Where is your mobile phone? Dresser
Describe your boyfriend/girlfriend? Non-existent
Your hair? Up
Your mother? Chatty
Your father? Taciturn
Your favourite item? Diamond
Your dream last night? Disturbed
Your favourite drink? Margarita
Your dream car? BMW
The room you are in? Bed
Your ex? Divorced
Your fear? History
What do you want to be in 10 years? Married
Who did you hang out with last night? Ed-the-Illusrator
What you’re not? Asleep
The last thing you did? Gamed
What are you wearing? Nuffin
Your favourite book? Bridget
Last thing you ate? Chocolate
Your life? Short
Your mood? Determined
Your friends? Ace
What are you thinking about right now? History
Your car? Clean
What are you doing at the moment? Surfing
Your summer? Coming
Your relationship status? Rich
What is on your TV? Remotes
When is the last time you laughed? Today
Last time you cried? Forgotten
School? Progressing
Shamelessly filched from Ms Maca
Just Breathe
The next few weeks are going to be full on. College is nearly over and the degree begun nearly 2 years ago virtually completed… how fast did that go??? All that remains are to compile the data from my survey and mash it up with lots of lovely info about the music industry (and utter adoring love to Radiohead and Nine Inch Nails for sticking it to the record companies once and for all just this week – I’m sure they did it to help me with my research paper)… and top it all off with another 2,500 word essay about culture and art and stuff and I’m all done. A graduand… with a Bachelor of Theology… seriously. I’ll be the one you can come to when you need a sermon…. NOT.
Because the degree is offered through a theological university and because theological sorts aren’t always met with warmness and approval by bureaucratical sorts the whole Bachelor of Contemporary Arts they’re pulling for was knocked back at government accreditation level… so I’ll officially be a theologian until the new BCA degree gets its nod and we can deem our BThs in their stead.
Anyway… it’s a B and that’s v good. (assuming I pass).
In other news, I met with an illustrator this evening who’s going to do some sketching for my wee book. You never know what may come of that… exciting stuff.
And, what else?
Very little. Work is…
Sigh.
In utterly pointless other news, rhe cat is delightful and about to turn 1 year old. So help me, if it looks like I might be breaking out the party hats and candles for him get over here and sort me out… that’s getting close to crazy cat lady territory…
The All Slacks
I’m over it.
Rugby.
I give up, I think it’s time I supported some other sport… this business of being an All Blacks supporter is a joke. Every 4 years the ABs get hauled before us as the favourites for the tournament and every time they choke.
So, this weekend I’ve sat through losses for both the Australia, my adopted country, and NZ my native land.
They both suck.
I wonder what sort of form the Kazakhstani ping pong team have got. Maybe I’ll start getting excited about them instead. At least if they bugger it up they’ve probably got less distance to fall from the pedestal.
Don’t come looking for me, and if you’re Australian, don’t even say the All Blacks’ name in my company.
Seriously.
By ‘Eck Not By ‘Arf
I am bone deep hands down exhausted… and it’s all my own fault.
I wish I could report that I only had 2.5 hours sleep because I was having lots of lovely fun, (whatever form that may take) but instead I am a victim of my unwavering compulsion to push my deadlines to the last minute and my impossible need to shoot for the moon.
In this case the last minute has been all week this week and the shooting for the moon has been at the behest of one word in my assignment.
Artistic.
The assessment read as follows “Students will select one of the following writers, artists and/or performers and deliver a biographical presentation in artistic form in tutorial sessions.
Now… it was a long time before I ever felt confident calling myself creative (and even less so, artistic), in fact it took acceptance to performing arts school and a 3 year advanced diploma in performing arts before I actually began to believe it. And even in light of that I am a bit bemused by my flight of fancy which was the result of being assigned this task.
Given that I have lovely tools and an apparently creative bent, this week I took my first foray into iMovie. My subject was Aretha Franklin and as there are a whole plethora of resources online I was able to compile a whole lot of them, story board them and narrate them into my very own Aretha Franklin mini documentary. All 12:47 minutes of it… (and as Flick my old flatty is a film editor I now have the utmost respect for what she does… have you any idea what it takes to find enough content for a 12:47 video? Yeah… it’s a total nightmare)
Unfortunately, as the end result is of questionable ‘fair use’ and is basically a shameless abuse of any number of copyrights I’m reluctant to make it public… not to mention the fact that it’s too long for youtube… so I’m sorry, you’ll have to trust me that I did a good job.
A good job that resulted in less than 3 hours sleep.
Here’s the thing. Of the group of us who took their turn to deliver their assignment to the class today ,mine was the only presentation that actually answered the call for an artistic presentation… I don’t get it… we are presented with the perfect opportunity to do something really fun and total creativity of the other 4 presentations we listened extended either to a brief drawing or a video clip… or a recitation of a cleverly remembered discography.
I’m not meaning to be critical of my fellow classmates, I trust you’ll understand that I’m merely observing my own behaviour (particularly if you happen to be one of those fellow students)… my question is this, why can’t I settle for second best – a half done job? I know I didn’t extend myself much for my last two rush job assignments a couple of weeks back… (and I passed them both with a 60% and a 74% sheesh, imagine how I’d have gone if I really tried!). What made this assignment (one that’s actually only worth 30% of the total course) so different?
it’s all in that little word.
rtistic.
Guess that means I am a creative soul after all…