Back from the Lake District, which I recommend to anyone who values that outdoor world. We saw Langdale, Ambleside, Windemere and a lot of other places which were never Christened.
During our stay, I saw the project for my third year: character acting - the new art architypes. I see six trays of ten-minutes documentaries, authentic yet exaggerated, a balance of scrutiny and celebration. I will be mocking my own pretensions and ridiculous personal dramas as much as I will be copying the styles of the PoMo stars [on a budget]. I see it as reverse marketing. I want it to be funny and truthful. I want it to be as professional as possible considering the technological limits that undergraduates suffer. Because we're too scared/cowardly/lacking in ambition and direction to demand the proper stuff. And the fines are, like, two years of loan.
Beyond? Tonight's event is brthdyprty, tomorrow is prbbly hngvr. My tutor Jane has given me a lot of advice about my dissertation and I feel a lot calmer as a result. I bought my own copy of Wanderlust: A History Of Walking and now nothing can stop the magic escaping my dosy, Mac version of Microsoft Word.
Bosh!
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