NB
Posted on | February 22, 2007 |
Given its lingering final questions - “where can I find you all? And where will I ever find the energy to keep fighting?” - I’m pleased to say that since my last post I have been a little overwhelmed by beautiful people revealing themselves, and this has been giving me plenty of momentum to keep working (the only problem now is my workers’ comp has run out and my arms still ache whenever I write for long, so I’ll be brief). And hey whaddya know, the Prime Minister and the Attorney General have even started talking about a guy called David Hicks. A lot can change in a month.
Clearly I have been channeling all usual efforts towards articulate profundity in directions other than this blog, so rather than banal catch-up banter, let me summarise some exciting information in bullet-point format - in honour of all the flag-waving young O-kids taking over the Great Court, soon to discover the mind-numbing aesthetics of Powerpoint. Did I mention how happy I am that I won’t be teaching for the next three years?
Since writing last, I have:
- stayed indoors a lot
- booked flights to Europe leaving in one week (!)
- finished corrections on a paper that will hopefully be published in a year or so (great when you’re writing about “new media”)
- been completely stressed about a fancy symposium I’m going to at LSE
- had The Affect Reader proposal accepted by Duke (!!!)
- almost finished another book proposal about online intimacy (see next 2 points)
- been quoted hilariously in The Courier Mail
- been interviewed from the hopefully non-cancerous ABC carpark about online dating
- watched most of Season 2 of Love My Way with incredulity; new episodes of The L Word without
- made brownies and other yummy things
- decided Yahoo is better than Gmail for nerdy girls with bad eyes who write too much
- started to appreciate how many hours there are in a day
Speaking of… back to the books…
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February 22nd, 2007 @ 9:01 pm
wow, congrats on the reader getting formally accepted. Duke’s a great vehicle for it! Up up and away for you by the sounds…must catch up sometime before then.
February 22nd, 2007 @ 10:15 pm
Bewdy! Congrats and enjoy yr trip.
February 23rd, 2007 @ 12:50 am
I have a particular wondering in relation to this post: why no incredulity at ‘The L Word’ cf. ‘Love My Way’? I have seen the first two seasons of TLW but have baulked at no. 3. If you get a mo’ I’d like to know more… because I feel kind of cynical about it, and maybe my perspective needs freshening up
February 23rd, 2007 @ 10:02 am
Oh, I need to clarify that real quick: incredulity at how GOOD Love My Way’s scriptwriting and characters are, compared to how hackneyed The L Word’s are. Stay cynical!!
February 23rd, 2007 @ 1:14 pm
Couldn’t agree more about season 2 of LMW, which I’ve also been catching up on in preparation for the start of season 3 next week (Woo!). Claudia Karvan can just do no wrong IMHO.
But I actually like the l word a lot more this season (Oh, I mean the 4th, not the 3rd) - because there’s more falling in love and more sex. Season 3 was just shithouse, pure and simple.
However, I tend to shut my eyes and ears and yell “la la la la” and writhe around in transferred shame and mortification when any of the following things appear:
1. the opening song (unless singing along, replacing the lyrics with “this is a bad song, we are such losers, but friends of the producers, oh please make it stop”)
2. entire scenes that advance the narrative not at all and seem designed only to highlight product placement (Our Chart, apple macs, whatever)
3. ditto, except replace product placement with lame political messages (”Gee, did you know that there are issues with gays in the military?” “Gosh, lesbians have a proud history of sporting achievement, don’t they!”)
4. Jenny, doing anything, at all.
Actually, shutting your eyes and yelling “la la la la” is a kind of resistant pleasure all on its own.
February 23rd, 2007 @ 6:17 pm
Am relieved by your quick clarification. Will stay cynical, but sounds like the “more sex” aspect of the most recent series warrants some ‘participatory’ objectification.