The Hard Part

I'm at the point in my dissertation in which I no longer to get to write a bunch of summary and have to switch to chronology. Gorz wrote two autobiographies, which are the things I'm working from to situated where he was and what he was doing while he churned out articles and books. The first one, The Traitor, is really autobiography by way of gut-wrenching self-analysis, an earnest attempt to understand every aspect of his own personality and motivations. The other one he wrote in tribute to his wife of 40+ years, right before they committed suicide together in 2007. Neither are particularly easy to work from and I've been dreading this part of the project.

On a happier note, B and I had fun yesterday executing a lightning raid on Novato to take part in our homie S's surprise 30th birthday party (she was surprised about the party, possibly surprised about being 30.) It was incredibly satisfying getting to shout "surprise!" It was like a good sitcom. B drove the morning shift, so I got to hang out in the car and take pictures. It's neat living so close to SF.

Tomorrow evening we depart for Eugene to see the family for a few days. Our trips to Oregon are always a pain in the ass in that we have way too many people to see and never enough time, so we've been trying this new "focusing" technique in which we specify who we're going to visit and who we're going to not visit (much to our chagrin) ahead of time. This time is a me-fam thing. Hopefully we'll get to see our PDX homies again in June.

Right. Dissertation. Right. Write.