Wednesday, February 20, 2008

Story of my Life

Or the past couple of weeks at least. It seems that every time I sit down to finish that paper, something lures me back to the internet.
"It is clear that national identity amongst nineteenth century bla, bla, bla"
.... must just check the temperature in Orlando, before I forget.......
20 minutes later, having also checked the prevalence of mosquitos in Florida:
" bla bla bla what Freud called the narcissism of small differences"
... must check that quote on Google Scholar.....
another 20 minutes later having discovered another, much more interesting article:
"a certain slipperiness in their affiliations..."
Oh great, I've got mail. Oh, look a link to a YouTube video...
And so on and so on. Until it's time to pack up and cease all semblance of having been toiling at the keyboard

3 comments:

spentrails said...

How comfortingly familiar. The internet is always the most attractive and accessible of displacement activities. MUCH easier than baking brownies.

meredic said...

Hmm...yes that is scarily like my life.

Lucy said...

Mmm, 'research paper' could be substituted with any number of things.
I might be tempted to look up 'narcissism of minor difference' on the internet now, which would be more diverting than taking the dog for a walk...