May 18th, 2002

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dense snarled vines of data

I'm hitting the wall and the wall is covered with dense vines all intertwined and somewhere inside is the solid wall of my written dissertation. I am writing a Rain Rien chapterette and that is going pretty well following the outline I wrote this morning. I can't right now see how the chapterette fits with everything else but he is sufficiently different to give him his own space. I am concerned that the women mail artists are getting pushed aside for the more dramatic narratives from a few men that are flooding my emails. Next I am going to open up another round of one-on-one letters to the women mail artists. Sandy said I shouldn't be in such a hurry to finish but I told her I could no longer financially afford to be a student and she understood.
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