tastes like update
Now I've handed in my last assignment it might just be time for my bi-semester LJ brain-dump.
The last ten weeks can be summarised as such:
- Too much coffee
- Not enough money
- Half-arsed attempts at all my design assignments the morning they're due
- A newfound appreciation of port, or "ultrawine" as Elisa and I have dubbed it in its sticky sweet deliciousness
So, as you can see, it's not been a very eventful few months. I saw the Presets a couple of days ago, that was pretty sweet. There's nothing I love more than spending a night sandwiched between sweaty bogans, getting people's hair extensions in my mouth and destroying my achilles tendons by standing on my tip-toes for four hours to see over the heads of the selfish giants who couldn't possibly stand anywhere but the very front of any venue. But really, I love it. I figure I have a good 15 years ahead of me before I get too old to go to gigs without being sneered at by the younger and better-looking hipsters, so I'll have to make the most of that brief window before I start wearing ear plugs and buying seated section tickets.
Now I have ABSOLUTELY NO WORK AT ALL to do I'm going to spend my time much as I did before: reading endless amounts of Oscar Wilde and George Orwell. I watched "Wilde" yesterday when I was supposed to be finishing my self-portrait assignment (65 A3 self portraits, jesus christ, why would anyone be so cruel). It was perfect! It was obviously made by people who have studied and loved Oscar and his writing. There are anecdotes and quotes in there that only appeared in his letters (the Selected Letters of Oscar Wilde, by the way, is a glorious way to spend a few days) and it explored his choices and motivations quite sympathetically and perceptively. The movie was probably kinder to Bosie than I would have been, though I still wanted to punch Jude Law in his amazingly well-structured face. And I'm glad they devoted at least a little screentime to Constance; most people just gloss over her as a part of Oscar's life when she was such a kind, decent, loving wife. And Robbie Ross -- whoever played him was just got the wide-eyed boyish playfulness and sadness. Sometimes I think that Oscar was as selfish and cruel to Robbie as Bosie was to himself.
Okay, look, when I get started on Wilde I can't stop. Sorry. That is all. ttfn!
PS: I'm now a little bit in love with Kim from the Presets, as is the expected consequence of seeing anyone live, so I'm just throwing this out there - if anyone has his album "Miyage" plz plz can i has? kthx
The last ten weeks can be summarised as such:
- Too much coffee
- Not enough money
- Half-arsed attempts at all my design assignments the morning they're due
- A newfound appreciation of port, or "ultrawine" as Elisa and I have dubbed it in its sticky sweet deliciousness
So, as you can see, it's not been a very eventful few months. I saw the Presets a couple of days ago, that was pretty sweet. There's nothing I love more than spending a night sandwiched between sweaty bogans, getting people's hair extensions in my mouth and destroying my achilles tendons by standing on my tip-toes for four hours to see over the heads of the selfish giants who couldn't possibly stand anywhere but the very front of any venue. But really, I love it. I figure I have a good 15 years ahead of me before I get too old to go to gigs without being sneered at by the younger and better-looking hipsters, so I'll have to make the most of that brief window before I start wearing ear plugs and buying seated section tickets.
Now I have ABSOLUTELY NO WORK AT ALL to do I'm going to spend my time much as I did before: reading endless amounts of Oscar Wilde and George Orwell. I watched "Wilde" yesterday when I was supposed to be finishing my self-portrait assignment (65 A3 self portraits, jesus christ, why would anyone be so cruel). It was perfect! It was obviously made by people who have studied and loved Oscar and his writing. There are anecdotes and quotes in there that only appeared in his letters (the Selected Letters of Oscar Wilde, by the way, is a glorious way to spend a few days) and it explored his choices and motivations quite sympathetically and perceptively. The movie was probably kinder to Bosie than I would have been, though I still wanted to punch Jude Law in his amazingly well-structured face. And I'm glad they devoted at least a little screentime to Constance; most people just gloss over her as a part of Oscar's life when she was such a kind, decent, loving wife. And Robbie Ross -- whoever played him was just got the wide-eyed boyish playfulness and sadness. Sometimes I think that Oscar was as selfish and cruel to Robbie as Bosie was to himself.
Okay, look, when I get started on Wilde I can't stop. Sorry. That is all. ttfn!
PS: I'm now a little bit in love with Kim from the Presets, as is the expected consequence of seeing anyone live, so I'm just throwing this out there - if anyone has his album "Miyage" plz plz can i has? kthx