Nothing Deleuze!

"A great book is always the inverse of another book that could only be written in the soul, with silence and blood."
-Gilles Deleuze, Essays Critical and Clinical

Well, I'm officially buried up to my patootie in Deleuze-related books for my RA job, and I'm starting to figure out the subtle in's and out's of the little caché of Deleuzian scholars - there are about a dozen of them travelling in a pack, always appearing on each other's acknowledgements page with words like "wonderful" and "inspiring" and "truly great." It's like starting at a new high school and having to figure out who belongs to the the in-crowd. I wonder if these guys all hang out together? I wonder what their cocktail conversations are like?
"This is such a great event! Are you having fun?"
"I prefer to think of it as a demystifying encounter. And by 'you' do you mean my desubjectified self with a multiplicity of self-others hovering around me in a cloud? I can never be sure."
"Hey guys, is this wine transcendental or what!!"

In other news, my Derrida/Alistair MacLeod abstract got accepted for the McGill Grad Conference, so I'll be presenting my paper in March! No doubt they were curious about that odd combo of names. Truth is, I'm curious too! I hope I can figure out exactly what I was talking about before I am forced to answer questions on the subject... yeeps... I'm afraid Deleuze and Derrida are getting all sloshed together in my head, like one of those overtly disgusting slushies at the 7/11. The truth is I don't think those guys liked each other very much. In fact, I think Deleuze refuted everything Derrida said, point by point. Why do they seem so interchangeable in my brain? Proof, I guess, that I can talk the talk, but can't think the think. Yet!

On a completely unrelated (but just as important) note...

Right now, Tycho is doing this:


Which makes me think of this:

It is important to laugh (and look at a cat) at least once a day! Certain studies say so.