...or for the unconscious Baudrillard fan, hoofing their popcorn to the words of ‘welcome to the desert of the real’. The blue pill has been swallowed and Alice is running for the door unfortunately only to bang her head as she is too large to fit and thankfully, this isn’t a blog about writing a PhD. No nothing as grand, it’s simply about endeavouring to submit an initial proposal. Desperate I know but I am trying to write it whilst in Malaysia so not many virtual colleagues to share my wining with.
Ah, the blessed PhD. Don’t tell me you have never thought about it? That oasis of academic prestige, a wonderwall of egotistic contribution to the endless avalanche of knowledge as a vain attempt to receive a father’s long lost approval. Finally a way to out fox the shrink on the team by becoming a real doctor. Not some time traveller of pseudo psychotic ramblings but a Pertwee, a Baker a Craig. Actually Craig was a double ‘0’ but that’s a whole other proposal!
So far through a haze of self-doubt and insecurity I have put together around 4,500 words. The question is are they worth the paper? The paper is based on the concept of postpsychiatry and the importance of social work when interacting and listening to the experts by experience of people labelled ‘schizophrenic’...
Tuesday, October 23, 2007
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