The Manufacture of Consent

Those of you who were in my car going to/coming back from St. Benny's - remember how I was saying I had so much hope for this semester? That this year will be the one I really buckle down, really tackle each and every assignment to the best of my ability; no mountain too high, no feat insurmountable! But how I do, in fact, say that every semester and it all crashes so quickly? A week in, I'm already going through reading assignments and qualifying it "could be read" and "could never in a million years be done." Damn you, Ideological Eye: Documentary and the State! Who has the time for 125 pages of rambling essays filled with out-of-date political references?