... and my slightly strange and achingly long day ended with a kiss from a total stranger.
Which helps make any day bareable.
I hope I see her again. I hope she remembers kissing me (the 'and doesn't cringe' addendum is implicit). I hope I can spot her out of the crowd. I hope I remember that her name is Zoe. I hope she remembers mine.
Friday's Addie is full of hope.
In fact every Addie is full of hope. How does Hopeful Adatha sound?
Today, at uni, we argued about whether social change can originate internally, or whether it requires external stimulus. We talked about the notion of habitus, as associated with a (textually painfully dense) Frenchman, now deceased, called Pierre Bordieu, who said that individual agency is framed by 'structure', which is in turn shaped by agency.
He has this neat (if not perfect) diagram:
Picture a triangle with Habitus, Praxis and Structure marked on it.
Habitus is essentially 'habit' - durable tendencies I think he called them somewhere... It's the rules and ways you learn how to do stuff without even thinking about it (eg. you shake hands with your right; shit is bad; education is good; summer is better than winter).
Praxis is the practice(s) that marks the externalization of habitus (shaking hands always with your right; washing your hands after you shit; going to school; complaining about the winter).
Structure is the totality of social structure... And I (and he) mean totality of structure. All of it.
So habitus engeders practice, which engenders structure, which thus engenders habitus. Like I said: neat. But a little scary...
Bordieu said you can only free yourself from habitus by becoming aware of it. But everyone is shaped by it, and, by its nature, you aren't aware of it. Think of it like Marxist class consciousness: once you're aware, you can do something about it. But think of habitus as social conditining. Deep conditioning. Without your conditioners (opposite of shampoos) even knowing that they are doing this... Like enslaving ourselves almost... So you can see how we then got onto change. Or maybe you can't. Or maybe you just skipped to where I wrote
TITS
and left it there.
But a girl called Zoe kissed me as she was leaving the bar. Just a little kiss.
And she's pretty. And seems cool. And is an investigator(!).
But no, I didn't get her number, or give her mine. It's more fun this way.
Have I now totally fried any semblance of bad-boyness? Damn! There goes my cred.
I hope she comes back. But if not, I'll survive.
... and then she kissed me...
Awwwwwwwwwwww...
x
Which helps make any day bareable.
I hope I see her again. I hope she remembers kissing me (the 'and doesn't cringe' addendum is implicit). I hope I can spot her out of the crowd. I hope I remember that her name is Zoe. I hope she remembers mine.
Friday's Addie is full of hope.
In fact every Addie is full of hope. How does Hopeful Adatha sound?
Today, at uni, we argued about whether social change can originate internally, or whether it requires external stimulus. We talked about the notion of habitus, as associated with a (textually painfully dense) Frenchman, now deceased, called Pierre Bordieu, who said that individual agency is framed by 'structure', which is in turn shaped by agency.
He has this neat (if not perfect) diagram:
Picture a triangle with Habitus, Praxis and Structure marked on it.
Habitus is essentially 'habit' - durable tendencies I think he called them somewhere... It's the rules and ways you learn how to do stuff without even thinking about it (eg. you shake hands with your right; shit is bad; education is good; summer is better than winter).
Praxis is the practice(s) that marks the externalization of habitus (shaking hands always with your right; washing your hands after you shit; going to school; complaining about the winter).
Structure is the totality of social structure... And I (and he) mean totality of structure. All of it.
So habitus engeders practice, which engenders structure, which thus engenders habitus. Like I said: neat. But a little scary...
Bordieu said you can only free yourself from habitus by becoming aware of it. But everyone is shaped by it, and, by its nature, you aren't aware of it. Think of it like Marxist class consciousness: once you're aware, you can do something about it. But think of habitus as social conditining. Deep conditioning. Without your conditioners (opposite of shampoos) even knowing that they are doing this... Like enslaving ourselves almost... So you can see how we then got onto change. Or maybe you can't. Or maybe you just skipped to where I wrote
TITS
and left it there.
But a girl called Zoe kissed me as she was leaving the bar. Just a little kiss.
And she's pretty. And seems cool. And is an investigator(!).
But no, I didn't get her number, or give her mine. It's more fun this way.
Have I now totally fried any semblance of bad-boyness? Damn! There goes my cred.
I hope she comes back. But if not, I'll survive.
... and then she kissed me...
Awwwwwwwwwwww...
x
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This feels like one of those exchanges between bartender and down-hearted barfly from an old film.