Where do you look for the Abomination of Desolation. What form do you think it will take? Will it have a sign on it, or will a notification be issued? Or, perhaps, will you have passed it by and shook hands with it and perhaps danced with it along with your generations and saw it every day of your life. Perhaps when you see it, nothing will have changed, but you will see it because the scales have fallen off of your eyes.
I wouldn’t even label this as a true essay; it is simply an exploratory letter written in real time while engaging with Bataille. I do not intend for it to be a structured argument or conclusion. I am learning to let go of searching for answers by relearning to ask the questions.
This year I designed and taught a number of new modules in my new job and I’ll be posting my syllabi for them over the summer while I finally get time to catch my breath and think about how to rework the modules from this year that I’ll be teaching next year, alongside planning a new undergraduate...
I hate generative AI. I hate how it’s destroying writing pedagogy and giving students even more excuses not to read (because they can just read a “summary”). I hate how whiny and defensive AI users are about the pathetic little ways they’ve integrated it into their lives. If I could push a...