so i didn't get in trouble. neither did 1/3 of the bunch of digital postgrads, 'cause we all assumed it was rescheduled to wednesday. so we're going to get a mini-intense research workshop summary later. i can't say i'm enthusiastic about the idea, as they're already killing us (maybe it really is *only* me) with theory. teak has us watch films as well, but honestly, i have to ask:
what is wrong with these people?
now, i'm talking about the other students here, all years. they seem to show a lack of feeling, or thinking, when we watch films, whether they're short, weird or long, there seems to be this total flatness. i don't think i'm immature for enjoying the film (or not) and expressing them in unstoppable sounds (laughter, aw, 'no!'), that a general audience would make at a showing. but no: i'm the only one. ahem: HELLO? ARE YOU PROCESSING WHAT WAS PUT IN THE FEATURE THAT WE ARE CURRENTLY WATCHING? gods, i don't know. and when you look at their faces... i get a slight chill, because they look *blank*. they're absorbing it like water in a sponge, but then it appears they leave it to dry: unlike me (i think, and hope to not sound too snobby), who absorbs it like sun in a sunflower: i go on to think about it, or bemoan, or get excited and start coming up with related but new ideas.
anyone care to explain this?
so far, the installation piece is... well, just going. i'm being technical like my dad, measuring and diagramming the tower and some of the things that go into it. sorting out how to turn it into a compact dollhouse that i can move, but also play with, or let others play with (not that i want them to, but it *is* a dollhouse, so i have to build it for that limitation). i wish i had thought of something simpler, but if i had and then made it, i would be really unsatisfied with myself. bleh... (pictures soon!)
speaking of bleh (i should say, 'typing of bleh x) little ol' me had a horrible morning's sleep, not because of insomnia, but dry coughing. ever had that? you can't breath through your mouth or nose without it tickling the back of your throat in a creatively sick way, and then you have a small fit of it, and water does no good. vok, jy weet?
just one more thing to bliggedy blog about: over her in good old SA, we have these voting commercials that tell this story of 'what i'm gonna be when i grow up', modeled after those ads for matriculants/seniors on the opportunities available at a certain university. they confuse the heck out of me, because it's directed as a university/college advert, but then at the end, it says "i love my country, i love south africa", the ad ends, and it says 'love south africa, register to vote'.
EH???
i don't get it. if i love my country i'll vote? okay, that is bs in my context. why, you think? because i would love my country if they made the political debates that are televised for our judgement available in a timeframe that i could watch without missing classes or work or sleep, and then could actually know what the hell is going on in my country to make a decision at the voting about the future of my country. it reminds me of the SRC voting we had 4 years back. each candidate set themselves up in the entrance of a campus building, pulled you aside and said "my number is this, go over to that booth and put my number down", and they really won't let you go (physically as well) until you do it. luckily, in that adventure, i managed to slide out the other door. but our voting/government/politics seem to act like that no matter what level of officiality they're on. uh, HELLO, i actually want you to tell me what they hell you're going to do, and what you've managed to accomplish in the past; i don't want this one announcement on tv when everyone is cooking, eating, doing homework, sleeping or whatnot, and then be told 'you must make decision now, even though you ignorant of our cons and pros'. seriously: BS!!!
ah, it's 3 o'clock. i can go home and rest now, i have been working/braining for +- 4 hours. and the work is going home with me (yuck, but ja).
chow
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