I näytös: lavalle tanssii paha Muhammed
Sugaaaaahh! Why do I only have one page of notes from Bruce's first Shakespeare lecture? And half of it is summarized in the notes from the second lecture! Something is rotten in the state of Denmark. How much am I supposed to write about it again? Can you just take over my BA because I don't think I can survive writing a single essay without whining to you? ::headdesk::
No, seriously. Did Bruce talk so much about the paintings that half the lecture was spent on that? Because I probably didn't make any notes about them, thinking it was clear enough. I'm just not sure how to incorporate that into my essay. And how much? A page per lecture?
The title of this entry -- roughly 'Act One: In waltzes the evil Mohammed' -- is courtesy of Liisa Lagerstam, who used it to describe the stage directions printed in 17th-century court ballet programs.
[eta] I refuse to be this pathetic. I've been working on one sentence for an hour. And yes, you read that right. Why can't this be an oral thing so I wouldn't have to strive for perfection?
God I hate writing sometimes.
[eta, cnt'd] Four bloody hours of sort-of-but-not-really-writing, 6,873,912 times of refreshing friendspage, several gallons of coconut tea and one page of crack crap crack written.
And in my head is that song from The Wedding Singer with Adam Sandler wailing 'somebody kill me please'.
[eta, more] And I've just been tempted to write Shakespeare/Bowie smut. Um, um, umm.
No, seriously. Did Bruce talk so much about the paintings that half the lecture was spent on that? Because I probably didn't make any notes about them, thinking it was clear enough. I'm just not sure how to incorporate that into my essay. And how much? A page per lecture?
The title of this entry -- roughly 'Act One: In waltzes the evil Mohammed' -- is courtesy of Liisa Lagerstam, who used it to describe the stage directions printed in 17th-century court ballet programs.
[eta] I refuse to be this pathetic. I've been working on one sentence for an hour. And yes, you read that right. Why can't this be an oral thing so I wouldn't have to strive for perfection?
God I hate writing sometimes.
[eta, cnt'd] Four bloody hours of sort-of-but-not-really-writing, 6,873,912 times of refreshing friendspage, several gallons of coconut tea and one page of crack crap crack written.
And in my head is that song from The Wedding Singer with Adam Sandler wailing 'somebody kill me please'.
[eta, more] And I've just been tempted to write Shakespeare/Bowie smut. Um, um, umm.