The first semester of 2017 started last Monday, so I’m getting back into the swing of study + life in general. My first impression of the new course is that there are a couple of rather impressive lecturers and tutors, and things seem reasonably well-organised and interesting enough. Horror of horrors, though, one of the first assessments is a TEAM task! We have to choose one of six topics, divide ourselves into groups of 4-5 people, and work TOGETHER on a project. This is my idea of total hell, but I guess I’ll have to deal with it. It would be good if I could slap an INTJ sticker on my forehead, so that the extraverts and chatterers could just avoid me and save us both the trouble.
For a bit of light relief, I’ve started reading Danielewski’s The Familiar. I’ve been buying each volume as soon as it was released, and I started reading volume one a while ago but got distracted. I started re-reading it from the beginning and I’m really liking it so far. I’m being driven slightly crazy by trying to figure out what the marks in the centre margins represent – a timeline, a code, an image? At this stage, I think that maybe it’s some sort of timeline or songline, but who knows. Perhaps I’ll have to wait for volume 26 for all to be revealed!
Things in the USA seem to be lurching towards *something*, but who knows what? This level of dysfunction and craziness can’t be allowed to continue, can it? I still can’t believe that anyone voted for Trump. He just seems so unhinged, and his enablers, manipulators and minions are terrifying. I hope that the US constitution is robust enough to thwart them, if not haul them into line before too long.
I don’t know how often I’ll get around to blogging in the coming weeks and months. I have a lot of course related reading to do, and essays to write, which will take up most of my free time. And then there’s the thesis lurking in the background, but I’m not thinking about that yet. Sometimes, I wonder why I do this to myself, when I could be reading for pleasure and napping instead. I guess it’s got a lot to do with proving to myself that I can. The thought that “young me” would one day be doing this is so outlandish, and sometimes I wonder how I got here at all. This is not the life I was meant to have, and that is exactly my point. We don’t have to live the script written for us by our parents and our society, and I guess I’m still proving that to myself.0