After not a short-and-east day...couple hours ambassadoring, a lecture, a 1984 rehearsal (butoh workshop!) and a Narnia fight rehearsal...but it's all good now. Still feeling not fully recovered, but on the mend. Managed to burn a pot today--put water in it, put it on the oven, forgot. Fire alarm goes off, I come downstairs and there is an empty pot with the plastic handle on fire. Spectacular! In good news, the new season of Heroes is great so far, lets hope it stays that way. I've got a shopping list and a trip I need to do in the next....oh dear, next 40 minutes. Sigh. Getting out of bed...
I also really need to start in earnest in research for my SD essay, wonderfully vague topic of "Is it practicable to harvest life sustainably?" How can academics make even QUESTIONS obtuse, contradictory and meaningless? Also, horror of horrors, we have 'chemistry guy' lecturing in SD on atmospheric chemistry at the moment...He just sort of throws formulas up, tell us what they mean, and then throws more up. And? If we were doing proper chemistry, I'm sure we would be deriving them and plugging stuff in--dandy. If we were "oooh at how you don't actually need to know anything about science to understand the earth and plan for a sustainable future"-SD-as-usual people, we wouldn't bother with the formulas and instead go on and on about what people are doing to mess things up and how much better nature is on its own because of things like hydrogen and nitrogen in some vague sense, because those sound like gasses and gasses are science-y. Not too much of a complaint but rants are more fun both to read and write.
Looks like I have hit something, maybe not much, but something with 1984. The creative writing society is getting into the exhibition idea and the film head sounded pleasantly interested...though artsoc and photosoc ironically seem very 'meh, we'll do it if you force us' about the whole thing. We've also gotten loads of contacts in and through the town, which could be incredible as far as starting some town-gown relations and meeting people who are also Scottish goes. Even all the visiting day people seem to be English.
I've also committed to starting writing again. Huzzah for old computer back. It's actually really stress-relieving, in these dark and schedule-filled times, to sit down and write complete nonsense. And blog, of course. And blog.
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Oh no, is it genetic? I burned out the bottoms of several pots while in school... the most dramatic of which had beans in the bottom (you think plastic generates smoke!). The fire department showed up because we were out and our cat at the time hid for 12 hours (in a one bedroom apartment, that's quite a trick). Now that is drama for you!
and as I remember the story of the beans burning, EVERYthing had to be washed- linens, clothes, etc... Brian, don't become Wall Jr..
There's only room for one in this world!
Lisa, you are so right! And there wasn't just ONE bean incident... And they weren't all in college... Brian, your father is a wonderful man. Choose to be different in some respects, at least!
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