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Thursday, 19 October 2006 07:29 amThe unexpected hazards of teaching Disney to punch-drunk third-years nearing the end of their degree: discussion of Beauty and the Beast is occasionally interrupted by outbreaks of song from the back row. ("Tale as old as time", "This provincial life", and, for some reason, "Every sperm is sacred," which was actually and bizarrely not entirely unconnected to the serious, academic discussion we were having at the time.) I am now thoroughly earwormed by catchy and nauseating Disney ditties, an irritation which I callously and deliberately hope to pass on to readers by blogging about it. Heh.
Random linkage, just because: for some reason I rather like the digital art here. Sort of science fictionoid and frequently disturbing.
Apparently we're experiencing Web 2.0, which is just like Web 1.0 only more ironic. Me, I blame postmodernism.
Today is my sister's birthday. Happy birthday, sis! It's also exactly a week until my term's teaching ends, holding out hope that I may actually survive two more days of 6am wake-up in order to shamble through first period imparting science fiction to similarly unawake zombies. Also, this afternoon is the faculty meeting which decides whether I am teaching next year, or undergoing involuntary career change, continental relocation or similar upheaval. I attempted to buffer the shock (it's going to be a shock regardless of what they decide) by splashing out yesterday on a new Belle & Sebastian and shiny curvy earrings from the new Naga stock, but I may nonetheless be forced to spend this evening becoming very, very drunk.
Random linkage, just because: for some reason I rather like the digital art here. Sort of science fictionoid and frequently disturbing.
Apparently we're experiencing Web 2.0, which is just like Web 1.0 only more ironic. Me, I blame postmodernism.
Today is my sister's birthday. Happy birthday, sis! It's also exactly a week until my term's teaching ends, holding out hope that I may actually survive two more days of 6am wake-up in order to shamble through first period imparting science fiction to similarly unawake zombies. Also, this afternoon is the faculty meeting which decides whether I am teaching next year, or undergoing involuntary career change, continental relocation or similar upheaval. I attempted to buffer the shock (it's going to be a shock regardless of what they decide) by splashing out yesterday on a new Belle & Sebastian and shiny curvy earrings from the new Naga stock, but I may nonetheless be forced to spend this evening becoming very, very drunk.
