Monday, January 21, 2008
It's been a hectic first week of school and I've got lots of stuff to blog about!
First, let me, by way of carthasis or exorcism, tell you about the 4 very disturbing images that have cropped up during various conversations with friends over the past week and which have tainted the purity of my mind.
(Names have been modified to protect the identity of persons involved.)
1. Dr G writing "Monday", "Tuesday", "Wednesday" and so forth on his underwear.
2. Dr G ironing his clothes.
3. Dr G ironing his clothes in a frilly apron.
4. Wxxxy flapping around the swimming pool in rubber float and flippers.
The horror, the horror! Save me from my insane imaginings!
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After planning and writing for 3 whole days and having only 3 hours of sleep last night, I managed to deliver my presentation on Calvino's The Castle of Crossed Destinies this morning without any hiccups. I'm so relieved it went well, 'cos although I was too tired to feel very nervous, I was still worried that it would not go down well with Dr S A. But everything went ok and I'm glad at least one assignment is out of my way. But now I have to catch up with everything else that has piled up... =___=;
I actually had a lot of trouble preparing that presentation because I had caught a small cold and for days my mind was feeling all woolly and my thoughts were all indistinct. Definitely not the best of conditions for thinking about metafiction and structures and floating signifiers. And when I was writing the actual presentation on Sunday night, it was so difficult to squeeze the words out that at times I really felt like chucking the whole thing into the wastepaper bin (figuratively of course, because I was working on the computer). But strangely, the words started flowing out of me so much more smoothly as the hours went by and my brain got more and more fuzzy. At 2am, I was even struck with a sudden bout of poesy and penned the last paragraph of my presentation, which even now, in the more sober light of day, is far more elegant than anything I have written in quite a while. So does this confirm my mother's hypothesis that I write better when my mind is drugged with medication or lack of sleep?
I've always known that my mind works in strange ways but this is weirder than ever. Perhaps this is a (very unhealthy) way of liberating one's mind from rigid constraints and letting it express itself freely?
kaoru said at 4:09 AM
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