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So today I pored/pawed/poured over two chapters of the edited collection - which keeps me on schedule - but got a little weighed down over how to reference a book which was rewritten and given a new title. Fortunately the quoted edition uses the original title - though I'm not clear if it contains the revised text. I'd hoped to do a couple more, and I think I'll do one. I had to break off to rewrite Monday's lecture, which was mainly tidying layout and correcting a tyop.
Tonight I sped-read through Film Studies in search of things that need updating or correcting. I spotted relatively few mistakes, but slipped in a few snide remarks. What's telling is that the pretty young stars of two or three years ago are tarnished now. Who is this year's Ryan Gosling? Frankly, the book needs major open heart surgery. The examples that each chapter focus on are all from the 1990s or maybe earlier - Reservoir Dogs, Fight Club, Seven, The Usual Suspects. These are films that the kids will see as old now. If only there were time - but not this time.
I heard about a third of Broadcasting House this morning - the doorbell went at 2.30am as I tried to finish reading Dry Bones that Dream, and there was a small chance that it might be one of a couple of mates (but they'd ring unless they'd lost their phone) and a taxi was parked outside. Either the wrong doorbell was rung or I'm on someone else's frequency. I shall ring mine to piss them off. My light went out at 3.00, the alarm first went on at 7.50, so five, maybe six hours of interrupted sleep. I listened to The Archers omnibus in the kitchen, to ensure I was awake, and made Cream of Jerusalem Artichoke soup, although with milk not cream. Nice, even if I suspect the JAs were past their best.
I also managed to finish off season four of Curb Your Enthusiasm (a flourishing finish with Larry David and David Schwimmer performing The Producers, with various cameos) and watch Saturday's E.R..
No pub today, last night - and Friday I was on orange and soda. I better go tomorrow but I must:
1) write Tuesday's lecture
2) rewrite somecourse module outlines
3) book a hotel in Leicester
4) write a paper for Saturday by Wednesday night
5) sort out insurance.
Tonight I sped-read through Film Studies in search of things that need updating or correcting. I spotted relatively few mistakes, but slipped in a few snide remarks. What's telling is that the pretty young stars of two or three years ago are tarnished now. Who is this year's Ryan Gosling? Frankly, the book needs major open heart surgery. The examples that each chapter focus on are all from the 1990s or maybe earlier - Reservoir Dogs, Fight Club, Seven, The Usual Suspects. These are films that the kids will see as old now. If only there were time - but not this time.
I heard about a third of Broadcasting House this morning - the doorbell went at 2.30am as I tried to finish reading Dry Bones that Dream, and there was a small chance that it might be one of a couple of mates (but they'd ring unless they'd lost their phone) and a taxi was parked outside. Either the wrong doorbell was rung or I'm on someone else's frequency. I shall ring mine to piss them off. My light went out at 3.00, the alarm first went on at 7.50, so five, maybe six hours of interrupted sleep. I listened to The Archers omnibus in the kitchen, to ensure I was awake, and made Cream of Jerusalem Artichoke soup, although with milk not cream. Nice, even if I suspect the JAs were past their best.
I also managed to finish off season four of Curb Your Enthusiasm (a flourishing finish with Larry David and David Schwimmer performing The Producers, with various cameos) and watch Saturday's E.R..
No pub today, last night - and Friday I was on orange and soda. I better go tomorrow but I must:
1) write Tuesday's lecture
2) rewrite some
3) book a hotel in Leicester
4) write a paper for Saturday by Wednesday night
5) sort out insurance.
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