Tonight, assuming I pass the course, is my last class before graduating graduate school. Just in time. I have had it with academia. Even my current professor, whom I have liked, seems to be too blah, blah, blah.
My pursuing a graduate degree has been going on for ten years. Somewhere in the last decade I also started writing a newspaper column and found a voice. I am not ready to call it my voice, but rather a voice of mine. It is not an academic voice.
As soon as I say this to someone, they assume I don’t like writing foot notes. This is not true. Computers make the process easy. Nevertheless, I have had no good response to what I meant. Until now.
I comment from Sin and Syntax by Constance Hale. Constance calls what we don’t like pretense. When a professor instructs us to write an academic paper this is what I hear. Not only hear it, but see it.
Try reading Foreign Affairs Magazine. For the writing alone, I think the world might end.
“The problems of an eidos in history, hence, arises only when Christian transcendental fulfillment becomes immanentized. Such an immanentist hypostasis of the echelon, however, is a theoretical fallacy.”
I second this as academic writing. If ever you see it from me, I welcome you calling me out.