The exercise of intellect
Some Pierre Bourdieu from last week.
Being at home today, correcting some undergrad exams, I get to thinking about the discipline and work of ideas. How to do this? Treat it as a "normal" job? Get to reading by a certain time everyday. Devote a fixed number of hours? Break some time out to think about capitalism and alienation? I am reading some Bertell Ollman and Foucault this week, thinking about whether or not landscape architecture can go anywhere to alleviate people's sense of divorce from nature, given that so many post-Marxist critics allege that this is not possible no matter what under capitalism (and given that capitalism commodifies all land). Anyway, back to the question at hand... Can the production of ideas be more efficiently done by being disciplined and sticking to a schedule, or can I slip into an ascetic mindset of desks, books and typing that defies schedules, so that my ideas can be as second nature as the bowel movements of my landlord's dogs.
The yard is bare; almost zen. The dogs are neither alienated nor connected to this yard. They just shit and pee. They don't harvest or contemplate the sublime. However, I do feel somewhat alienated from and by this yard and maybe some landscape architecture could narcotize me. Perhaps it's the landlord-tenant exchange that really keeps me from improving this land.
And do you imagine a Prada-clad urban dweller getting down on the ground, taking her heels off and inscribing this into the wet cement? flickr
I also did a little hometown integration this weekend... Went to the Pat Spurgeon benefit
(the guy from Rogue Wave needs a kidney and I do hope they don't go buying one from a developing country, proving just how alienating capitalism can be). I rediscovered a band from my college years: Nada Surfflickr
. There is a nice little show on xfm
. i am digging their 2005 stuff.