foucault has been conquered (and so have various others, including escobar, ferguson and geertz), but now the time has come for the final economics revision push.
exchange rate regimes are killing me, and sometimes i wish solow had never been born. inflation is having issues entering my brain as well.
the day i can say goodbye to anthropology and economics will be oh so beautiful.
in the meantime, i can relax by enjoying a nice punting trip like i did this morning. there's nothing like letting someone else move a boat around whilst you sit in the sun smoking and drinking cava (and coming out with the most absurd banter about ducks).
i guess this blog should be renamed to something like: 'a day in the life of an oxford postgrad'. we are a special bunch of people, we really are.
and now m is about to come over to cook me dinner. i have the loveliest boyfriend who takes care of me. sigh. i can't complain, economics and anthropology aside, really...