Wouldn't a Caveman's Writer's Block Be the Thing He Writes On?

(Day 119?) Wow, we are really getting up there in dates. So high in fact that I am not even sure if I did that math correctly. I have been struck with a mean case of writer's block. Having been outwitted by my own logic, this blog has not helped me write when I am stumped, as writer's block has struck me here too. For my birthday just passed, I wished for a complete, well written thesis on my topic area, delivered in a timely manner. However, most of the people I know are also working on theses, so they thought this an unreasonable request given my unwillingness to write their theses. Oh well.

This writer's block has forced me into changing up my methods. I have to force this Greatest Writing Work (GWW) through whether it likes it or not. I was fond of my previous methods (wait in the sun for inspiration) but it was not the most time-responsible method. My new method (do-it until it gets done) is starting to work I think. I have printed off all of my written pages and my themes in attempt to look at this problem (thesis writing) old-school (or Old Skool). I was prepared to be pleased with myself for writing an entire thesis on technology, technologically. People complain of their eyes hurting from staring at a screen for so long, or inability to maintain organization on their computer, issues that I have overcome, only to be struck by writer's block, the oldest, least technological writing problem since ancient man started writing on walls.

A pencil and a stack of papers in hand, I can at least do some of my work outside, although realistically, the closest it sees to outside is the bus, as that is still a favourite place of mine to do work. See here for the story. And speaking of throwbacks to past writing, I was presented with an off the cuff use of one of the words I coined in the Reed Glossary. In pining about some trouble I was having, and whether it would affect the readability (Reedability, hahah - lame joke, but to me, at this point, very funny) of my thesis. In response to this, I was asked if my plight was not frought with an 'ego-fulfilling prophecy' or the misguided thought that my thesis would actually be read. See glossary here. Hoisted by my own petard, eh. I guess that is what happens when you put this stuff publicly online.

Maybe I could submit this song instead of a thesis song of the day: You, Me & the Bourgeoise - The Submarines

I Hear She is a Big Fan of the Blog... Of Course She is, She's My Ma

(Day 41) I think grad school is a full-on assault on one's self-esteem, ego and general perception of self. We are pushed to the absolute edge of what we can handle, and that is just in the coursework. It is not all that difficult to write a good graduate paper, but to be able to do so whilst also marking a thousand terrible student papers, reading just shy of a billion pages of thick academic literature and of course writing papers for other courses as well - well that is pretty difficult. After coursework is completed, we become our own dungeon-masters, chaining ourselves to our desks, computers or too-heavy-to-carry stack of books.

How could one's ego not only survive this destructive environment, but flourish? Grad students can have some of the biggest egos globally, and feel like the smartest people alive, but how? We have awesome mothers! Our mother's are the one's who fuel our egos, as I am sure is true for people in other fields, but that isn't what this blog is about. Grad students can live under the ego-fulfilling prophecy (that someone will actually read their thesis), but in truth, there is always one person outside of ourselves, committee members and fantastic peer editors that will read it: our mothers. Even if our mothers are in different fields, they remain our biggest fans. "Hey Mom, what did you think of my quantum astro-physics, molecularly based agro-commentary on the state of the moons of Saturn?" "Well my child, it was the best physics thesis I have read...ever! You are the greatest [enter your field/discipline here] there is!"

So a big thanks to all the mothers, motherly figures, mothering personalities and moms, for perpetually fuelling all of our egos and making us feel like we are the greatest, despite the opposite being true: they are the greatest! Happy Mother's Day

'I hope you knew it was Mother's Day before you read this blog' song of the day: My Mother - The Tiny

Stereotyping My Typing (in Stereo)

(Day 26) Today was a writing day. Not that the entire day was devoted to writing, but rather that it was a day in which I wrote. Being a writing day, it seemed only appropriate that I would deal with the second biggest obstacle to my progress, as alluded to in the last entry. To put it simply, I am a terrible typist.

One would think that given the amount of time I spend actually typing, whether that is writing papers, chatting online or even in writing this blog, that I would be a better typist. Granted, I am slightly ahead of the 'hunt-and-peck' typing style of my parents (Hi Mom!). I would loosely describe my own typing methods as 'intuitive chaos.' This includes a flurry of movement, and a roughly 80% success rate. All things considered, not terrible.

There are however some words that always elude correct construction by me on the keyboard. I discovered this in my typing skills course in high school (does that make my lack of skill sadder?). No matter the speed at which I was typing, I could never get 'population' correct. It would always turn out as 'poulation.' That ever-elusive second P. This never really bothered me past my Grade 10 assignment on 'Peruvian Population Distribution and Other Demographics' but this anti-skill has returned in the form of another word. 'Network'. It usually takes at least two tries to spell it correctly. Newtorks; netowrks; nertwoks. It is like watching a really sad game of Jumble, where the player is sooo close, but fails to see the obvious word under the pressure of the $25 000 grand prize. What's worse, is that this is a word that comes up with great frequency in my thesis. Wonderful. At least I will get my money's worth from the SpellCheck.

'for the dry spell in the lack of misspells' song of the day: Dry Spell - The Meters

Microsoft 1, Reed 0

(Day 6) Breakthrough! I accomplished actual writing...ish. Well, you see, this is how it is. As a lifelong student I have learned to take some shortcuts, both in life and in writing. For example in life, Chinese food leftovers can be refried and rolled into burritos...rice, chicken...voila. In writing, my summary and introduction from 'Thesis Proposal' becomes summary and introduction of 'Thesis'. Just change all the 'will investigate' to 'investigated' and again, voila.

This however leads me to my point...there is one. MS Autoformat is the bain of my existence. For those unfamiliar, Autoformat is Microsoft's attempt at 'making life easier' by making decisions for me. They do this by changing things to how they think they "should" look. Numbered lists "should" be indented, fractions "should" be raised, etc etc. However, more often that not, what Microsoft thinks and what Mattreed thinks is different. Not only different, but opposite. It is always the same difference that we battle over though. Microsoft wants to change what I have typed and I don't want them to. Apparently just leaving things as they are does not compute.

Cutting and pasting presents a unique challenge as you have the formats from two different documents battling out for who can be the style Matt does not know how to change. I don't understand how Microsoft decides who wins these format battles, all I know is that I am certainly the one losing. Although it pains me to say it, if Microsoft can't improve their Autoformat, maybe Matt "should" switch to a Mac.

The 'just as long as they aren't "auto" ' song of the day: the Format - First Single

Preamble to the Second Greatest Writing Work of my life

(Day -2) Here begins the preamble to the Second Greatest Writing Work of my life. I have decided to blog my thesis...well, not the thesis itself, but the experience of writing my thesis. Assuming (hopefully and perhaps misguidedly) that my thesis will be the Greatest Writing Work (GWW) of my life (thus far...that far?) this blog will thus become the Second Greatest Writing Work (SGWW) of my life.

Although, this blog will not document the entirety of the writing process (as much work has gone into getting the project approved), it will cover the majority of the work, starting at Day 1 of actual writing. I have decided that April 1 will appropriately become Day 1 of thesis writing. It gives me a few days to come to grips with the idea of commencing this (now these) monstrous project(s).

Based on the difficulty in choosing the first word of this blog about the thesis, I can only imagine the difficulty I will be facing on Tuesday when I start writing in earnest. With all the thought that goes into it, the first word of my thesis will probably end up being 'the' or an equally boring word. Maybe I can rationalize a reason to begin my thesis with "Bang!" or "Go!" That's more my style.

and to stick with the format of my past blogs, the 'how do I start this thing' song of the day: Where to Begin - My Morning Jacket