Tired

I’m so tired that when my computer prompted me to enter a password on the home screen, I typed in “password” and then stared in utter incomprehension at the screen.

P.S. Then I wrote this post on my phone, went back to the computer, and did the same thing again. Wish me luck on round three. Or maybe I’ll spend the whole night retyping the word “password” again and again.

Census Question Goes to SCOTUS

The Supreme Court agreed on Friday to decide whether the Trump administration may add a question about citizenship to the next census questionnaire. Critics say that adding the question would undermine the accuracy of the census, because both legal and unauthorized immigrants might refuse to fill out the form. By one government estimate, about 6.5 million people might decide not to participate. That could reduce Democratic representation when congressional districts are drawn in 2021.

That’s what it was always about. It’s an electoral strategy. It’s about gerrymandering and winning elections without doing any work. It’s also about pleasing capital (which doesn’t exist, of course) by ensuring that there is an endless supply of underpaid and exploitable workers.

Capital Isn’t Real

The other reviewer hated the article because I write about liquid modernity and fluid capital “as if they were real.” Of course, if I wrote about the idiotic petit objet a as if it were real, nobody would mind.

I’m at a stage where everybody shits on my research because I talk about capital and quote Zygmunt Bauman. OK, not everybody everybody but three people. But still. I’m very annoyed.

Modest

A journal returned my article and said it can’t be published until I integrate the crucial book on the crisis written by Professor Clarissa Bulochkina (i.e. me). I didn’t quote myself in the article, it’s true, out of a sense of modesty. So now I feel a weird mix of gratification and annoyance.