Oh yeah. I forgot to mention that, for good or ill, I’ll continue publishing blogularisms until the next batch of pointless criticism drives me completely underground. I mention this because some of you have expressed an interest. To those who have not expressed an interest: I bet you’re bored as hell, reading this. You should go read some Judith Butler. That’s entertainment!
Check this out!
[…] Butler questions the extent to which we can assume that a given individual can be said to constitute him- or herself; she wonders to what extent our acts are determined for us, rather, by our place within language and convention. She follows postmodernist and poststructuralist practice in using the term “subject” (rather than “individual” or “person”) in order to underline the linguistic nature of our position within what Jacques Lacan terms the symbolic order, the system of signs and conventions that determines our perception of what we see as reality.
I’m not against being criticized, incidentally. I merely question the extent to which readers of blogs can assume that bloggists can be said to constitute themselves, as opposed to the extent to which readers of blogs can be said to constitute critics.
Another thing I want to mention is: have you ever put out spider traps? Because holy shit, you wouldn’t believe the arthropods what waltz through your hut when you’re not looking. Today I found two regular scorpions under my fridge, and two wind-scorpions in my bathroom, and another brown recluse spider in the hall. And about a bafillion unidentified gnats, small beetles, moths, and lesser spiders, in the gluey spider traps I was obliged to stick here and there around the bunkhouse.
I am sorry I had to put out those traps. There was quite a bit of unexpected collateral damage. But I can’t have the dogs getting brown reclused. And Bert has this idea that scorpions are minuscule puppies.