an easy day - i spent a large part of first class beginning to write a story i want to turn into a graphic novel, and the second class reinterpreting shakespeare's sonnets: 116 is all about sex, and 129 is all about opium. actually, i suspect that most of his "dark mistress" sonnets are about drugs.
it took one minute to write the script, four minutes to prepare, thirty five seconds for the first and only take and there was no editing required: our promo video for the poetry reading came out brilliantly! although i worry that the metaphysical poetry lecturer is offended after discovering that he's the march hare :D
the undead poets' society met in the reading room to go over the visual poetry assignment. i think mine was by far the worst on offer - a couple of them were amazing!
wr invited me to a beer in the park; so i didn't have time for lunch. i went straight from there to a lecture... my iphone told me which class to go to. the first thing i did was make sure there were plenty of elderly non-students; i picked a seat, opened up my netbook and fiddled until the lecturer began.
i was at first concerned about him speaking in hebrew. then about him asking who hadn't been in the previous week's lecture - this wasn't supposed to be a series! he went up and down the class, then settled at his desk and began talking about globalization.
globalization is not rhetoric. i asked the guy next to me, who laughed. whoops! i snuck out, and when the lecturer stopped to ask me what was wrong i spun around: "i am in the COMPLETELY wrong class!"
i trundled up the stairs, walked in half an hour late - turned out to be *just* right, in time for one speech and then the lecture itself - to be blown away by a magnificent talk on the rhetoric of abraham lincoln, with the lecturer applying his trade beautifully. i would have enjoyed it even more if i hadn't needed to visit the bathroom from near the beginning (because i was late, i had to sit right near the speaker and i didn't want to get up and walk through everyone) and if the week hadn't caught up with me and made it really hard to keep my eyes open.
for about ten minutes i began to nod off, and at some stage actually fell asleep. i know this wasn't for very long; i know i didn't miss much because i was still following when my phone vibrated and properly shook me awake.
afterwards, i ran into my old dean. he told me about bertrand russell's take on what i've been harping on about. holy shit! 1932?!
i took a bus home, met up with pg and went to 24 rupees. it's a nice place, and the food is good... but expensive! it was really weird to be eating indian food in a clean establishment; i spent the evening laughing to myself over my experiences in india and being amused by the place in general.
pg's generally pretty quiet, and i have difficulty meeting new people. it didn't help that we were seated far away from all the people we usually enjoy talking to (it was a birthday party of two members of the rollerblading group), so we mostly kept to ourselves. it was a pleasant evening, nonetheless...
... until the end. pg said something that caught me by surprise, and my reaction offended her. the ensuing talk only served to upset her more, until eventually she managed to offend me... and we bussed home in silence, horrible scenarios playing themselves out in my head. we kinda sorted it all out when we got back, but a certain tension remains, so i'm a bit sad at the moment :(
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we slept late, and made great pancakes for breakfast. i've been back a couple of hours now (i did some major shopping), i've done all the online usuals and i was going to attack my seminar but have just been invited to join pg in constructing my cheshire cat outfit for next week.
i just discovered that a surprise bill has dropped me into the danger zone, so i think i'm going to have to ask my employer for an advance on sunday...
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