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freckles_and_doubt) wrote2009-05-21 10:58 am
freckles_and_doubt) wrote2009-05-21 10:58 am
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the length of the tag list tells you my brain is wandering vaguely, quite of its own accord
We had a thunderstorm this morning! very happy-making, although not productive of actual rain. The weather is surprisingly hot and sultry, although that may simply be my roaring temperature talking.
Spent the day at home yesterday on account of feeling dreadful, rinse and repeat today. Had to trundle up to campus briefly yesterday to give my last lecture, since it was the last day of term, no rescheduling possible, and there was Vital Exam Stuff I'd promised to tell them. The brief outing left me feeling rather weird - dizzy, sweaty, shaky - although still uncannily able to burble more or less coherently about fanfic, cultural appropriation, demographics, geniune female-centred erotica, and what have you. Informed class that if I had a brain I'd spend the last ten minutes neatly tying up the disparate and yet strangely linked themes of the lecture series, encompassing vampire texts, sex blogs and fan fiction in one giant meta-theory of eroticism, representation and unreality, but since the 'flu had left me with no brain worth mentioning, the synthesis was left as an exercise for the student. They seemed surprisingly cool with this, which suggests that I must somehow have at least partially vouchsafed to them the surreality of the underlying metaphor. Also, amused, but that may have been because I was revealing my enormous geekhood by quoting bits of Cassie Claire from memory.
Spent a lot of the day reading Sharon Shinn, a surprisingly girly stash of which I discovered on my Evil Landlord's groaning shelves. She seems to be one of those writers who defaults to a romance structure, in the sense of Mills and Boon romance, but very entertainingly. Interesting magic, and her people are very real.
Spent the day at home yesterday on account of feeling dreadful, rinse and repeat today. Had to trundle up to campus briefly yesterday to give my last lecture, since it was the last day of term, no rescheduling possible, and there was Vital Exam Stuff I'd promised to tell them. The brief outing left me feeling rather weird - dizzy, sweaty, shaky - although still uncannily able to burble more or less coherently about fanfic, cultural appropriation, demographics, geniune female-centred erotica, and what have you. Informed class that if I had a brain I'd spend the last ten minutes neatly tying up the disparate and yet strangely linked themes of the lecture series, encompassing vampire texts, sex blogs and fan fiction in one giant meta-theory of eroticism, representation and unreality, but since the 'flu had left me with no brain worth mentioning, the synthesis was left as an exercise for the student. They seemed surprisingly cool with this, which suggests that I must somehow have at least partially vouchsafed to them the surreality of the underlying metaphor. Also, amused, but that may have been because I was revealing my enormous geekhood by quoting bits of Cassie Claire from memory.
Spent a lot of the day reading Sharon Shinn, a surprisingly girly stash of which I discovered on my Evil Landlord's groaning shelves. She seems to be one of those writers who defaults to a romance structure, in the sense of Mills and Boon romance, but very entertainingly. Interesting magic, and her people are very real.