Sunday, 16 May 2010

Doctor Who groove

I made the mistake of buying all my favourite tracks from the many Doctor Who soundtracks last night. I say 'mistake' because now I keep wondering around with the tunes in my head(or in my ears, as the case may be), daydreaming of potential Doctor Who stories, instead of revising.

Not that I really need reasons for not revising, I tend to be very good at failing to study without these creative excuses :) I really need to find a way to concentrate for the next two weeks. Two weeks, and this is all over. Wahey.

Sunday, 9 May 2010

Those kind of weeks

It strikes me that this term, my very last term of university, should be the one when I'm blogging and vlogging the most, yet is actually the one when I've been doing neither at all. This is the way of uni, I guess. There's other things that I would love to be doing too, like catching up with those friends that I've barely seen all year, and exploring the parts of my uni city whih I've never seen, and taking more photos, and remembering more memories . . . but at the moment there really doesn't seem to be the time.

Ok, I'll fully admit that this is largely my own fault :) This whole year has been really unstructured, with few deadlines until the beginning of this term. A sensible person would have therefore planned their whole year, carefully spacing out the work, so that it all got done, and they still had lots of free time to do what they enjoyed. I am not a sensible person. In the first term I did nanowrimo, in the second I did . . . what did I do? Watched a lot of youtube, made my way through some dvd boxsets, daydreamed a lot, was ocassionally slightly more sociable than in the last couple of years. I went home for Easter, and got ill instead of doing work. This left me with an incredible, mind-shattering amount of work to do when I got back to uni, so I, of course, procrastinated for two more weeks before starting it. Let's just say that the work did get done, but I sat, awake and eyes glued to my laptop screen, for the 48 hours before the two deadlines. Life gets a strange haze when you start tying to live off a couple of hours of sleep a night. It's not a lifestyle I'd recommend.

Still, though, despite attempts to stop getting distracted, and the supposed 'internet hiatus' that was never going to be even 70% successful,(almost types somthing potentially mushy/obvious but then doesn't), these final weeks need to be documented in some way. I'm still going to try and cut down on the amount of time I spend doing nothing at all online, but I think I might end the 'non-hiatus' in order to spend some productive internet time capturing some memories I don't want to lose. It's kind of the end of an era for me. Not just leaving university, although I have come to love the town, the handful of close uni friends, and the communities that the choir and the church have provided. I guess it feels like I'm entering 'the real world'. Even if I do end up studying further next year, there's no way that I can continue to pull the 'I'm really just a teenager who knows nothing, honest' smile and get away with it, and the likes of my dissertation supervisor will no longer keep on forgetting I'm not 19 years old. I'm not sure how I feel about this. It's not all looking wistfully at the past, though - the next few months hold some potentially exciting, happy, and a little bit scary stuff too. So I want time to speed up, and I want it to slow down, all at the same time. Life can be confusing somtimes :)

The last couple of weeks has been one of those sad-happy-strange times when all kinds of things that I usually keep separate in my head seemed to happen at once. Someone who I hadn't seen for years, but I'd known fairly well from school,a guy a couple of year's younger than me (who had spent quite a lot of time round at our house when we were kids because he was the same age as my brother, and our mums were friends) died after a long and brave fight against leukemia, which was really sad. It also got me thinking a lot about school, which isn't something I often do. I have a lot of mixed feelings about the school I grew up in, but this time I looked back and remembered how great a lot of the friends there had been, and how much I missed people. So, yeah, I'm going to make more of an effort to stay or get back in touch with them, and actually do that this time, rather than just say that :)

I went round to dinner with a teacher couple who I'd met during my gap year in Zambia, and who have now moved back to England, and to my uni town, no less. It was really great to see them - they were the people over there I felt I could go to if was having a crisis, especially as they have kids the same age as me. It was also totally surreal, especially as the amazing Zambian teacher I was classroom-assistant to was there too, in the UK for a fortnight to see some English schools. It's so odd when people you know from a specific country-context turn up in another one. So that got me thinking about Zambia, and how much I missed people from that crazy, wonderful little school too.

And then there's all these other random happenings, like my choir's 10th Anniversary do, and applying-but-not-actually-applying-as-I-haven't-yet-found-the-time for the Masters, and some insane-but-potenially-absolutely-awesome developments to my usually pretty average life.

I guess I'm just uber-nostalgic at the moment, both for the past, and for an imagined future. Life seems huge, too short, daunting, terrifying, exciting, wonderful, and almost too full of possibilities. And I haven't got my head around it enough to actaully write a blog post that is about actual things. But perhaps these feelings are exactly what should be captured in these kind of weeks.

Wednesday, 24 March 2010

Bedrooms

Between the hours of 7.30 and 8.30am this morning, I played the bongos, and sang to my make-up-applying, hair-straightening sister about school dinosaur invasions, and the wisdom of leaving your hair spiky so you can convince everyone that you are in the Cullen family, and make them all run away. I also came to the rather shocking conclusion that I actually like sharing a room. If only my parents had known this 14years ago - I'm sure it would have saved a lot of hassle in working out who went where.

Monday, 22 March 2010

Home

After six hours of train journey, mashed up with heavy suitcases and steep station stairways, I am home, and I am happy :) Just spent the evening watching Coraline (which I LOVED), posing for some strange but hilarious real-people-comedy-fight DS game of Dan's (who is slightly devastated that he has not quite grown taller than me yet), eating healthy and sugary goodness, and generally being slightly crazy :D My family are awesome. At the same time, after a week of seeing uni/ church/ choir friends, a wedding and general nostalgia, I'm realising just how difficult it's going to be to move away from my uni town - to the point were I spent half an hour on the phone to my mum a couple of days ago going through the various ways in which I could stay.

Here is home, and so is there. Manchester, where almost everyone I grew up with still lives, also feels like home sometimes, but not as much as it used to. In an ideal world all these parts of my life would be in the same location, but I'd probably appreciate them less then. I guess I'm lucky to have more than one town in which I feel loved :)

Wednesday, 17 March 2010

The inconvenience of not being made of lined paper

Today I was in a funny mood, so I took in a walk in a park, which is what I tend to do when such odd moods take me. During said walk I counted seven topics which I could blog about, because my head has been full of the type of deep ideas that only appear when you have so much schoolwork to do that you have no time to concentrate on them. I remember feeling bizzarely nostalgic for the endless museum outings that my parents used to take us on, most of which I found incredibly boring, and then I missed certain people I had grown up with, and grandparents I had lost, and even felt a strange fondness for my old school, which, let’s say, isn’t something that happens very often. And there was some all-encompassing point that I came to about all of this that felt slightly brilliant at the time (though it probably wasn’t), and now it is gone. It’s like it’s knocking around at the back of my brain, but I can’t quite reach it. This is probably a sign that I’m getting old.

The moral of the story: I need to have some kind of notebook and pen surgically attached to my hip.

Monday, 15 March 2010

New-look blog

I've been meaning to give this blog a makeover since the beginning of the year, and being in the mood for some procrastination this afternoon, I've just got round to it. I'll probably change it all again before you know it, and perhaps that's a good thing. I still like writing on here, though Dailybooth and Youtube vlogs make it a little less of a priority than it once was. It was only ever really about movies for the first two posts, so I felt it at least needed a name change. I'm not quite sure what the blog is for any more - I'm not exactly reading a lot of books at the moment - but it'll probably continue to be filled with my random typings when I am feeling in random mood :) And I feel there should be more photos.

The term is over, but I'm around for another week here as my friend is getting married this weekend, and the uni libraries are so much better than the ones at home. The dissertation still has a way to go, I haven't looked at the other piece of coursework that's due in after the holidays, and I have three exams on very different papers in the second half of next term, so there's going to be a fair amount of work to do over the break, but at least some of it is pretty interesting. And I'm planning to re-read the whole Lemony Snicket 'A Series of Unfortunate Events' series, so that should be fun.

Hmm, it grows dark, and there are 101 other things I was meant to be doing this afternoon. Goodbye for now.

Saturday, 20 February 2010

The book blog

I had all these grand ideas about blogging every time I finished a book, but (as ever) this hasn’t happened . . . what you now have is a catch-up blog, written at 00.43am on a day that I had technically declared off, but had still intended to do more with than I actually did in the end. Oh well. Perhaps we all need to have do-nothing-at-all days.

This is more to keep track of what books I’ve been reading than a review opportunity, especially as I’m pretty tired. I hope I don’t miss any books out here. If I suddenly remember any, I’ll add them in next time – this doesn’t necessarily have to be in order.

1. What I talk about when I talk about running – Haruki Murakami.
My favourite author is a very unique, and very reclusive man, and this is probably the nearest to an autobiography that we’re ever going to get out of him. So I enjoyed it for all the little anecdotes about his life, and his usual wise words and unusual ponderings, but this was a book primarily about his relationship with jogging, and I don’t have a huge interest in running, so I didn’t find this to be one of his best. Seeing as he’s the world’s greatest author (ok, imo) it was still better than 99% of the stuff out there.

2. Her Fearful Symmetry – Audrey Niffenegger.
I’m hoping to review this on my Youtube channel at some point in the near future, so I don’t want to go into a lot of detail here . . . safe to say that it was very different from what I was expecting. The supernatural element was unexpected (although if I had bothered to read the blurb it wouldn’t have been), and it wasn’t up to the standard of ‘The Time Traveller’s Wife’ – but that TTTW is about as perfect as a book can be, so that was no surprise. There were a lot of things going on, and a lot of great ideas, but it felt like she had perhaps been rushing for a deadline, and hadn’t quite got the balance between them right. And most of the characters were a lot more difficult to sympathise and empathise with this time round. Having said that, as a study of the complexities of female ‘friendships’ it was very accurate, to a slightly terrifying degree. I liked how you were never quite sure who you were meant to like and who you weren’t. And the whole storyline about the agoraphobic man and his wife was beautiful – I only wish she had saved it for another story, it would have simplified things.

3. Robin of Sherwood – Michael Morpurgo.
It breaks my heart that this book is out of print. It is wonderful on so many levels, and should be a classic, not something that you have to hunt out on Amazon second hand book dealers. Review on Youtube.

4. Dead Until Dark – Charlene Harris
Umm, yes, Vampire chick-lit. But very well-written vampire fiction, which makes it ok, right? :) This is the first out of the novel series that the TV show ‘True Blood’ is based on, and as the show is one of my TV guilty pleasures, I thought I might as well try out the books (my cousin has the whole series) . . . . this is basically X-rated Twilight. Ok, that is way too harsh – this was published a few years before Twilight, and contains too many similar plot-features to be ignored (vampire-human-werewolf love triangle, telepathy, first-person narrative of unusual heroine, who longs for her hunky, gentlemanly, very old vampire boy), so Twilight is basically the tweeny fanfiction of this. This was actually pretty different from the TV show, it wasn’t quite as . . . shocking, and there’s a whole main character and her storylines that make up a major part of the show, but didn’t appear in any way in this novel. The book was much more focused on the central couple, rather than being an ensemble metaphor about equality like the TV show (which is one of the reasons I like ‘True Blood’ so much). But, for all its differences, I still enjoyed the book, mainly because the central character, Sookie, is brilliant and feels very original, the writing was pleasantly quirky, the murder mystery elements played well, and it was genuinally scary in places. The TV show really managed to capture the characters well. My cousin says this book series actually gets better as it goes along (again, opposite to Meyer’s Twilight), so I might have to stick with this one . . . not something I should really admit to, though :)

I’m sure I’ve read more than four books this year, but I can’t remember any other titles . . . anyway, I really need to step up this reading if I want to make 100 by the end of the year. You’ll hopefully hear more from me soon :)

Friday, 5 February 2010

January . . . and the beginning of February :-s

Wow. What happened to the whole 'I'm going to blog more regularly this year' idea? Yes, it has been over a month. January must have been one of the fastest-passing months in memory. It seems like I was busy all the time . . . and yet didn't actually do all that much. Hmmmm. That was another of those things that I was trying to avoid this year.

So . . . here is a summary of what took up my time in the last five weeks:

* Dissertation. Thinking about doing the dissertation, worrying about the dissertation, talking to people about how I really needed to be getting on with the dissertation, opening up the word document for the dissertation and then going on facebook/youtube/dailybooth/making a cup of tea, rearranging the notes for dissertation, re-reading the notes for the dissertation. Generally faling to do the dissertation. Emailing supervisor on several occasions to ask for an extension for the deadline of handing in the first draft of the dissertation, to which he always said that there was no problem, that I could take my time, and then I'd always set myself another deadline with him that I then failed to meet. Ho hum. Anyway, working at a speed of about 400 words a day for the first two weeks of term, I actually managed to hand in 12,000 words that I was vaguely ok with, and he seemed to quite like it. It still has a long way to go, but there's a whole host of stuff that he's recommended I look into (he really is an amazing guy, I have been very, very fortunate in my choice of supervisor), so I think it's going to be ok.

* Being creative - which is very unlike me. I can't remember doing much creative since I left high school, but these past few weeks, largely in an attempt to avoid the dissertation, I seem to have been inspired. Inspired by the birth of the baby of a hero of mine, I made a little dry-wipe board animation for my youtube channel, which I was really pleased with. I might actually do another on something completely different sometime soon. And I wrote a short story and entered it into the college writing competition - I doubt that it'll get anywhere, but it was an achievement for me to actually write something with a beginning, middle and end, and something that I can read back and be pretty happy with the way that it turned out, so that's big progress. There's a couple of other ideas for stories that I think I might try and send in to a camus-based undergradute writing magazine that's published once a year - again, no big hopes at this stage, but it would be good to have something to aim towards. I can't write without some deadline breathing down my neck.

* Being vaguely sociable - which is, again, quite unlike me. It's nice to realise that, if I wanted to (which I sometimes don't) I could be out of my room every night of the week these days. Not doing anything major, but just watching dvds, or going to see a film, or cooking or talking with one or the other of five or six good friends. That's a big improvement on first year.

* Lots of other academic stuff - this is the crazy term. I always knew that it would be, and part of it is my own fault for not getting the dissertation done over Christmas when I knew that there would be several other things on the go during these eight weeks - I tend to have 200+ pages to read for one paper, a few bits of books for another, six or seven books to read and an essay to write for the main paper, and the dissertation brewing in the background every week at the moment. It's still nowhere near as much work as friends in other subjects are doing, but seeing as History is the dossy subject here, and I've got use to that dossy kind of workload, it's come as a bit of a shock.

* Japan interview - the interview itself only took up half a day (and another half if you count my trip to find the location a couple of days beforehand), but I did do a bit of reading, and a fair bit of thinking about it, in order to prepare. I don't know how I did, I never do with these things. I would really love to go to Japan next year, but if it doesn't work out then it doesn't work out - there are other exciting things out there, and perhaps I could reapply sometime in the future.

* Internet procrastination - which has, you know, probably taken up more time than the rest of these things put together. Which, of course, leads to the question of why I can't find time to vlog or blog when I spend so much time doing nothing online . . . I think it's partly to do with being passive or being active - mindlessly flicking through wikipedia, or watching youtube videos, or trawling through gossipy news articles doesn't require me to think, and I can still do that whilst thinking about the fact I should be doing my work. More 'active' things, that require talking or typing, have to have time set aside for. Still, I'm trying to improve on this. Today I wrote a list, and most things on it have been crossed off. Writing a blog post was one of the things on it, so that soon will be too. Lists may well be the future.

I'm not going to commit to how regularly I update this blog. I use Dailybooth every day at the moment, and seeing as I'm beginning to use the blurb on there to talk about how my day has been, that has almost beome a mini, more interactive and colourful version of this. Still, sometimes I do like to look back at my week and remind myself what I did (or didn't) do, so I'm going to do that at least a couple of times a month on here. I think I might also make this the main place for me to keep track of what books I've been reading, because I'm aiming for a hundred this year, and will never be able to keep count if I dont have some type of system. I'll try and do little reviews, and links to my youtube reviews when I do them, every time I finish a book.

Thursday, 31 December 2009

2010 - Looking Forward

I’m not usually one for New Year’s resolutions (well, I am, but they’re never realistic, and I don’t usually plan on sticking to them). But, you know, it will soon be 2010, and this seems like as good a time as any to try and turn over a new leaf on certain things :) But no promises, because I’ll probably have given up before the month is out:

1. I’d like to read at least one novel a week, and either vlog or blog about each one. This may require me to spend less time procrastinating on the internet, and more time doing my pre-internet hobby, reading, but that’s a sacrifice I’m becoming willing to make :)
2. I’d like to become more fit and healthy. So, vary my diet to include things other than pasta and bread when I’m at uni, and get ‘some’ exercise, instead of none.
3. I’d like to work towards more regular communication with friends that I’m beginning to lose touch with, and let the friends and family in my life know that I appreciate them.
4. And this is more of a goal than a resolution, but I’d like to get a 2.1 for my degree, and know what I plan to do for the next year or two before my exams. I have some rough ideas, but things need applying for and setting in motion.


I was going to do some predictions for the next decade, but if the noughties taught me anything it was that virtually every big moment or trend was unexpected for most of us. So perhaps there’s not much point in guessing. I think a lot of the big problems of this decade – global warming, the credit crunch, Afghanistan/Iraq, terrorism and Islamaphobia – won’t be ‘sorted’ in the next one, though hopefully things will improve. I think Obama will be a good President, though won’t achieve as much as people hoped. I think Cameron will be an unpopular PM, though people will take a while to decide this, and that David Miliband will be hugely popular at first, and will then become increasingly controversial. I think, as many people I’ve spoken to recently do too, that communication will become ever more varied and easier, that we’ll increasingly spend more time talking to like-minded people on the other side of the country or world than those around us, and that this will have both pros and cons. There will be bigger and more world-absorbing interactive game experiences, where fiction and reality become blurred. TV and film will become more interactive and visual-focused to try and stand-out from the web. The news will continue to follow internet trends. Online will be the place to be.

That’s all for now :)

2009 - Looking Back

(Warning – it’s probably going to be a double-post day).
It’s the last day of the decade (well, that’s debateable, but I say it is), and I feel I should be getting all reflective and ponderous, because that’s what History students do at times like this. The ‘noughties’ have been a hugely complex ten years, though, so I’m not quite sure what to say. Or perhaps every decade seems like this when you look back on it so immediately. I’m going to do this the easy way, and talk about the ten things that I think we’ll remember about 2000 – 2009 for some time to come. I’ve probably missed out a lot of important things :-s But, in no particular order:

1. 9/11. I remember that the millennium was full of talk about the things that would dominate the next ten or hundred years, all these plans and hopes, and then something smashes, out of the blue, into the world’s consciousness in 2001, and everything changes. Of course nothing ever ‘just happens’, there’s always a build-up of history and policies, and the reactions to them, but for most of us this seemed to come out of nowhere. Deaths are tragic, civilian death tolls that run into the thousands even more so, but it was done in such a visual way, and it was broadcast so widely, that it’s difficult to imagine people forgetting about 9/11 for hundreds of years. And it’s difficult to see America and the UK getting out of the direction of foreign policy that was chosen afterwards for quite some time. The aftershocks could still be felt in thirty or forty years. But perhaps everyone says this about the tragedies that happen in their lifetime. I wonder how the next generation will see it.

2. The media got . . . wider. I’m not sure how to explain this, just that there are more television channels than ever before, and more ways to access news and shows online . . . it’s bizarre now to think that most of the UK only had four TV channels back in 1999. Now, even if you have the standard Freeview package, there’s 30 or so. Wider means more choice, but perhaps it also means those shared shows becoming less frequent . . . certainly, back in the day of two or three channels there were certain TV ‘experiences’ that the whole nation had, and everyone talked about it. Even now, Doctor Who, Wallace and Gromit, reality show finals – some of these draw in 18 or 19 million viewers at their peak. These TV ‘events’ seem to be declining, though, and I’m not sure if we’ll experience TV in the same way by 2020.

3. Reality TV, and 'interactive' TV in general – celebrity culture, the changes to the music scene brought in by these ‘vote for the next music sensation’ shows. They dominate more in America, perhaps, than they do here, but there’s been a steady decline in dramas and more serious documentaries for these cheap to make, and crowd-drawing shows. I’m as guilty of watching as the next person, and some of them are genuinelly entertaining, but when they are so easy to make, and often more popular, than more ‘quality’ TV, what will this do to the industry in the near future? It will be interesting to see if any channel, apart from the BBC, will still be making dramas by 2020.

4. We wanted to communicate with each other, and we did. Whether it was writing a blog, or uploading videos onto Youtube, twittering, finding a new unsigned favourite singer, or abandoning TV for short-films made by someone in their back-garden, the middle-man was cut out as we talked and got creative. This is a trend that I hope does continue. The world seems like a much smaller place.

5. Celebration of nerd culture. Suddenly nerdiness was cool. Comic book movies and sci-fi reigned at the box office. Animation was king. People expressed their inner-nerd on the internet, and TV and the movies scrambled to keep up. You were left wondering how many of us had been nerds all along, hidden in the corner as the cool-kid minority ruled.

6. The environment and global warming became big news. These topics have rarely been out of the classrooms, news and documentaries for most of the decade. We saw extreme weather and natural disasters, we began to worry about where our food was grown, our carbon footprints. Sci-fi show after sci-fi show began to focus on how the world would be, not in two hundred years time, but in fifty. Sadly, 2009 has ended with little answer from the politicians, so everything still seems up in the air.

7. The credit crunch. Proving once again that house prices cannot just go up and up and up . . . I still don’t understand the ins and outs of it, because I don’t have a head for finance, but I think it’s safe to say that it will be a while before we, especially those of us in the UK, see our countries recover.

8. Hurricane Katrina, and the Boxing Day Tsunami. Both already seem partly forgotten by anyone not directly impacted, but I wonder if each won’t be seen with renewed importance as the years go by. Both were devastating, though on two different scales. The response to each said a lot about society in this decade, both good and bad. I think the two disasters will be re-visited a lot by the historians of the future.

9. President Obama’s campaign. Whether his presidency will be remembered fondly remains to be seen, but the whole grassroots and new media movement that helped get him into office was exciting. Suddenly everyone wanted to be American. Politics had never been so interesting. It was thrilling to feel part of something like that, and I’m not sure there’ll be another campaign with that ‘hopeful’ feel for a long time – we tend to get cynical of these things second time around.

10. And I guess that, on a personal note, this was the decade where I did most of my growing up. I was 12 when it started, and I’m 22 now, so the ‘noughties’ saw me through high-school, sixth-form and most of university. I made lots of the decisions about who I was, and what I liked, and where and what I was going to study, that will probably affect most of the rest of my life. I made some good friends, watched my younger siblings grow up, and am hopefully at least a little more balanced than I was ten years ago :) So these are ten years that I’m certainly not planning on forgetting.

Tuesday, 29 December 2009

The Christmas blog

These blog posts seem to be getting further and further apart . . . perhaps it’s just that not much happens from day to day in the holidays for me, because I’m very much a stay in and watch TV/ Youtube/ read a book/ pointlessly surf the web until the wee hours of the morning/ play on the Playstation kind of person. All the days become a blur, and then there isn’t much to write about.

But it’s almost the end of the decade, and I want to write one of those long and reflective posts in a couple of days time, which I’m sure will even make me fall asleep when I read it back in a few weeks time :) So I feel I should fill this in with everything that’s happened recently. Which actually won’t take that long:

1. Snow – and lots of it! Perhaps three or four inches, which I think is more than I’ve ever seen before, and it’s not melted in about a week now. For a few days it was amazing, and magical, and we built a snow-thing, took tons of photos, had snowball fights. Now it’s just icy and a little annoying – we’re not exactly snowed in, but we live on a hill, and both driving and walking down it feels a little scary at the mo. Everything takes twice as long.

2. Christmas!!!! I still manage to get excited, more with the anticipation of it than anything else. I think it was Michael Buckley who said it feels different every year once you’re older, and there’s no point in forcing yourself into holiday giddiness that you don’t really feel – just go with the flow. He’s totally right. I still insist on ‘tradition’, as do my siblings, much to the amusement of our parents. There’s a set list of Christmas Eve Christmassy videos to watch (the tape is from 1998, and wobbles like crazy!) – The Snowman, Father Christmas, The Bear and The Tailor of Gloucester. We eat fish on Christmas Eve, turkey and trimmings, then Christmas pudding for Christmas lunch, smoked salmon and salad, followed by trifle for tea, and cake for supper. We get ‘Christmas sacks’ instead of stockings – pillow sacks full mainly of numerous but cheap goodies from charity shops and joke stores – at the end of our beds on Christmas morning. Mum used to buy all the stuff for them, but now we’re given the money to each buy the contents for each other – it becomes a competition to make it the best. Dad still puts his Santa hat on to deliver them – the only night of the year when we’re all in bed before 11.30pm. So it’s the sacks in the morning, usually some Christmassy film (Muppet Christmas Carol is fast becoming a new tradition), lunch, very slow present opening afterwards – we all go one by one and oooh and aaaaah over each gift we’ve got. There are seven of us, so this takes a long time. My nan died earlier this year, but she used to insist that we stop to hear the Queen’s Speech at 3pm. I missed it this year, it felt a bit strange to watch it without her. And then it’s the Christmas tea, and usually a full schedule of TV specials to watch afterwards. This year’s line-up could have been jaw-dropping, and was still really good, even if it didn’t quite live up to expectations. Doctor Who was brilliant up to the last five minutes, which just seemed to push it a little too far . . . . but I can’t really decide until I’ve seen the second half (on New Year’s Day – I have such crazy mixed feelings about it at the moment. There’s so much David Tennant stuff on tv at the moment that it’s as if the nation’s gone into mourning. He’s everywhere. And however much I tell myself it’s a TV show, I know that whether it’s a brilliant, emotional final episode, or a stinker of a let-down, I’m going to be in a bad mood because of it all weekend :) ). Strictly Come Dancing Christmas special was nothing too exciting, and Poirot was a let-down, mainly because it was such a dark, grisly episode that it felt totally inappropriate for festive viewing. It was probably the gloomiest Poirot I’ve ever seen, so it was strange to show it on Christmas Day :-s
But, overall Christmas was great. Present highlights include some awesome kids’ books (Morpurgo, Snicket, Gaiman) from my parents, one of my favourite films (The Girl Who Leapt Through Time) on dvd from my brother, and lots of other bits and pieces – chocolates, bath stuff etc. Good times.

3. Project for Awesome – the nerdfighters taking over Youtube by spamwowing charity videos to get them into the most discussed list – awesome. So, so much fun. It was the first year I’d got involved, both making a video and spending a scary amount of the 48hours tuning into the livestream and commenting away . . . my parents thought I was slightly mad, but it really did feel exciting, like properly being part of the community :D Especially when Maureen Johnson encouraged us to the top of the twitter trending topics for half an hour or so – wow in so many ways :)

4. Total lack of work so far :-s Well, I’ve done a little, but I’m pretty much going to have to write a couple of thousand words every day from here until I get back to get that first draft in when I said I would :(

That is actually pretty much it :-s The last two weeks. Doesn’t seem like much when you put it like that. I’ve read a couple of (mainly trashy) books, watched too much TV, spent too long online. And I’m going to work for the next ten days, I have a dissertation to write.
*crosses fingers in hope*

Sunday, 13 December 2009

The Chistmas tree is up . . .

Yes, the Christmas tree is looking at me from across the sitting room, all blue-lit and shiny :) My sisters decorated it this morning - I thought it best to stay away, as these things can get a bit cut-throat . . . I hoovered the house and watched last night's comedy awards on ITVplayer (so, so happy that Outnumbered won three awards, and that the little 8year old girl from it won best newcomer). And for the rest of the day I avoided doing important things, and instead watched trashy TV (Joe won Xfactor - it's disturbing that I actually care), surfing the internet (I've decided that I want to move to Canada after watching Twilight. The scenery is gorgeous, and the visas look relatively easy to get. I know it was America a few weeks ago. I'm a very fickle person), and, ummm, reading Twilight (yes, I know :-s I was very much persuaded into it by a friend. And my belief that you can't truly make fun of something until you've experienced it. Verdict 134pages in? Once you get past the grating prose, and remember that it's meant to be from the point of view of a rather pretentious and self-absorbed teen, it's not as bad as I feared. I mean, elements of her relationship with the Cullen are disturbing, especially his posessive nature and age, and I like it more when he's not around, but aspects of it are embarassingly reminiscent of my own hormonal teenage years - admittedly, more at 13 or 14 than 17 - and occasionally it has moments that are insightful, almost sweet. Bella is likeably indie, if annoying in many other ways. Anyway, there are still a few hundred pages to go, and it could certainly go downhill. It lacks subtlety, and steals many basic plot elements from 'True Blood'. And this is meant to be the best of the series, which is concerning. But I've certainly read worse - I've read bestselling adult books which are worse. And I can see why many a teenage girl relates to Bella, even if she is a weak role model).

Oh my goodness, the above paragraph is a mess. But I cannot be bothered to sort it out.
Quick bullet point of the rest of 'news':

*The ball was great. Lots of free food (from doughnuts and chocolate fountain, to meatballs in sauce, chips and pastries), an open bar, magicians and acrobats, bands of many genres, an awesome silent disco, and the decorations were amazing. They'd really captured the Christmas Carol spirit.

* I did manage to get to the library and read some dissertaton-related stuff, round the Twilight afternoon, packing etc. The train ride home was as gorgeous as ever. The East coast is beautiful all year round, but magical in the winter.

*I've failed to do anything productive so far since getting home. I've been on Beatles Rock Band, made a Youtube vid, been taken out for a lovely lunch by the parents, watched too much trashy TV, enjoyed Mum's homecooking, done most of my Christmas shopping on Amazon . . . and that's about it :-s This needs to change starting tomorrow.

Laters x

Wednesday, 2 December 2009

Hello much-neglected blog . . .

Wow, so I only posted three times last month. Which is a shame, because it was a pretty amazing month in a lot of ways. Not that I remember much about it specifically.
There were lots of trips to London to research my dissertation, a good few films watched at the film society. After seeing the 'State of Play' Russell Crowe/ Ben Affleck movie, which I actually enjoyed, I saw the original BBC tv series, which I absoloutely LOVED.
I've become slightly addicted (to my embarrassment) to 'I'm a Celebrity, Get Me Out of Here!', mainly because I'm a fan of Colin and Justin, the slightly hysterical interior designers, and it is a fairly interesting look at a fairly nice bunch of people whose agents think they should pimp themselves out for public 'entertainment'. The body language is fascinating, and I love trying to work out how much is real, and what the editors want. Oh, I'll stop trying to justify myself. I just like Colin and Justin.

Oh, and there was nanowrimo. Oh, nanowrimo. I ended up writing almost half the novel in the last three days, which is an absolutely crazy thing thing to do, and it made my fingernail bleed :-s typing related injury! I'd written this carefully laid-out plan on the first day, and then the story went off somewhere completely different after the first chapter. The story within a story, the episode transcripts of the cancelled show that the three friends were obsessed with as children, ended up taking up nearly half the story, and being far more interesting than the main plot, which was certainly not the intention. It's very hastily written, disjointed, and feels rushed in some places and stretched in others, but it's over 50,000 words long (just), has a beginning, middle and end, and vaguely makes sense. So I'm proud of it. There's a good story lying hidden in there somewhere. I'll defintely be doing nanowrimo again, though I'll try and keep my wordcount a little more regular next time!

Oh, and my choir did our Christmas concert on Monday, and it was amazing :D I love my choir, and it's a lot of fun, but seeing as we don't have much time to rehearse, and are totally non-audition, so learn everything by ear, we're perhaps not always the most tunefully accomplished in our final performance :) And the audience is usually quite small, friends and family and former choir members, but we don't mind and have a good time anyway. This time we sounded great, really great, and the audience was big, and I'm still trying to work out what was different. We went for simpler songs than usual perhaps - our harmonies always sound better on simple acapella songs. And we held the concert in a church, instead of the usual music theatre, so I think a lot of the congregation had come along. Which was great -lots of different age ranges and not just students. Anyway, it was an evening that will stay with me for a long time, and we were all so happy and hyper afterwards - awesome. And one of my best friends sang an absolutely beautiful, spine-tingling solo in 'I don't want a lot for Christmas' - she is going to be a star one day I'm sure :)

Oh, and whilst I was nanowriming my younger brother was Hometaping - writing and recording over 20minutes of music in a month. The final product, an EP called 'Take Me Home' is free to download here: http://www.tinyurl.com/TakeMeHomeEP

It is an amazing achievement for month, and a great record in general - Ive listened to it a good few times already, and parts of it blow me away.

Oh, and I bought a really great dress today for the ball on Friday :) Yey!

Ok, I will blog more regularly this month :)

Wednesday, 11 November 2009

Hand rashes and tea

Hello world!
(Cue Pogabat's music - da da DA da da DA da da DA Daaaaa!)

I couldn't think of what to call this post, but I am drinking tea, and I do have a rash on my hand at the mo. I'm not sure what's caused it, but it seems to only flare up mid-way through each university term, and then disappear a week after I get home. I've thought many things - the cold, a lack of vitamins, stress? Current thinking is that I'm allergic to some cleaning product they use here, so I've been trying to keep out of my room all day on the day it's cleaned, but this doesn't seem to be having much affect . . .

When did I last write? I should have checked that before starting to write this . . .oh, November 5th methinks? What have I done since then?

* I went to the British Film Institute Library. It cost me a small fortune to get there, and I got lost and walked round in circles until my feet ached, and got very wet on the way back because my boots leak . . .but it was AMAZING. Just unbelievably cool. And SO useful for my dissertation. Yey :) I'm going back there tomorrow.

* I saw one of the best-reviewed plays at the local theatre this term. It was beautifully put together, and the little dancing scenes beween each act were stunning, but it was weird and dark and depressing, and not as good as the other shows I've seen in the last few weeks.

* I saw Star Trek at film society. I love that film so much. It feels like a classic already. It ticks the sci-fi, drama, romance, adventure and breath-taking special effects boxes. And it makes me cry in the first five minutes. Not many films can say that.

* I got a ticket to the Snow Ball! Hopefully.

* I gave up on Flashfoward, then decided I hadn't . . . I can't work out whether the screenwriters are being very clever, or have written themselves into a complete hole. The dialogue is terrible, and I really don't care about any of the characters, despite the great cast. It certainly isn't Lost. Hype gets you nowhere.

* I had no lecture today, and was going to do lots of work to make up for it, but totally failed to do so. And as I typed that last sentence, I realised that I have a French class in an hour and a half, and I still havn't started the translation. Oooops. Better do that now.

It's Rememberance Day here in the UK. I'm not sure if it is elsewhere in the world too? Anyway, this day always makes me think of World War I poetry. And today I thought of this poem by Wilfred Owen.

Peace out.

Thursday, 5 November 2009

Fireworks

Oooooooooh aaaaaaaaaah.
That was the text that a friend just sent me. I was all 'If you're trying to be a ghost, you've missed it by a few days', and he was all 'I was doing an impression of me and the kids watching the fireworks, silly.' Which made me laugh.

And I've just typed that and realised that most non-British people probably don't celebrate November 5th, right? I've never really thought about it before. Feel free to let me know if you have Bonfire Night wherever you are, and if not if you've even heard of it. Because this is probably bigger than Halloween over here. Less merchandise, but I think we're probably about 10times to head out to see the bonfire and fireworks on Nov5th than dress up and go to a Halloween party.

The origins are all a bit morbid really - several hundred years ago a Catholic plot to blow up the Houses of Parliament was foiled. So we celebrate that they're still standing and all go and watch fireworks (gunpowder, see?), have a huge bonfire, and occasionally burn a paper Guy (Guy Fawkes being the poor fella who is historically landed with all the blame, despite not really being the brains of the outfit), although you see that less and less these days - sometimes paper celebrities are burnt instead. Anyway, I guarantee you that over half of the nation don't have a clue about the origins of the festivities, and most of the other half know less than what I just put there. So it's not remotely political (in fact the idea of celebrating the Houses of Parliament is faintly hilarious in the current political climate), or religious or anti-religious. It's just a chance to watch the local council spend a few thousand pounds on brightly coloured moments, get warm by a big fire, often go on a fairground (my university town turns Nov5th into a HUGE deal, the whole town turns up. The fireworks were incredible, and the fairground was verging on a themepark, not that I went on anything). And eat toffee apples, candyfloss, treacle toffee and parrkin. Not that I ate any of that either - I got too into Halloween to rememer Bonfire Night properly this year. But I went with good company, and we watched the fireworks from a great spot. Very pretty

I'm hopefully off to London tomorrow to go to a film museum and research for my dissertation. I find london exciting, but terrifying too - fingers crossed I don't get very lost.

Nanowrimo word count: 3153 :-s

Monday, 2 November 2009

Witches and words

This blog comes to you in three parts. All will be hastily written, as it is 00.43, and I need to be up early in the mornng

Part 1: Halloween. Halloween was brilliant. It was misty, someone was playing sinister music on the organ in the unlit chapel, some wonderful person had put two pumpkin lanterns either side of the top floor window of the staff office building. My little Austrian friend and I went shopping for sugary goodies, bought far too much, and headed down several long, dark roads to a big old accomodation block, telling scary stories along the way. We then watched 'Dracula', ate too much chocolate, and got slightly hysterical over the Austrian's hilarious running commentary on the Freudian nature of the film, and the outrageous depiction of women, whilst another friend insisted that the movie was merely a tourist information film about her own country, and that she frequently crawled down walls to go to the shops in the morning. On the way back we encountered many a zombiefied student. And I sat in my window seat watching 'Donnie Darko' until 3.30am in the morning. Perfect.

Part 2: NaNoWriMo. Yes, because I am mad, and many an internet person is doing it, I have decided to attempt to write a novel in a month. Yes, that is 50,000 words whilst trying to write a dissertation. The hope is that after that this the 15,000 word dissertation will feel like nothing. And that filling my day up with more things will make my life feel more structured . . . . ? Well, I'm already two days behind, and all I have is a rough plot outline. But I think a challenge would be good for me. For anyone who is interested, my profile is here: http://www.nanowrimo.org/eng/user/584654
Nothing posted on it so far, but there will be tomorrow.

Part 3: Selwyn Snowball. Tickets go on sale on Friday, and I am hopefully going :) Yey.

Now to sleep.

Thursday, 29 October 2009

Showers

Hmmm . . . the problem with being on a corridor with ten third-years who actually go to lectures, and a lovely but enthusiastic cleaner who turns up early in the morning, and not having any lectures yourself until 11am, is that it gets to 10am and you're still thinking 'I could really do with a shower', and you don't do anything about it because the one time you headed for the bathroom today the showers were both taken. And now they're probably being cleaned. Hmmmm.

Yesterday was a strange day. Spent far too long texting a friend about matters I won't get into, safe to say that we're back to where we started, which is good, but does seem a bit of an odd use of two hours and 90+ texts. Thank goodness for the unlimited text package.

Woot, I'm listening to the Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind soundtrack. Must be one of the most beautiful and varied OSTs ever. Smiles :)

So, I spent over an hour,and about five journal pages, noting down every image that appears in the first four minutes of Oliver Stone's JFK. There's probably an average of an image every second, perhaps more, in there, so it took a LONG TIME . . . bizzarely interesting though. Not sure how much use it'll be to the dissertation (the Kennedy images don't really start until the last 20seconds of the montage), but once I'd started it was very difficult to stop.

Choir social tonight, which is going to be a formal at Clare's College - a 'formal' basically being a formal meal colleges have here, some once a week (like mine), others every day (like my cousin's). And everyone dresses up in suits/dresses, and wears robes if your college has them (mine doesn't) and has a three-course meal, and often (unfortunately) drinks a crazy amount of wine. Although they've done a lot this year to make people cut back on that. And our choir is full of people who are careful about their drink, so yey, should be a great evening :)

Right, I need a shower.

Monday, 26 October 2009

One of those days

Has been one of those crazy days where I ran around doing lots of stuff not related to my degree, but still important and time-consuming. Most of it got done. But I'm really tired, and should have been in bed ages ago, only I was trying to see if my phone would work- it was receiving texts, but not able to send them or make calls, or even receive calls, despite claiming to have full signal . . . hmmmm. Seems to be ok now, I tested it on Any Question Answered because it was too late to risk waking anyone up - and they replied, even if they screwed up my answer. I asked for reccomendations of atmospheric, indie, non-scary Halloween movies,and they sent me a list that included Psycho, Halloween and Nightmare on Elm Street. I was thinking more along the lines of Donnie Darko . . . oh well. At least the text went through.

Random info of the day:
1.The only place in this town which has the 2006 movie 'Amazing Grace' which I need for a church group tomorrow is the English Faculty library, which I can't borrow items from. Time to call in a favour.
2. 'True Blood' is very . . . . weird. Not sure what I think of it yet.
3. Postage is cheaper than you might think.
4. Phones always break when you need them the most.
5. I'd really like to get fit and start eating more healthily, but not sure how that would fit into my uni lifestyle at the moment. . . I walk a lot, but it would be good to try some other forms of exercise.
6. My younger brother and sister turn 14 in a few hours. I wonder what I'd say to my 14 year old self? Everything seemed so intense then. It was a really influential year, in a whole variety of ways. Just hang on in there I guess.

And now I really do need to sleep.

Wednesday, 21 October 2009

Internet spoilers

So today I didn't do much apart from watch Dollhouse. Well, I still did a translation, attended a lecture, a French class, was visited by a good friend I hadn't seen in ages, and hung out with my Austrian friend to eat fruit and watch the new BBC 'Emma', but otherwise I watched Dollhouse. Six episodes of it. Which I'm a little embarassed to admit, because I had a good half a dozen other things I should have been doing (mainly Kennedy related stuff, but also reviewing Watchmen), but this show is soooooo addictive.

I really wasn't expecting it to be that great, I'd heard pretty mixed things about it - the reports of extensive re-filming, and whispers that it was the first real Whedon screw-up. But I absolutely love it. I mean, it's far from perfect - the refilming and filler material is obvious in the first few episodes, and whilst I know that it's a show partly about the objectification (if that's a real word) of women, I wish they didn't have to be show quite so many lingering shots of female body . . . but it's the type of series that feels like it knows where it's going. It manages to slowly unravel the story, little by little giving us glimpses until it all starts to add up, without crawling to a pace that insults viewers' intelligence (like Flashforward), or careering around mulitple red-herrings (like Lost). Whedon is a man with a game plan. Sadly, he's a man with such a need for closure that he filmed a future-set finale for the DVD, in the belief that the series was going to be cancelled . . . and then they renewed it. I havn't got to the end of the series yet, and I probably won't get to see the second series currently airing in America for months, but it will be very interesting to see how he will continue a show that has kind of already ended - whether he will see this as only a possible future, something for the second series to work towards, or ignore it completely.

Anyway, what I logged on to say is that this is the first series in years that I havn't looked up spoilers for. I have a terrible habit of reading through tv series on wikipedia, even if I know that I plan to watch them, or even as I'm sitting in front of the tv watching them . . . I don't know what that says about me. Impatient, doesn't like scary suprises, likes to know what's going on in the media world. Yes, yes and yes. And I know that part of the reason that I've managed to avoid spoilers for this series is that I'm watching it over a few days, rather than a few weeks. Thank goodness for dvd boxsets. I havn't been able to geniunally enjoy the twists and turns of a series for so long. But it's also refreshing to find something so slow-burning and well-written that you don't want to know what happens next until the writer chooses to show you, you just want to go with the flow - I felt the same about Mad Men. I fear that the next series of Dollhouse can't live up to this, second series are always a danger-game, especially if the writer wasn't expecting to write them, had brought things to a close, and then has to re-open Pandora's jigsaw box and start re-arranging the pieces into something meaningful. But for now it is food for thought, one of those morally puzzling shows that leaves you asking questions in your sleep, and I'm really enjoying it. Oh, and that FBI dude is HOT :)

So dream job at the moment? Television script writer. Though most of them seem to have very little creative independence, respect, pay or job security . . . . so let's change that to Joss Whedon. When I grow up I would like to be Joss Whedon. There you go Mum.

Monday, 19 October 2009

I really don't blog enough

I'd totally intended to keep this blogging everyday thing up, but I always forget about it until it's late and I'm really tired. . . hmm, so what's been happening in my life recently?
Had choir rehearsal tonight, and there are about 40 freshers, which has pretty much tripled us from the number we were often dwindling to last term . . . it's exciting, we're all hoping they stay.
Church has also seen a big increase in new students, and we're doing lots more socially stuff, which is great.
I'm still seeing my Austrian friend most days, whether it's for a cup of tea in the evening, or lunch in hall - it's nice to have someone who you can keep in daily contact with like that in a busy place like this.
I havn't done enough work, and I'm seeing my supervisor tomorrow, which is a bit nerve-racking.
On Thursday there's a presentation for the Japan JET scheme that I'm thinking of doing after uni - hopefully it'll clear up some of the questions that I have about it.
I've started the first series of TrueBlood and Dollhouse in the last couple of days thanks to my cousin . . . and I'm still watching Flashforward. And I'm soon to start on MadMen series2. Too much addictive American TV around at the moment :)
I still havn't got round to finishing Watchmen . . . but I hope to do so and book review it soon.
My bedroom is flippin freezing this evening.
I've still only caught up with about half the people I wanted to/should catch up with since the summer.
My two gorgeous new Threadless t-shirts arrived today :) They're very geeky, but in a pretty way-I love them already.
And I need to sleep, because I need to cram some work in the morning.
Night all x