Diary

Every Year Goes and Comes

Every Year Goes and Comes

I had several websites where I used to post my diary entries here and there, but I have yet to continue with any of them. If I had a physical diary, my journal would probably look like a chaotic collection of loose papers. But why not? That, too, is a

The Screen Space

The Screen Space

In my childhood, computer games were a fixed space, without time or location. There were events, people, quests, stories, and objects, but it was a fixed spacetime. It might be possible to say that it was because I had a challenging time in my childhood with sudden disconnection from my

Encountering Small Questions

Encountering Small Questions

The research process constantly encounters small questions from others and myself. I had two questions for the last few months that struck my thinking. The first one related to Deleuze that someone claimed he is too masculine to read further. The second was about his concept of Chaos and why

Lost Posts

This is terrible news. I lost all my blog posts... Luckily, I saved some drafts of the writings; I assume I can put some of them back (I have put back most of them). Maybe this is not as horrible as it sounds, as it will give me a chance

Proper Working Time

Proper Working Time

I remember a conversation PhD students had last year. The question arose: “How long a PhD student should spend for the research and how long they can have as a holiday.” The general understanding we all had was that we, as researchers and scholars, don’t have a holiday. But

According to the Schedule

One fear that I have always is that things are not following my plan. I’m not a good organiser nor a good planner. I forget schedules or appointments and sometimes intentionally close my eyes shut to the outside. So, I should keep checking my diary and calendar not to

Write the Comma

Write the Comma

In retrospect, it made me feel like challenging running. So many things happened altogether and changed from all different perspectives. I run too hard, but still not satisfied with what I have now. Maybe that’s my way of dealing with a tough life. I run, and I’m still