And how exactly does capitalism do it? That is, who tells certain people that they should drop out of school, put baggy clothes on, start listening to (c)rap musing and doing drugs, and what does he do to enforce it? What happens to those people who do not want to go with the (capitalist) program and go to college and apply for office or academic jobs?
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That is exactly why I decided to go to college - and was quite open about it to the great disappointment of my old folks. Except that I was quite good at "something else" - I was supposed to be an electrical engineer, but the engineering crowd scared me, too much "in the box" thinking and admiration for authority - hence I switched to the humanities. True, their propensity for bullshitting, endless citations, and names dropping was quite irritating, but it was a much lesser evil than the fascist mentality of the engineering profession (although I still admire the engineers' ability of making material objects as opposed to humanities' paper pushing). And of course, the prospects for getting an academic job (= no bosses and factory discipline) was much greater. So here I am - farting in a chair at a prestigiuos university, having enough time to subscribe to listservs, not having to punch in and out - ain't life great?
wojtek
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And how lucky you are that whatever you are teaching has been found suitable by the CPH (capitalist pig hegemony). Otherwise, if you had picked Art, you would be sitting in your chair on lunch break in a maintenance shop, farting around on a listserver, complaining like me, and waiting to go home so you could spend some time reading and thinking.
BTW, have you done any thinking work lately? You know, like reading and writing? Or has the great CPH seen to it that you are busy and apparently fully occupied, but not actually performing any intellectual work at all. I suspect that is the ultimate trade-off. Lots of benies to keep you happy so you don't pose a threat. Kind of a narcotic effect.
Opps. I see Kelly's on it. Well have fun guys, I have to go back to fixing chairs.
Chuck Grimes