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The three-day headache turns out to have been some sort of bug, I have a lovely, racking chest cough that has dropped my voice about an octave, and aching joints. Bugger. On the other hand, it's good to have an Actual Enemy on whom to blame the headache. Not that it bodes well for the week of exam marking I have lined up, but hey. *bode, bode*
I managed to soothe the whole wounded beast this evening by finally watching Belleville Rendezvous, an enormously off-beat and off-the-wall French animated movie of maximum charm, intelligence and laterality. Amazing story-telling with practically no dialogue. So pleasant to experience something non-Hollywood, whimsical without being saccharine, deliberately paced without being slow, beautifully animated, and very retro. Jazz, and old ladies, and frogs, and French mafia, and incredibly cool fun poked at obsessive cyclists. Can't recommend highly enough, in fact. Go and find the DVD if you haven't already. *makes shooing motions*
I struck a blow for Career Paths and Networking and other useful stuff by having lunch yesterday with a lovely professor lady from a New York university, who it transpires, lives in CT for half the year, and dabbles in fairy tale as an aside. It was forcibly borne in upon me that, in fact, in true rarified PhD fashion, there is not actually anyone else in this country with whom I can talk academic shop. She knew most of the critics I only know by their work and e-mail. I may have to add this to my reasons to flee the continent. (1. Weather. 2. Can't talk academic shop. 3....?)
Must take hacking cough off to bed. Evil Landlord keeps wandering into my study after a paroxysm and wanting to know if I'm dying, and whether it's contagious. I shall practice coughing on his feet.
I managed to soothe the whole wounded beast this evening by finally watching Belleville Rendezvous, an enormously off-beat and off-the-wall French animated movie of maximum charm, intelligence and laterality. Amazing story-telling with practically no dialogue. So pleasant to experience something non-Hollywood, whimsical without being saccharine, deliberately paced without being slow, beautifully animated, and very retro. Jazz, and old ladies, and frogs, and French mafia, and incredibly cool fun poked at obsessive cyclists. Can't recommend highly enough, in fact. Go and find the DVD if you haven't already. *makes shooing motions*
I struck a blow for Career Paths and Networking and other useful stuff by having lunch yesterday with a lovely professor lady from a New York university, who it transpires, lives in CT for half the year, and dabbles in fairy tale as an aside. It was forcibly borne in upon me that, in fact, in true rarified PhD fashion, there is not actually anyone else in this country with whom I can talk academic shop. She knew most of the critics I only know by their work and e-mail. I may have to add this to my reasons to flee the continent. (1. Weather. 2. Can't talk academic shop. 3....?)
Must take hacking cough off to bed. Evil Landlord keeps wandering into my study after a paroxysm and wanting to know if I'm dying, and whether it's contagious. I shall practice coughing on his feet.
