College has the fine quality of constantly reminding me how bad I am at time-management, and also of how fortunate I am to be allowed to work within academia. For all its faults, I’d be fucked elsewhere.
I posit a hypothetical scenario for your consideration.
You do a fair amount of “handywork” these days, and you have a reliable, basic set of full-size tools at home you use for this.
You have $100 of entirely disposable income on hand.
A reputable man walks up to you and offers you a very conveniently-sized swiss army knife with a multitude of high-quality tools (approximately 64 of them, all in a convenient and ergonomic package) that would make your “handywork” much easier and faster on a day to day basis, and will complement your full sized individual tools well. A full spectrum of “handywork” is covered between the small knife and your set of full-sized tools.
This is $40.
He also offers you slightly unwieldy but still fairly well equipped Swiss Army Knife with the Apple logo on it, and a shiny aesthetic. It has some features that are interesting twists on old standards, but may not actually be as practical as they are intended to be. You hold it in your hands, and realize that there are some jobs it won’t be able to do because it’s a bit too big, and others it simply won’t be powerful enough for. It has approximately 16 tools, all in a strange scale of 1 1/2 proportional step up from the smaller tools. In order to do the things the smaller tool would, you will need to relearn how to do them on this specific SAK due to it’s peculiar shape and size. Some of the tools are weaker versions of your full-size-set, or clumsily sized versions of those on the smaller SAK, but there are still a few that appear ostensibly useful. This will only cost you $70 leaving you unable to purchase the smaller tool.
“Fuck it. Fuck it if they call you hipster. Fuck them all. Fuck if everybody hates you. Fuck if you’re depressed. Fuck negative shit. Fuck fat, “normal” and skinny people. Fuck your ex. Fuck your failed exam. Fuck your ruined dreams. Fuck your awesome loved band. Fuck Disney artists. Fuck indie stuff. Fuck trianges, space stuff. Fuck you, me and everyone you know. Fuck all of your awesome clothes. Fuck insomnia. Fuck the time. Fuck everything. But most importantly… FUCK WHATEVER PEOPLE SAY. Do your own thing without giving a shit.”—
I have to finish House of Leaves whilst helping the urban poor of San Francisco next week. I must then return to school with all manner of high-minded opinions about deconstructionism, postmodernism, literary fiction, etc. regardless of whether or not I mean them (I mean most of them, but analytics are still a pain in the ass), and feed these into the intellectual machine.
Meanwhile, I will have forced my way through one of the only books that truly deserves extended deliberation. Fortunately, it’s also the kind of work that lends itself to multiple reads.