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+title: Deconstruction
+date: '2002-11-11T17:23:10-05:00'
+permalink: /deconstruction-2/
+tags:
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+An odd weekend: I made the mistake of reaching for a hairbrush on Saturday morning — I should know better — and was rewarded with a muscle spasm between left shoulderblade and spine. The initial sensation — think cattle prod — was bad enough, but worse was the knowledge (from too many previous experiences) that the next couple of hours would present a gradual stiffening into total immobility and an increasing sense that any movement would cause the ripping of muscle from bone. I tried the hot shower thing, which everyone recommends but which never ever works, and being failed by that, hopped in the car for a quick visit to the good folks at the Urgent Care division of my doctor’s office. I was briefly poked, presumably examined for the signs of jonesing, and given a big prescription for big muscle relaxers, with the express instructions to (a) take them on a full stomach, (b) only take 1/2 of one during the day, and (c) prepare the day’s food in advance of taking the first one.
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+Well.
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+Being me, I had plans that could not be disrupted. I did, responsibly, get someone else to drive. And I did warn my colleagues about my newly developed combination of stiffness and stonitude. But I went out nonetheless.
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+To see [Derrida](http://www.derridathemovie.com "I kid you not.").
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+Oh, sure, those of you on the right coast have had this odd little biopic for weeks, but this far from the Yale English department, things take their time. So here I am, with a row of folks from my department and a host of other academics and intellectuals and people with very funky glasses frames, watching a documentary about a theorist that becomes a theory of the documentary impulse and of the relationship between documentation and theory. It’s not perfect — at moments, it’s downright annoying — but it’s nonetheless fascinating. Maybe it was the drugs, but I was spellbound. And maybe it was the muscle spasm, but I could not turn away.
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+In any event, I have a new piece of slang I’d like to promote:
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+> [**skelaxin**](http://www.elan.com/Products/Skelaxin/ "Skelaxin") (skuh-LAK-sin) *pres. part. of vi* **skelax** 1. chillin, esp. in the company of scholastic acquaintances. *Despite the intensity of the film’s discourse, I was pretty much —.*
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