Getting the cogs grinding

I woke up this morning at 6.30, thinking about my assignment, so I got up, grabbed my laptop and did an hour’s work on it.  This has never happened before.

You may notice the effect of my current glut of assignments on my punctuation: double spaces after full stops were requested so now I’m doing them everywhere.  I correct myself on Twitter but otherwise, meh.  Whatever.  It looks right when your paragraph is double spaced, somehow. Otherwise, it kind of gives the impression that you’re hyperventilating.  TOO…MUCH…BREATH……

I’m writing a blog post now because I am at the point in my Annotated Bibliography where I have a conclusion to write, probably looking at about five pages, and I have an outline with stuff to hang on it and my mind is blanking out.  This may be because it is 3.30 pm and I have already spent three hours writing, one and a half hours in class (I bailed before the student presentations) and at least half an hour wrestling with Word and EndNote.  I’m hoping that blogging will unstick the old word machine and get that vocabulary flowing juicily.

How does WordPress’s editor think “unstick” is not a word?  Bizarre.

You may also notice the odd sentence written in the passive voice.  I do my best to avoid it, but it’s hard in academia.  I swear some articles I’ve read were written entirely in the passive voice.  Which makes me want to turn on the ‘read aloud’ function on Adobe Reader because they just sound like a robot wrote them, and it seems appropriate that they should be read in a mechanical emotionless voice.

This is one of the things I like about interpretative phenomenological analysis, which is the style of qualitative research I am planning for my own thesis.  You actually get to hear real people speak.  I will record my conversations with my participants, and my data will be the transcripts of those conversations.  I will use quotes instead of graphs.  I will let the people I’m studying speak for themselves.  I can’t wait.

But in the meantime there are conclusions to write based on summaries of articles and the stuff I’m meant to have learnt in class about levels of intervention and public health perspectives and what-not.  And then there’s the research proposal for next week, for a topic I only vaguely understand.  I’ve never designed or run a lab experiment in my life.  This may be ridiculous.  

I’m quite good at faking it, though.  Wish me luck.

Trucking on

I have two pages written. Six more, plus abstract to go. By Friday morning. I have all of tomorrow, if I wag class, which I plan to do, and the rest of this evening.

I’m exhausted.

Can I afford to stop? I don’t know. Can I afford not to stop? Probably.

See you on the other side.

Oh, the irony

I am now reflecting on the process of writing a reflective reading journal, which, as its title indicates, is where you reflect on the articles you’ve been reading, which mostly are about reflexivity in research. Not reflectivity. I think that’s when you have the little shiny patches on the sides of the rotating platform that the mice are on so you can see it spin.

Rotate or revolve?

I think rotate.

God, I’m tired. Another day’s work on the reflexive reflexive reflective journal, it goes in on Friday morning, and then I’ve got a week to write about the connection between two works of art and health psychology. Probably with some reflexivity thrown in.

My presentation went just fine this morning. I like being in front of a class, it’s lots of fun. It’s so much easier to talk to a bunch of people who are watching you and nodding and asking questions than it is to talk to a mirror in your room.

Also I have a soft plush neuron (who I took to class and used to demonstrate just exactly where the recording electrodes went in studies one and two). Her name is now Pippi the pyramidal cell. You know? Like Pippi Longstocking, with the horizontal pigtails and men’s shoes? Did I get round to linking to the picture of this brain cell? I think I did. You’ll see why it kinda works if you go check it out.

Go on, go look. 

Meanwhile, I’m going to shut this computer and go watch an episode of Warehouse 13 and go to bed. And hope like heck that I can get away with not reading the reading for tomorrow morning’s class.

Bugger, why did I have to go and think that? Now I have to go look it up and read it or I’ll feel guilty.

Let’s see. If I can read it in, like, five minutes flat (who cares about comprehension, eh? – think of Calvin and Hobbes), then I reckon I can squeeze in some delightfully daft telly before bed.

Sorry, this is way more stream-of-consciousness than usual.

God I’m tired.

A pleasant surprise

Getting a polite smile and wave from the baseball capped, ciggy smoking, lowered-Ford-driving boy racer I allowed room for round a tight corner.

I had a great idea of something to write about but it’s gone. I just about dozed off face down on the couch, knees on the floor, after tea (happy pig bacon, poached eggs and homemade hollandaise sauce on toast, mmmm) and now I’m procrastinating from reading tomorrow’s presentation out loud to my enthralled bedroom mirror and timing myself.

I am so tired. The thought of trying to finish my reading journal (that I should have been keeping up with all term) for Friday makes me want to cry. And there’ll be other readings to do for Thursday and Friday’s classes.

Great timing to get PMT as well. AND we’ve caught up with Castle so there won’t be a new episode until tomorrow!

Okay. Okayokayokay. Let’s get cracking.