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May. 12th, 2005 11:26 amSo, my paper is done. Some of it was good, some of it was bad. The other postgrads I spoke to afterwards all said they enjoyed it, and I must believe them. I got a couple of questions which made me go, "Pluh?": one from our resident Marxist (all I know of Marxism comes from Animal Farm); one from Leon (yeah, thanks for that. Thanks also for not having my chapter read that I sent you *thinks* a fortnight ago. Bitch); aaand one from someone who I don't remember very clearly, all I know is that they were awkward. Leon passed me a few notes on how he reckoned I'd done and said I need to stop admitting that I haven't done stuff or don't know about that angle. Screw you. There's only so far you can spin an answer to a question you don't know about.
But as Mum said to me later, he's trying to mould me for academia, and I'm not going into academia, so he can piss away off.
There was one question I was very happy to answer. A postgrad asked me where I got the idea to base my stuff on Bakhtin. (Consider the fact that all the people who were on my differentiation panel were in the room.) "Well," I said, "I had an earlier version of this chapter at differentiation, which Brian and Leon and Caroline saw, and at that stage it didn't have any Bakhtin in it. And I was basically told to go away and get some theory." BIG sympathetic laugh from the room. Hah. I feel vindicated. :) Though Ashley later got all upset for me about this, cos she thought it was a crass question. I didn't care. It was my chance to tell them, even if in a blunted, ironic tone, how much the differentiation upset me.
There's a box of scrapped paper next to me, and the page facing me is all about woolly mammoths. Apparently they had a flap of woolly skin over their anus to conserve heat.
Just thought I'd remark on that.
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I rented Phantom of the Opera last night because I figured, what better way to forget about horrible academic papers than to watch a Grand Guignol-esque Andrew Lloyd Webber musical about masked homicidal maniacs :D I had intended to see it in the cinema but didn't get around to it, and have been waiting impatiently for it to come out on DVD since seeing the stage show in London.
( Phantom of the Opera: stage versus screen. Warning: very very long, with footnotes(!) and lots of spoilers for both )
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In summary, the movie has good points (Miranda Richardson as Madame Giry, some well-done scenes and clearer exposition) but is largely disappointing. I hope that someone else can try to make another (better) version because I believe that Phantom belongs on the big screen. Meanwhile, I want to see the stage show again. It too has its disappointments, but its triumphs more than make up for it.
[Edit]: And is it my imagination, or does the Phantom, having been dark-haired all through the movie, start turning blond when his mask gets ripped off that last time?
But as Mum said to me later, he's trying to mould me for academia, and I'm not going into academia, so he can piss away off.
There was one question I was very happy to answer. A postgrad asked me where I got the idea to base my stuff on Bakhtin. (Consider the fact that all the people who were on my differentiation panel were in the room.) "Well," I said, "I had an earlier version of this chapter at differentiation, which Brian and Leon and Caroline saw, and at that stage it didn't have any Bakhtin in it. And I was basically told to go away and get some theory." BIG sympathetic laugh from the room. Hah. I feel vindicated. :) Though Ashley later got all upset for me about this, cos she thought it was a crass question. I didn't care. It was my chance to tell them, even if in a blunted, ironic tone, how much the differentiation upset me.
There's a box of scrapped paper next to me, and the page facing me is all about woolly mammoths. Apparently they had a flap of woolly skin over their anus to conserve heat.
Just thought I'd remark on that.
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I rented Phantom of the Opera last night because I figured, what better way to forget about horrible academic papers than to watch a Grand Guignol-esque Andrew Lloyd Webber musical about masked homicidal maniacs :D I had intended to see it in the cinema but didn't get around to it, and have been waiting impatiently for it to come out on DVD since seeing the stage show in London.
( Phantom of the Opera: stage versus screen. Warning: very very long, with footnotes(!) and lots of spoilers for both )
---
In summary, the movie has good points (Miranda Richardson as Madame Giry, some well-done scenes and clearer exposition) but is largely disappointing. I hope that someone else can try to make another (better) version because I believe that Phantom belongs on the big screen. Meanwhile, I want to see the stage show again. It too has its disappointments, but its triumphs more than make up for it.
[Edit]: And is it my imagination, or does the Phantom, having been dark-haired all through the movie, start turning blond when his mask gets ripped off that last time?
