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As for the conceptual physics class...Go ANNE GO FLORA! I think that he got really flustered and uncomfortable. Not that a conceptual physics class has any demand for anything concrete but of course Barad was haunting my thoughts every moment of the class.

I was struck in our small meeting with him after class when he said that he conducts the class to cater to the interests or needs of the women he is teaching. While I saw some Traweek in his approach something about that really made me feel uncomfortable. How will conceptual physics lead us to develop an interest to pursue the science further.

The Poems:

in the first poem, I had a difficult time deciding what my reaction was. Not that one has to have a reaction to poems but I usually do. I guess I got this notion of: we use the old in the creation of the new from "old students of the new physics" that science evolves. and I liked when the author wrote "wen i move my wings energies change around the world round and round and up...up....up... into the sky. I may cause storm/hurricane/tornado when I move my wings.

I guess I liked Fabian's poem a lot more, but that's probably because it was a whole lot more accessible. I liked that she emphasized that we are sort of all made of the same stuff...and that we are

my favorite poem was "A Physics". What I got from the poem is that we are all governed by the principles which we create. That was evident to me in how she talked about God.

In the last poem "The New Physics" the first line of the poem "and so, the closer he looks at things, the farther away they seem." reminded me of the conceptual physics class and how one of the students was talking about looking at a picture and the size of the person in the picture and how the other culture viewed the person. I also thought about our discussion and the idea of eliminating distance for example. All of these quantifying concepts. It just makes you think about how much of your life is defined by the presences of the constructs that we deem as objective. Maybe gender and sexuality are not our only human made limiting constructs. Maybe numbers are just as limiting as names.

And lastly, I would not be able to post without talking about V. Dubbya....A room of one's own is by far my favorite of all her work. I have read this about 50 times and love every bit of it. I was so happy that my favorite parts of the story are in the section for class especially where she writes: "but she lives; for great poets do not die; they are continuing presences; they need only the opportunity to walk among us in the flesh"