current mood:
enraged
music: The Decemberists, "The Legionnaire's Lament"
Thursday, April 1, 2004
HATE paper. Shannon SMASH.
current mood: enraged
music: The Decemberists, "The Legionnaire's Lament"
current mood:
enraged
music: The Decemberists, "The Legionnaire's Lament"
Wednesday, March 31, 2004
I went to the Clay concert in San Diego tonight. He wore a fedora. Yea verily, this was pleasing to mine eyes.
I think I'm finally getting over my cold. Man, that sucked a lot much.
current mood:
pleased
music: Air, "Playground Love"
I think I'm finally getting over my cold. Man, that sucked a lot much.
current mood:
pleased
music: Air, "Playground Love"
Monday, March 29, 2004
I don't want to work on my paper. Unlike many papers I have written here at USC, it's about something I actually know about (10.2 channel surround sound), as opposed to something I have to BS about. Still, I just don't want to write it. I think I have reached critical mass with regards to paper writing. I simply cannot write anymore.
Which makes me miss the films classes of the past few semesters. Even though the workload was so much more intense, it was something tangible, something real. A paper is this abstract thing, a way to try to express your knowledge of whatever it is you are learning about, and yet in the end more often than not you are graded on the actual paper-writing as opposed to the knowledge. Whereas in film classes, you're making a film. In order to show you learned cinematographic techniques, you go out over the course of seven weeks and shoot on 16mm black-and-white. In order to show you learned sound, you sit down on Pro Tools and edit together a soundtrack. In order to show you learned story structure and character development, you get on the computer and write a screenplay. And these things are real. To me, a paper isn't real; it's an exercise, and I'm really tired of the exercise.
Also, I'm lazy (see below), and I want to play Civilization and watch movies and play around on Photoshop and sleep.
current mood:
lazy
music: Jeff Buckley, "Hallelujah"
Which makes me miss the films classes of the past few semesters. Even though the workload was so much more intense, it was something tangible, something real. A paper is this abstract thing, a way to try to express your knowledge of whatever it is you are learning about, and yet in the end more often than not you are graded on the actual paper-writing as opposed to the knowledge. Whereas in film classes, you're making a film. In order to show you learned cinematographic techniques, you go out over the course of seven weeks and shoot on 16mm black-and-white. In order to show you learned sound, you sit down on Pro Tools and edit together a soundtrack. In order to show you learned story structure and character development, you get on the computer and write a screenplay. And these things are real. To me, a paper isn't real; it's an exercise, and I'm really tired of the exercise.
Also, I'm lazy (see below), and I want to play Civilization and watch movies and play around on Photoshop and sleep.
current mood:
lazy
music: Jeff Buckley, "Hallelujah"
I have saved the post that was here. It has not disappeared into the ether, so if you want the text, Chris, let me know. I just decided that it didn't need to be publicly posted anymore. But I'm not pretending I didn't write it, okay?
New icons up at foooooz. As I was telling Caroline earlier, I'm so glad I've found another obsessive interest to whittle away at my time.
Yay me?
A lot of the time at work, I don't do much, and I occasionally feel weird about getting paid to sit around, do homework and watch movies. But every now and then, like tonight, I actually help someone, and I feel all validated and useful and then, subsequently, warm and fuzzy. In my insides. It's just nice to actually be able to use what meager knowledge I've gained here for some actual purpose, every now and then.
current mood:
thirsty
music: Billy Boyd, "Oh Jean"
Yay me?
A lot of the time at work, I don't do much, and I occasionally feel weird about getting paid to sit around, do homework and watch movies. But every now and then, like tonight, I actually help someone, and I feel all validated and useful and then, subsequently, warm and fuzzy. In my insides. It's just nice to actually be able to use what meager knowledge I've gained here for some actual purpose, every now and then.
current mood:
thirsty
music: Billy Boyd, "Oh Jean"