the one with PhD FAIL (but only sort of) and also a wacky dream
The cruel irony of academia seems to be, the more you think a topic is ripe for the picking the more someone else will have already inevitably gotten the ladder out in preparation for harvesting.
Metaphors are not my strong point.
But I digress. If I were dealing with this normally, I would write OMG I HAS NO THESIS ANYMORE BECAUSE OTHER PEEPS TOOK IT AND WTF AM I GOING TO DO ARRRRGGGGGHHHHH. But for once I am attempting coherance. It is probably going to fail.
So basically, Super Specialist Academic Dude wrote back to my email, saying that he's got a PhD performance (pah) person doing research on Clara Schumann's students and he himself is doing "in depth" work on Alfred Cortot. Now, these are both topics I wanted to do personally. Cortot, is, my man. He's the possible Nazi-collaborator, loony Romantic pianist who plays things beyond his technical skill and barely seems to hold onto control of the performances as he plays, and never told anyone anything specific about performing but would rather give poetic descriptions of abstract ideas. I would love to write an entirely ficticious and not at all true account of his life. Wow minor tangent. ANYWAY. So that was my PhD and my side-project cut down.
So I had a bit of a teary, emailed the email off to my supervisors and generally freaked out. Then I went up to see if NZ supervisor was in, and she was, so I had a "omg what the heck am I going to do" discussion with her. She says it'll all be okay. On the upside of being a crazy person, I did have two other projects in mind that basically use all the stuff I've already read. So there are possibly still options.
But it's still annoying.
As an aside, last night apparently having thought about Stephen Fry on QI, the episode of Bones with the Gravedigger from season 6, and what ever Bones episodes were sponsored by the Toyota Prius, and Lego Starwars, resulted in me having a dream about driving through the country-side in a Prius with Stephen Fry, only to have some explosion take place and for him to be blown up into two seperate parts (rather like a Lego man). Good work subconcious, glad to know you're still just as crazy as I thought you were.
Metaphors are not my strong point.
But I digress. If I were dealing with this normally, I would write OMG I HAS NO THESIS ANYMORE BECAUSE OTHER PEEPS TOOK IT AND WTF AM I GOING TO DO ARRRRGGGGGHHHHH. But for once I am attempting coherance. It is probably going to fail.
So basically, Super Specialist Academic Dude wrote back to my email, saying that he's got a PhD performance (pah) person doing research on Clara Schumann's students and he himself is doing "in depth" work on Alfred Cortot. Now, these are both topics I wanted to do personally. Cortot, is, my man. He's the possible Nazi-collaborator, loony Romantic pianist who plays things beyond his technical skill and barely seems to hold onto control of the performances as he plays, and never told anyone anything specific about performing but would rather give poetic descriptions of abstract ideas. I would love to write an entirely ficticious and not at all true account of his life. Wow minor tangent. ANYWAY. So that was my PhD and my side-project cut down.
So I had a bit of a teary, emailed the email off to my supervisors and generally freaked out. Then I went up to see if NZ supervisor was in, and she was, so I had a "omg what the heck am I going to do" discussion with her. She says it'll all be okay. On the upside of being a crazy person, I did have two other projects in mind that basically use all the stuff I've already read. So there are possibly still options.
But it's still annoying.
As an aside, last night apparently having thought about Stephen Fry on QI, the episode of Bones with the Gravedigger from season 6, and what ever Bones episodes were sponsored by the Toyota Prius, and Lego Starwars, resulted in me having a dream about driving through the country-side in a Prius with Stephen Fry, only to have some explosion take place and for him to be blown up into two seperate parts (rather like a Lego man). Good work subconcious, glad to know you're still just as crazy as I thought you were.