yin: “I should be home at around 4-4:30, I should think. Though do remember that within quantum mechanics, the science of the body in motion, the intricacies of the interiorities of mnemonic time—no longer an arrow—are being realized in the (traditionally) feminized shape of the body of the matrix.”
yang: “So, then, what?—closer to 6-ish? Well, just so long as you leave yourself enough time to make sure my baked potato isn’t hard in the middle again, we’re good.”*
Good God, what was that?! I really respect people like you and Mr. Thompson that can wade through dribble like the cyber-activist-feminist-pomo whatnot.
I wish a student in one of her classes would ask her to define “Hilbert Space”…heh.
And if you tell kids that today, the little rascals, they won’t listen.
Post-modernism resembles nothing so much as… well, nothing.
“‘Tis a tale told by an idiot, all sound and fury, signifying nothing.”
You know, I might have interpreted that as the “does this dress make me look fat?” question.
This could go one of two ways:
1. She thinks she’s James Joyce, only with quantum mechanics and cyberpunk.
2. She thinks all that gobbledygook actually means something.
Hilbert space: analytical, counter-intuitive, and defined by a male; hence a space disjoint from feminalist space.
Holy shit, this woman is out there. I prefer to have conversations where words mean something, and where they’re not busily being redefined (or, more probably, undefined) on the fly.
From the comments, Thompson adds this little gem that aptly could refer to our favorite pet trolls:
Humpty-Dumpty is the patron saint of intentionalism.
As any married man can tell you, your actual wife will never say anything like that.
She will, however, expect you to read her mind, divine her intent, accede to her unspoken wishes, or risk being cut off from sex for an undefined period of time.
And then they wonder why men stray……
1)”Marriage is an institution”
2)”Love is blind”
Ergo:
Marriage is an institution for the blind?
So I see they’re still trying to coapt the talking-in-tongues identity bloc, eh – word salads with a little French Dressing? Me, I’m already on a roll, thank you.
I think we need a full Navier-Stokes solution for the boundary condition between this sort of thing and the the actual world. I’m guessing there’s some seriously turbulent flow, there.
I feel violated having attempted to read that.
I segfaulted myself. Now I have to go clean up, and take a symbolic stack dump.
I thought Humpty-Dumpty was the patron saint of omelettes?
“Time was thought of as an arrow because men have penises, but now we know time actually has a feminine shape because of all that physics and math / conceptual analysis – stuff.”
Yin and yang, indeed.
“Time flies like an arrow. Fruit flies like a banana.”
I left academia partly because I got so tired of seeing all those pudgy-rumped, nekkid emperors and their fawning entorages. After awhile, the absurdity wasn’t funny anymore.
I liked this:
the intention behind such wilfully unintelligible text is, it seems, not to invite thought or reward it, but to repel and discourage it. This is done by exhausting the reader’s efforts to comprehend and reducing him to a state of demoralised dishonesty, whereby absurd and vacuous statements are repeated and endorsed, regardless of incomprehension and for fear of appearing stupid.
It reminds me of a “French Feminism” course I took in collage. And, don’t ask me why I took that; I think I used to drink a lot while perusing the course-book.
From the link:
That’s at least tied for least intelligible statement on that page. Ironically so, as it takes a historied term of art and misapplies it in a way that its user, pressed, would have to resort to claiming is metaphorical.
I say this as someone who thinks Guertin’s a gibbering idiot. And I mean an actual idiot making barnyard calls (which, in the barnyard she inhabits, often sound like cut-up Deleuze). I’m more on Thompson’s side than he himslelf is.
So, sometimes, was Deleuze.
okay – I admit it. I’m a mechanical engineer and i have no clue what any of that stuff meant.
On another interesting note: i have an aunt who was a professor of theology at a well-known east coast university for the last 20 years….she used to write crazed left-wing hyper-feminist stuff like that all the time. Her books were absolutely incoherent, with no real meaning behind piles and PILES of words. It was a horror of the first order, I tell you.
She just got put in a home for the mentally ill, after finally being diagnosed with paranoid schizophrenia.
Coincidence? hmm.
Just the outtakes at the link convinced me not to bother with even considering tackling the text of her thesis. What’s scary is that not only did she write and, presumably, edit multiple times that jumble of words which are crying out to mean something, but also that her advisor and at least two other people had to read it and approve it as being a significant contribution to the discipline.
Sooper scary.
Maybe, but
Dom Deleuze is Captain Chaos
i have an aunt who was a professor of theology at a well-known east coast university for the last 20 years….she used to write crazed left-wing hyper-feminist stuff like that all the time. Her books were absolutely incoherent, with no real meaning behind piles and PILES of words.
I still have a ton of the old feminist crap in a box in my attic- I just went through it a few weeks back. I even had an Andrea Dworkin book in there.
Money quote from Thompson:
Indeed!
And then there’s this:
An old fool, of long standing, made a stupid comment. Now my life is over, and there is no national championship.
Puuuhleeeeze. Whatever happened to “sticks and stones”? Whatever happened to “Pay no attention to the drooling moron in the corner.”?
No, the bad man ruined our whole lives with his verbal rape. BECAUSE OF THE RACIST PATRIARCHY!!!
Anyone think tattoos even look good, except maybe on Pequoid, the last Mohawk?
Major John—Hilbert Space… isn’t the cartoon about the loser with glasses and the crooked necktie?
Yang sounds an awful lot to me like an erudite Ralph Kramden…….
GMG,
Sometimes I feel like I inhabit Dilbert Space…
gahrie,
Or Cliff Claven.
Heheheh… Life imitates the Chomskybot.
Dicentra, remove the “partly” and I’m right there with you.
I left academia when I found out there wasn’t going to be pie.
I was lied to.
Freud: The Future of an Illusion
MLA: The Illusion of a Future