The last two and a half years of my life have been like that scene in Cape Feare where Sideshow Bob keeps stepping on rakes and getting hit in the face and never learning to look down/up/wherever he is supposed to look, whatever he is supposed to do.
It’s a scene they deliberately hold for far too long (kind of like the incinerator at the end of Toy Story 3), and far funnier than my life has been… So it goes.
The literature-on-issue-attention-cycles-rake? – BAM!
The literature-on-corporate-political-strategy? – THWACK!!
The literature-on-public- policy? – SPLATT!!!
The literature-on-institutional-work? – THWUNK!!!!
My friend asked the right question – how did Mr. Bob get out of it. Sad to say, I think they go to a commercial break, which doesn’t really help.
So IRL, I am stuck with a passing familiarity with too many theoritcal/analytical/academic (in every sense) “lenses” and not enough of my goddam thesis actually, you know, written.