faustus: (Angry)
( Sep. 13th, 2009 02:36 pm)
The King's Mile is a stretch of the city that begins at the High Street - although it might not be called the High Street at that point - moves on past two parts of Debenhams and the site of the first film screening in the city, crosses and incorporates Sun Street and then shoots down to the King's School. I suspect about a third of it is cathedral owned, and aside from Debenhams and a Costa, little of it is chain - there's a couple of pubs, variable numbers of charity shops, a couple of hairdressers, jewellers and beads, coffee shops, a variety of cafes and restaurants, a leather shop, a miltary surplus place, a train ticket seller, short-lived boutiques, a sweet shop, and a couple of card shops.

Given the gravitational pull that is the ambiguous utopia of Whitefriars, there is a low footfall for the streets, and it's niche and cult. I rarely venture down there in daylight hours, save from the university end if I want to take in the Shelter charity shop.

A couple of years ago, then, the council branded the area as The King's Mile, and experimented with making it into a temporary pedestrianised zone. Actually all of the city is a temporary pedestrianised zone. On my first visit I found myself walking down the middle of roads on which there could be traffic. Frankly, there wasn't much traffic on this road; notionally it's within the walls, and it's a maze of streets you really don't want to navigate. Temporary pedestrianisation increased this - and I often watched drivers moved the pedestrian zone signs out the way so that they could drive on by. It was more dangerous. Then the council buggered around with the kerbs, the gas pipes were relaid and there was a year of chaos. Now it's a road, with some street furniture, but branded.

The cathedral still charge heavy rates, I'm told. The millions have not flocked in.

One development was a monthly crafts market - a huge amount of, I believe the the term is, hippy shit, which encourages shoppers, who would then also use the shops. This increased to twice monthly and then was reduced back to one, as the shopkeepers claim it loses them trade. Aha.

Meanwhile, at the far end of the High Street - St George's ... Street - a market is held on Wednesday and Fridays. There's meat, and often bread, and frankly a lot of tat, but it is always busy so someone's buying.

The chain shops felt it was not in keeping with the area, and want it moved, apparently onto the car park known as Wednesday Market, which is nicely out the way of any shoppers. To some degree it is out of keeping with the area - but then selling cattle there is probably no longer appropriate, and the precise spot is now covered with five lanes of traffic.

It has been proposed to move the market from the King's Mile to the [eta: George St, which is the far end of] High Street. Where presumably it will be equally in the way of Marks and Spensers and WH Smug, and will fail attract tourists to the King's Mile.

 P> P> P> Meanwhile locals are beginning to feel about tourists what they feel about students. How dare they spend money in our shops and cafes?
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An update on the former gay-friendly pub - Bar 11 - which has rebranded itself as Scottish - the Jaggy Thistle - presumably in an attempt to woo the Argyllshire squaddies into its premises (presumably to some delight and intriguing cultural mixing): there is now a rainbow flag next to the pub's name board. Maybe it's still friendly after all - or they've found this colourful flag which it seems a waste not to use.

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Originally posted 9.37pm, 27 December: Today I have been listing (if not sinking). Really I should be expanding one lecture on structuralism into two - although the one is really two already as it imploded under its own weight. Somehow I have to end up with The Truman Show because I thought it would be neat to show that the following week.

Tomorrow I can look for pictures. I've time to do that. But producing material was atoday-only deal.

I have vacuumed the stairs. The bottles are in the bottle banks.

I have a feeling there is a very neat link. Truman Show. Structuralism. I usually twiddle with pictures for my slides, and suddenly the slides at the start pay off with the ones at the end. The Scream ends up with American Gothic. Like I planned it. Sometimes I did. Sometimes I do it consciously.

Sometimes there is no link.

I have now decided that I can show a 23 minute clip to demonstrate the syntagmatic dimension of the sign. That's a third of a lecture. If I show the other version of it that's a second third. Even without it, I think I have enough to make two lectures now. Steal Umberto Eco on James Bond. The Levi-Strauss Raw Food Cookery Book. Sixguns and Sixpacks. Now to make sure the clip takes us to the end of the first hour. The niceties of timing a two hour session.

I read once that the index-icon-symbol triadic sign of Peirce is one triad of several. It's the “triadic relation of performance”. We ignore the others. And they can overlap. If you see a dicent-symbol-legisign, run.

Prevarication's all you need.

Let's demonstrate a repeated social ritual:

status quo: writing lecture
chaos: going down the pub
new status quo: writing end of lecture

It's my unconscious that made me do it.

Edit 3.15am: Finished words now. Have run a mile from the Barthes/Myth stuff, but they've had that on another module. The long clip comes at slide 19 of 33 - short of going really fast that's not halfway. I wonder if I can skip their break? H'mmm. Okay, grab five hours sleep if I may (I was staring at the ceiling at this time yesterday) then an hour adding more pictures, then trimming the key words away to leave a shell to note take to.

Oooh, we have no quotations in this lecture.

So it goes.
Friday turned into another non-day, just about waking up for an impromptu pub crawl in the evening; N took it easy, as he had work the next day, I matched him and hopefully would be able to get revisions on an article and essay marking done on Saturday. Well, I marked 13 essays.

I wasn't sure about going out on the Saturday - I don't feel comfortable in big groups of drinkers, and well, there's sometimes a culture clash or a generation gap (I'm 9 years older than the next oldest person last night, 16 years older than another of them). I figured I'd go along for a couple and bail before the club.

Half successful.

I was in the Doves an hour earlier than then others, although I'd been told 7.30, and had a few before we went onto the Old City Inn, which we'd been in the night before. As it was raining, we took a taxi down to Casey's, which was packed. Ha Has for an expensive and sweet pint. And then round the corner to the Beer Cart Arms, which I think is the only pub within the walls I've not been in before. There was a charge to get in, but only a quid. I was briefly left behind, whilst I finished a second pint, and ran into the guys at The Old Brewery.

At least I kept off shots. I txted someone as follows:

Small have x
managed after
have
afterwhatever
mate etc

Nope, I don't, either. I can't even work out what it was trying to predict. I'm hoping it didn't send, as I kept getting error messages.

I woke at about 8.30, and didn't really sleep again, and managed a little work before 12, and have done those revisions. Now to plough through the rest of the marking. Sigh.
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