I think I just experienced the most grad-student phenomenon. I was sitting at my desk, asleep, when my phone rang, so I grabbed it and was like, “Hello?” and my thesis supervisor’s like, “Do you want to go over the chapter revisions I just sent?” and I had to spend a minute calibrating, trying to decide if I was still asleep or not while I rifled through my research notes.
… [Joan] MacDonald was also said to be good friends with her fellow Christian Scientist-to-be, Anna “Annie” Harris (1865–1942). MacDonald found in Harris a shared enthusiasm for education (Harris was a Sunday School teacher in the Christian Science Church), for piano and sharing hymns, and both women possessed a creative streak; their painted and embroidered china sets and handkerchiefs are still a part of their respective family collections (J. King 44). Despite shared interests, Harris was six years older, and though Joan MacDonald was only just beginning to write J.E.H. MacDonald, Annie Harris was widowed since two years and had two sons, Howard and Lawren Harris (1885–1970).
This biography component is basically just be cramming in as many “OH SNAP” moments as possible.
Me: Hey, Billy Hobbs in this photograph from 1895, that’s that William Hobbs from the 1871 census who lived with the Lavis’ around the time Joan was born because he was a waggon-maker apprentice to her father! Nice to see he got a job at the McLaughlin Carriage Co. Good on him.
Me: I’m in too deep.
For the record: I got 350 words into my M.A. thesis, about Joan MacDonald, wife of J.E.H. MacDonald, before pointing out that Lawren Harris is a dick.
*Writes for three hours.*
Word Count: 238
Thesis defense in exactly one month.
Writing a dissertation is bad for mental, physical and economic health
J.E.H. MacDonald is the biggest dork why did I pick him.
Stage #358: Make Angry Noises at Thesis and Hope It Resolves Itself.
I’d like to state here and now that if anything happens to me before I finish my Ultimate J.E.H. MacDonald Project, only someone who knows me very well, or a Tumblr user, will be able to carry on my work, because photographs like this one are labeled things like “donTTOUCHME.png,” and I have scans of letters called “SHUTUP.docx.”
But I am an organized historian I swear like it’s all there it’s just all very aggressively tagged.
Primary research is hard.
“Most women in the modern Western world have no space of our own in the home—no den, basement workshop, garage, outside domain, or special chair in the living room. Though the kitchen and bedroom often are thought of as “her” rooms, they are hers only as spaces in which she is expected to provide services to and for her man. Private space—space in which she can just be, space where she does not have to justify her presence by being engaged in work—is nonexistent unless she actively creates and maintains it.”
"Loving to Survive" Graham (via kingcobracommander)
and its interesting that when watching tv or reading things the “man cave” always gets brought up as a half joke but really more serious thing that every man “needs” but then when women have craft rooms or other similar things related to their own interest it is always the butt of a joke (haha silly wimminz wanting space of their own)
Companion piece: “A Room of One’s Own,” by Virginia Woolf. It’s kind of specific to women writers but it works well.
Thesis update: 17/100 pages.
I needed an adverb to sum up Joan MacDonald’s constant referral to books when it comes to making up her mind about things, and so I said “Hermionian.”