dear, dirty

misanthropology

exeunt:

a while ago, I left, but I’d stopped writing a lot about fieldwork a while before, maybe because it started being real life.  and it was a lot like falling in love, maybe because I did fall in love.  I don’t know what else to say about it yet.

new favorite Irish idiom: “hangover horns.”


that thing where you’re really horny when you’re hungover, and it often leads to kinda regrettable morning sex.

new favorite Irish idiom: “gargling.”


this means “drinking.”  a lot.  but alcohol, not mouthwash.

I fucking told you guys there are urban horses running around Dublin, PART II.
granted, these are super tiny horses, BUT.  spotted a few blocks from my house, next door to Pavee Point, a resource center for Irish Travellers (a pretty important community in the raising and selling of horses in Ireland).

I fucking told you guys there are urban horses running around Dublin, PART II.

granted, these are super tiny horses, BUT.  spotted a few blocks from my house, next door to Pavee Point, a resource center for Irish Travellers (a pretty important community in the raising and selling of horses in Ireland).

When people follow Foucault, when they’re fascinated by him, it’s because they’re doing something with him, in their own work, in their own independent lives. It’s not just a question of intellectual understanding or agreement, but of intensity, resonance, musical harmony.

Gilles Deleuze, Conversation with Robert Maggiori, Liberation 2-3 (September 1986)

this should be the purpose of all education: to transform our relationships to the world around us, and in doing so transform that world. no scholarship worth its salt should live its life in the sterile halls of the academy. which is to say that if we are not applying the critiques we read and produce in our scholarship and education to our own lives, to our relationships, then there is no point to education at all. and this applies to every level of education, from what happens in the halls of the institutions to what happens in our houses and in our streets and in our workshops and communities. i’m thinking of education and learning in general, lived experience, picturing here a varied tapestry of education, where the colors of the tapestry blend and meld into one another to comprise the whole of lived experience. treating one form of education as an isolated experience cuts it from the cloth, and overall experience is diminished. if one is reading the critique only to write a paper, build a career, teach a classroom - but not to transform one’s own life and the relationship that comprise it - then it’s nothing more than an exercise in abstraction and violence.

(via questionsofmethod)

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aaaaand then this!

(via questionofmethod-deactivated201)

The essential political problem for the intellectual is […] that of ascertaining the possibility of constituting a new politics of truth. The problem is not changing people’s consciousnesses - or what’s in their heads - but the political, economic, intuitional regime of the production of truth.

It’s not a matter of emancipating truth from every system of power (which would be a chimera, for truth is already power) but of detaching the power of truth from the forms of hegemony, social, economic and cultural, within which it operates at the present time.

—Michel Foucault, ‘Truth and Power’ in Power/Knowledge. P 133. (via verysmallowls)

new favorite Irish idiom: “as happy as Larry.”


an Irish turn of phrase used to indicate that someone is very happy.  e.g.: “she started on the Lexapro, and now she’s as happy as Larry!” 

a cursory googling has revealed extensive historical speculation as to the etymology, but I think it’s more fun to imagine there’s just a really popular dude named Larry walking around giving everybody super good vibes.  Larry!

was almost just moved to tears by some Hidden Valley Ranch commercial Indian-summer-baseball-game-corn-field business.  think I may have been in the field for juuuuuuuuuust about long enough. 

Ireland has gotten cold as hell, y’all.  and it’s raining again.  secrets of the fetish, y’all.