Image: Macinate Term is coming to an end. Which means literature reviews, rewrites and essay plans are due. All this on top of organising Christmas for the entire family. But don't worry, Sue has a plan...
My dissertation supervisor is keen. She said if I send her some draft ideas she will look at them, and I did in fact manage to get a draft literature review done in the end, which she has already looked at and returned comment. I sent it to her to meet the deadline and buy myself some time, not for a moment imagining she would leap on it as soon as she opened her inbox.
My dissertation supervisor is keen. She said if I send her some draft ideas she will look at them, and I did in fact manage to get a draft literature review done in the end, which she has already looked at and returned comment. I sent it to her to meet the deadline and buy myself some time, not for a moment imagining she would leap on it as soon as she opened her inbox.
So now I have to read what she's said and commented on her comments but first I have to write about the economist and philosopher Hayek, who was a guru toMaggie Thatcher in the good old days when she and Reagan were in bed together (eurgh). But Hayek actually had some good ideas. It's just that Maggie took them to extremes in her megalomania.
When Maggie said there is no such thing as society (I know, I know, which evidently she didn't actually say in those precise words), it was a phrase she pinched from Hayek. However, Hayek meant it in the sense that individuality should be paramount and could be used to control markets since individual talent is just as good as the collective alternative. That's why he didn't believe in society. It wasn't that he felt if you have fallen on hard times then tough shit it's your own fault for not getting on your bike and cycling to Yorkshire every day on the job hunt even if your family live in Hackney.
When Maggie said there is no such thing as society (I know, I know, which evidently she didn't actually say in those precise words), it was a phrase she pinched from Hayek. However, Hayek meant it in the sense that individuality should be paramount and could be used to control markets since individual talent is just as good as the collective alternative. That's why he didn't believe in society. It wasn't that he felt if you have fallen on hard times then tough shit it's your own fault for not getting on your bike and cycling to Yorkshire every day on the job hunt even if your family live in Hackney.
| My husband has this habit that drives me mad. Well he has many in fact, but this one is particularly irksome. He goes in for house phones that have a caller display on them, and if he doesn't recognise the number calling, he won't answer the phone. That's it, that's the habit that drives me mad. | The only essay plan I have is that I plan to write them. |
Why? Because he has such a bad memory that he wouldn't recognise his own mother's number if she called. Which is rather a bad example, because she never does and then gets shirty when nobody rings her, but you get the gist.
The phone will ring and he will read the number out loud to me. "I don't recognise that number", he will say. Like I care! Just answer the bloody thing. Infuriating. When I am studying upstairs, I don't hear the phone ring immediately and the caller is getting the distinct impression no one is at home. Then I rush to the office to answer it just as they hang up.
One more week and it will be the end of term. It can't come quickly enough. I can't cope with any more learning, I have reached saturation point. Yes, it's true next term doesn't start till 5th January, but equally true is that in that time I have to write two 3000 word essays, turn my house into a hotel for the festive period and make headway with my dissertation if it is to be even remotely researched before its April deadline. Uni has become keen on essay plans too. The only essay plan I have is that I plan to write them. Sounds like a plan doesn't it?
Squeamish Sue
The phone will ring and he will read the number out loud to me. "I don't recognise that number", he will say. Like I care! Just answer the bloody thing. Infuriating. When I am studying upstairs, I don't hear the phone ring immediately and the caller is getting the distinct impression no one is at home. Then I rush to the office to answer it just as they hang up.
One more week and it will be the end of term. It can't come quickly enough. I can't cope with any more learning, I have reached saturation point. Yes, it's true next term doesn't start till 5th January, but equally true is that in that time I have to write two 3000 word essays, turn my house into a hotel for the festive period and make headway with my dissertation if it is to be even remotely researched before its April deadline. Uni has become keen on essay plans too. The only essay plan I have is that I plan to write them. Sounds like a plan doesn't it?
Squeamish Sue
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