Tue 25 Mar 2014
Eight years and still no degree.
Eight years, hundreds of texts, thousands of words, millilitres of tears, a handful of original ideas, hundreds of friends (made and lost), and so many poems – and still no degree.
Eight years, six good jobs, leadership of first a campus and then the national postgraduate association, where I fought long, hard, and loudly for everyone’s right to an excellent higher education experience, and still no degree.
Eight years, a deep understanding of cosmopolitan theory and the importance of food and foodways in society and politics, and an even deeper praxis from mindful eater to mindful farmer (and mindful meatsmith…)… and still no degree.
My PhD got me where I am today, but I don’t have a PhD, and I probably won’t because I’ve already arrived at my destination, and my work doesn’t require those letters at the end of my name.
I have loved my PhD for eight years, and today I’m letting it go.
When I switched disciplines from literature to cultural studies a decade ago it was a response to the latter’s explicitly articulated project to build public intellectuals – to be socially useful. 10 years immersed in cultural studies have aided me enormously in my desire to be socially useful.
While I have a very small regret not to pursue my agrarian intellectual life with a bonus three letters after my name, currently I’m shackled by them as I try to get on with doing my bit to transform Australia’s food systems.
I need hours each day to farm, butcher, deliver, and engage with eaters and fair food pioneers everywhere. I need to do more of exactly what I am doing, not cloister myself to write something three people will read. It’s a worthy project, but it’s no longer the right one for me.
Thank you to my long-suffering supervisor John Frow, those I’ve interviewed, and the many many colleagues and friends who have discussed, debated and nibbled at the edges of what our engagements with food really mean to any of us. I wouldn’t be here today without your support, knowledge, critique and interest in this project.
I finally worked out how to savour the world while saving it, and it’s not in chapter three of my thesis, it’s here on the land, knife in one hand, pen in the other.
¡Viva la Revolución!
- Food Traditions and Culinary Cultures Symposium
- Ten Things Postgrads Want: An Ironic Manifesto
- The 17th Symposium of Australian Gastronomy
- The fragility of the scholarly identity, or ‘what the hell is my PhD about?’
- Our National Dish is a Red Herring