Department of departure
My neck is what is going to kill me. One day when I'm walking along it will just tear itself away from my body and then slam itself against my face until I stop breathing. Or at least, this is how it feels like right now. Fuck, it hurts. I think it's because I have to carry my heavy bag for such long distances, and also sitting hunched down too much (i.e. in school, by the computer etc) but I hope that some relaxing might do the trick.
Shame then, that I have so little time to actually relax. Group presentation to do on thursday and it's going rather slow. I've done some research and I think I got down the jist of what I am going to say but since I haven't been able to have a proper meeting with my companion for this assignment I'm not really sure where in the process we are right now. We're meeting tomorrow to compile everything into a substance but I'm not sure if that's too late. We're giving a talk on Fight Club, discussing its views on consumerism, mainly from the works of Adorno and Fiske - two opposites when it came to writing about consumer society. I'm handling the Adorno-bit, which pretty much means "find out what Fight Club says about consumerism that Adorno would so, like, TOTALLY, agree with" so that is what I'm trying to do.
What else then? Well, Ep II of The One Dollar Thoughts is on its way. It's all been filmed so when the presentation is done and I have some breathing space I'll give you some more randomness straight from the horse's (mine) mouth. Until then I'm constantly battling with my dumbass flatmates. Once again there's mouldy plates in the kitchen and the flies have returned. Nice and not in the least health-hazardous. Fucking plums.
Oh! And Meat Loaf! Meat Loaf. Been listening through the Bat Out Of Hell-albums for a couple of days and it gives me, as we say where I come from; ståpäls. So bombastic, so camp, so ridiculous and so vulgar. And so very, very good.
Shame then, that I have so little time to actually relax. Group presentation to do on thursday and it's going rather slow. I've done some research and I think I got down the jist of what I am going to say but since I haven't been able to have a proper meeting with my companion for this assignment I'm not really sure where in the process we are right now. We're meeting tomorrow to compile everything into a substance but I'm not sure if that's too late. We're giving a talk on Fight Club, discussing its views on consumerism, mainly from the works of Adorno and Fiske - two opposites when it came to writing about consumer society. I'm handling the Adorno-bit, which pretty much means "find out what Fight Club says about consumerism that Adorno would so, like, TOTALLY, agree with" so that is what I'm trying to do.
What else then? Well, Ep II of The One Dollar Thoughts is on its way. It's all been filmed so when the presentation is done and I have some breathing space I'll give you some more randomness straight from the horse's (mine) mouth. Until then I'm constantly battling with my dumbass flatmates. Once again there's mouldy plates in the kitchen and the flies have returned. Nice and not in the least health-hazardous. Fucking plums.
Oh! And Meat Loaf! Meat Loaf. Been listening through the Bat Out Of Hell-albums for a couple of days and it gives me, as we say where I come from; ståpäls. So bombastic, so camp, so ridiculous and so vulgar. And so very, very good.