in with the new
Today is the last day of January. The year is 2018, and the 19 other tabs open on google chrome right now are related to my dissertation. I'm in the process of conjuring this piece of work from scraps of meditation, reflection upon my last 4 years as a student. Beyond my window, snow has intermittently fallen in rushed flurries- though now, the sepia light of a weak January sun is painting the world mauve. I'm in bed and surrounded by books about comedy and feminism. That's my dissetation, see? The Funny Feminine . I've been toying with the idea of smooshing the two words together, but Funnymine still sounds like Funny Men. And that's the antithesis of the project. My entire life, I've been given allusions to being funny. "Goofy"; "queen of the one-liners"; "weird". I've found solace in speaking to large groups of people because I can talk at a million miles an hour and leave their minds ticking, cogs in a clock turning into...