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Post by spin doctor on Oct 26, 2011 14:47:50 GMT -5
What about being auto-erotic in one's auto-ethnography?
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Post by ohh on Oct 26, 2011 15:11:18 GMT -5
Instead of an auto ethnography I am doing a sociology adaptation of Sartre's "No Exit." My version of hell is driving around Los Angeles listening to a Hegel book on tape (cd, podcast, whatever).
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Hunter Sociologist Thompson
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Post by Hunter Sociologist Thompson on Oct 27, 2011 19:10:42 GMT -5
Title of my 4-4 auto-ethnography: "Tweaking an amphetamine bender at 10000 miles an hour on the tenure track speedway, quickly Jack pull the parking break we're crashing hard."
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Post by H S T on Oct 27, 2011 19:51:44 GMT -5
Title of my 4-4 auto-ethnography: "Tweaking an amphetamine bender at 10000 miles an hour on the tenure track speedway, quickly Jack pull the parking break we're crashing hard." Chapter 1 People kept telling me to send my papers to the ARS. I told them I don't have an issue with my taxes. I took a coefficient and started feeling the effects, but wanted more so I asked where to go. Some said that AJs was a top tier club to go to. I found it but the bouncer said my pedigree wasn't high enough. I thought "pedigree, what is this gig? A show dog?" He said, "top 5, top 10, top 20, top 30." I told him I'll top them all and take as many as you want me to take. I can top 50 if you call me an ambulance. He said "Berkeley" and I told him I spent enough time on Haight-Ashbury and neither of them like me. He said "Harvard Square" and told him I was anything but a square. I'm more of a slightly bent rhomboid who is trying to make it to a dodecagon, but I need some more time to get there. Needless to say we didn't see eye to eye on thing and I left. I went back to my car and opened my brief case and took a fresh hit of intercooled stata 12, it felt refreshing. I love that cold black screen and warm green text flowing through my veins. That's when Nvivo opened the car door and punched me in the face several times before I finally went out. When I came to, Nvivo and Atlas had carried me to my room and locked the door. Luckily I had a mortality table in my pocket which I used to craft into a smoothly sloped hazard to escape out the window. I made it to the office the next morning. Eyes still bloodshot, but another paper completed.
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Post by hot mess on Oct 27, 2011 20:02:01 GMT -5
^ read my moniker. that is all.
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Post by OMG on Oct 27, 2011 20:03:49 GMT -5
THAT IS HILARIOUS! Thank you! I might copy that and put it on my desktop.
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Post by rrr on Oct 28, 2011 8:36:06 GMT -5
They were the best of students, and they were the worst of students. Their excuses about attendance were the most creative and original that he had ever heard, whilst their papers were the most obvious copies of wikipedia, compleat with font and color changes in the texts...
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