May 20, 2004

How to write a thesis

I reread my blog entry from yesterday this morning because I was worried that it might be too personal. As I read it again, I concluded that since I generalized out a bit in the end about how it is to be in Copenhagen, it was just fine. Not too personal. An hour later as I struggled with my method chapter as usual, I realized that this entry had an exact shape of what a thesis should look like. Not only had I written an entry that resembled a thesis in structure but I also realized that this was the very core of how to analyze and present data.

First you start off with something cheeky, like 'we have a problem from real life' (I felt guilty about not having seen my parents and called them up). Then you present the circumstances and the setting (I had no dinner, I was hungry), before presenting the data collected (I had exactly three tomatoes, two lemons and a couple of ginger cookies), the data even have important characteristics that I have analyzed myself (the ginger cookies were old, hence I should probably not eat them at all, even though they could have made some sort of dinner). The story is culminating by the core results after careful analysis (I went to my parents and had nice fish and rice) before broadening out to the greater generalizations and implications for the field (I often end up being spontaneous here in Copenhagen), exemplified from the representative data (like discussing sociotechnical theories with my dad) and concluding on the bigger scheme (I like being in Copenhagen). Finally the thesis should end with yet one last cheeky remark (I didn't get to write that much on my thesis).

However, I think this says less about the structure of my entries and more of where my thoughts are right now...

Posted by Louise at May 20, 2004 11:52 PM
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In the consciousness of the truth he has perceived, man now sees everywhere only the awfulness or the absurdity of existence... and loathing seizes him.

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In the consciousness of the truth he has perceived, man now sees everywhere only the awfulness or the absurdity of existence... and loathing seizes him.

Posted by: painting at February 28, 2005 02:06 AM

There is no great genius without some touch of madness.

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