So today I finally taught an sf class - the first - leaving aside the masterclass - module on this since I took over Alien Worlds half way through my first year here, in 2004. The lecture got written last minute, I forgot to animate the slides and I did leave time to print it out. But I managed some definitional stuff and a history from 1895 to 1950. I'm hoping the deep structure to the course is there having ripped the 1950s out.
Meanwhile I know a trip to London this week end is off the cards, but a cheap day out might be in order. Despite the cold. Although I ought to stick around and watch a pile of DVDs, of which there have been about a dozen purchased this week (mostly 1970s sf). I need to see The Man Who Fell to Earth and both versions of Solaris soonest.
And I need to tidy. And discover the safe place I put The Wire season 3 in.
For most of this week I have been trying to draw up a weekly time table to alocate research and work time. But I haven't found the time.
Meanwhile, pop culture will eat itself. Martin Freeman battles for the pissing on my childhood George Lucas Award by (after the Hitch Hikers movie) apparently signing up to be Reginald Perrin. He is not Leonard Rossiter. Darren Aronovsky is apparent remaking RoboCop and Jackie Chan is talking about The Karate Kid. Next, Resevoir Dogs, no doubt.
And I frankly have no idea why I ordered Lou Anders's Projections. For the Moorcock appreciation of Leigh Brackett? Something to do with the adaptations volume? Oh, goody, no sodding index. WTF? Who knows.
Meanwhile I know a trip to London this week end is off the cards, but a cheap day out might be in order. Despite the cold. Although I ought to stick around and watch a pile of DVDs, of which there have been about a dozen purchased this week (mostly 1970s sf). I need to see The Man Who Fell to Earth and both versions of Solaris soonest.
And I need to tidy. And discover the safe place I put The Wire season 3 in.
For most of this week I have been trying to draw up a weekly time table to alocate research and work time. But I haven't found the time.
Meanwhile, pop culture will eat itself. Martin Freeman battles for the pissing on my childhood George Lucas Award by (after the Hitch Hikers movie) apparently signing up to be Reginald Perrin. He is not Leonard Rossiter. Darren Aronovsky is apparent remaking RoboCop and Jackie Chan is talking about The Karate Kid. Next, Resevoir Dogs, no doubt.
And I frankly have no idea why I ordered Lou Anders's Projections. For the Moorcock appreciation of Leigh Brackett? Something to do with the adaptations volume? Oh, goody, no sodding index. WTF? Who knows.
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