the man who sold the world
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freckles_and_doubtYesterday I took the adult, responsible, grown-up, sensible decision, and cancelled my teaching for the second semester. This was more or less as a result of having spent the last week trekking my pile of vampire essays between campus, where I don't have the time to mark them, and home, where I don't have the energy, as a result of which I've marked about two and a half per day. I have reached the conclusion that I can probably manage work+research+ill health+sanity, or work+teaching+ill health+sanity, or even work+teaching+research+ill health, but not all five. So I don't get to indoctrinate third-year film students into fairy-tale film, other than the two lectures on Pan's Labyrinth which I have kept because (a) I don't want to let down The Nicest Ex-Supervisor In The World in her current state of frantic acting-dictatorship, and (b) they'll be kinda fun and don't have marking attached.
I am relieved, but sad. Also, loin-girded for this research lark, and determined to finally do something with this bloody Sheri Tepper/Frankenstein paper, which has been jeering at me incomprehensibly from the middle distance for almost a year now. Lashing its feminist gothic. Pulling faces. Uppity thing.
In other news, Earth Doomed. Which we all knew, anyway, but this article lays out the current state of tipping point with particularly disastrous clarity. I am going to derive considerable satisfaction, of the more bleak and depressive not-really-enjoyable sort, from watching the world's political figures scramble around to sort things out when we're actually out of oil, air, food, land, water and hope in a few years, and realise that they really should have taken their heads out of the sand a decade ago.
And, lest the whole tenor of this post become too depressive for words, the head web design person of my Cherished Institution, who has been kindly overseeing my attempt to drag the faculty webpage kicking and screaming into the Century of the Fruitbat, thinks that I'm "pretty clued up" in the arena of HTML skills. I blush.![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
bumpycat, you must be so proud.
I am relieved, but sad. Also, loin-girded for this research lark, and determined to finally do something with this bloody Sheri Tepper/Frankenstein paper, which has been jeering at me incomprehensibly from the middle distance for almost a year now. Lashing its feminist gothic. Pulling faces. Uppity thing.
In other news, Earth Doomed. Which we all knew, anyway, but this article lays out the current state of tipping point with particularly disastrous clarity. I am going to derive considerable satisfaction, of the more bleak and depressive not-really-enjoyable sort, from watching the world's political figures scramble around to sort things out when we're actually out of oil, air, food, land, water and hope in a few years, and realise that they really should have taken their heads out of the sand a decade ago.
And, lest the whole tenor of this post become too depressive for words, the head web design person of my Cherished Institution, who has been kindly overseeing my attempt to drag the faculty webpage kicking and screaming into the Century of the Fruitbat, thinks that I'm "pretty clued up" in the arena of HTML skills. I blush.
bumpycat, you must be so proud.
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Date: Thursday, 5 June 2008 01:52 pm (UTC)Cansei de Ser Sexy
Date: Thursday, 5 June 2008 04:34 pm (UTC)Oh wait, not that CSS. ;)
pK.
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