids in melbourne, and i just can’t seem to remember what it was that made all this so important.
i think i need to re-read past chapters.
surprisingly, though, i’ve found writing about my work on this blog is actually conducive to good thesising. don’t have a postgrad community to discuss readings with? why not crap on to an imaginary audience on the internet. kewl.
