I finished the thesis proposal. I feel sorry for my department head, not for having to read the proposal, but for having to read the four appendices I included. That was uncalled for, but they were crucial. I mean, what thesis is complete without an essay on the epistemological issues inherent in dream studies?
So now, folks, I can breathe a little. And maybe read....fiction?
In other news, a man from New York was rescued by firemen from the 7 ft tall mountain of poop, bottles of urine and "other debris" he had piled up in his bedroom. I'm not making this up. Apparently the pile of excrement trapped him in his room for four days, and he eventually struggled over to the phone to call for help. The 64 old man was treated for dehydration, hypothermia, bedsores, and exhaustion.
I'd be exhausted too if I piled all my poop up into a mountain. That's hard work. But that's no excuse to get dehydrated and not drink your own urine. Amateurs!
Oh - the picture is of an amazing slime mold I discovered growing on a log. This continues my series of nature's splendor/putrescence.
3 comments:
... i can see why you are so eager to read fiction, that mountain of poo story ruined my taste for real life.
OMG, tell me more about the epistemological problems inherent in the study of dreams.
I've always suspected that the empirical study of dreams exceeds its epistemological warrant. Tell me more or I'll be forced to buy another dream dictionary.
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