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The Museum of Everything is wonderfully unabstracted and personable. And, until next week, home to hojillions of carnival paraphernalia and several whimsically disturbing / disturbingly whimsical pieces in Victorian taxidermist Walter Potter's oeuvre. Dunno when the next exhibition opens, but since I didn't make the dancing-lizard-arm intern cut, I am hoping I can at least volunteer for the MoE.
Had a paid volunteer thingy fall by the wayside during last month's lifesplosions. I sent e-mail pokes to the community center today, and hope they'll give me some love back, as they were very amicable and enthused when I went to an application / chat session in December. Still modeling for the art class for pocket munnies, and still trawling the arts registries for additional work prospects. The most likely ones seem to fall back on teaching, which is more transferable to the arts sector than staffing a pub or god forbid dialing for dollars again, but not exactly what I'd hoped for post-JET. Baby steps, I guess. From what almost everyone whose experience I trust has said, most primary routes into art'n'things work are unpaid, the rest dumb luck.
Got a week to write up a dissertation abstract for my programme director [who promised to "put pressure on" Super Awesome Law Prof to be my supervisor, numbers be damned (>w<) I heart programme director for being my Jewish granmama], two weeks for public-policy class assignment 1, about three for anthropology essay 2, and then it's a month of mayhem, dissertation power-sessions, and birthdays starting off with two tickets to see Janelle Monáe live ~/o/
Aaaaand tomorrow I get to go in early to finish a presentation for our outgoing oh-so-fab French lecturer, and sit through The Most Awkward Seminar Ever by new-lecturer on the film all my classmates and I loathed for sucking away 85 irreplaceable minutes of our lives and pretending it meant something Deep And Meaningful (>__o) We are all dreadfully certain that professor R really likes this director, and we are gonna have to simmer down the collective vitriol. I am not enthused over this, and consequently failing at getting anything done tonight except swiftly demolishing the fudge bricks me & the boycreature bought in a tucked-away market stall at lunchtime. My brain is getting clear signals that the fudge-to-everything-else blood ratio is way too high, and yet it still wants to try the mint swirl tonight.
Life is zipping along, and, for the most part, good. I've not been in Londinium five months yet, but it feels closer to a year.
Had a paid volunteer thingy fall by the wayside during last month's lifesplosions. I sent e-mail pokes to the community center today, and hope they'll give me some love back, as they were very amicable and enthused when I went to an application / chat session in December. Still modeling for the art class for pocket munnies, and still trawling the arts registries for additional work prospects. The most likely ones seem to fall back on teaching, which is more transferable to the arts sector than staffing a pub or god forbid dialing for dollars again, but not exactly what I'd hoped for post-JET. Baby steps, I guess. From what almost everyone whose experience I trust has said, most primary routes into art'n'things work are unpaid, the rest dumb luck.
Got a week to write up a dissertation abstract for my programme director [who promised to "put pressure on" Super Awesome Law Prof to be my supervisor, numbers be damned (>w<) I heart programme director for being my Jewish granmama], two weeks for public-policy class assignment 1, about three for anthropology essay 2, and then it's a month of mayhem, dissertation power-sessions, and birthdays starting off with two tickets to see Janelle Monáe live ~/o/
Aaaaand tomorrow I get to go in early to finish a presentation for our outgoing oh-so-fab French lecturer, and sit through The Most Awkward Seminar Ever by new-lecturer on the film all my classmates and I loathed for sucking away 85 irreplaceable minutes of our lives and pretending it meant something Deep And Meaningful (>__o) We are all dreadfully certain that professor R really likes this director, and we are gonna have to simmer down the collective vitriol. I am not enthused over this, and consequently failing at getting anything done tonight except swiftly demolishing the fudge bricks me & the boycreature bought in a tucked-away market stall at lunchtime. My brain is getting clear signals that the fudge-to-everything-else blood ratio is way too high, and yet it still wants to try the mint swirl tonight.
Life is zipping along, and, for the most part, good. I've not been in Londinium five months yet, but it feels closer to a year.