for Buk: I had a cider on Sunday afternoon watching the Arsenal-Chelsea match -- Norf Lann'en derby -- which Chelsea won two-nil. Oh dear.
I feel like a fish that's been let back into it's rightful tank, just flexing my gills and swimming about. Met with the master admissions tutor for the "Cities, Culture and Change" MA at Kings College London. He was really interesting and dear and the program sounds fantastic, lots of possibilities for networking and traineeships. Am I ready to be that responsible though?
I've been taking buses everywhere and riding on top wherever possible, and I met my old workmate Alan for lunch in Covent Garden, and then went for a wee shop along the Kings Road (nothing for me though, everything for others -- Ben I got ya Muji gel pens, and how!)
And it doesn't help that I've fallen for a man named after the primary character in "Where the Wild Things Are." I've known him since I was living here in 03 but things have shifted between us and ... and I am working on not getting ahead of myself. He always has been and continues to be absolutely lovely.
Tomorrow a big run all around and then the Young Vic Christmas show (The Adventures of Tintin -- I canNOT wait) with Daniel and Beverley, and then a few drinkies, and then I'm off in the morning. Sniff, sniff. I feel less hopeless, though, less like it's going to be ages before I get back. We shall see.
I feel like a fish that's been let back into it's rightful tank, just flexing my gills and swimming about. Met with the master admissions tutor for the "Cities, Culture and Change" MA at Kings College London. He was really interesting and dear and the program sounds fantastic, lots of possibilities for networking and traineeships. Am I ready to be that responsible though?
I've been taking buses everywhere and riding on top wherever possible, and I met my old workmate Alan for lunch in Covent Garden, and then went for a wee shop along the Kings Road (nothing for me though, everything for others -- Ben I got ya Muji gel pens, and how!)
And it doesn't help that I've fallen for a man named after the primary character in "Where the Wild Things Are." I've known him since I was living here in 03 but things have shifted between us and ... and I am working on not getting ahead of myself. He always has been and continues to be absolutely lovely.
Tomorrow a big run all around and then the Young Vic Christmas show (The Adventures of Tintin -- I canNOT wait) with Daniel and Beverley, and then a few drinkies, and then I'm off in the morning. Sniff, sniff. I feel less hopeless, though, less like it's going to be ages before I get back. We shall see.
posted by Hannah at 3:00 PM
4 Comments:
Oh I'm glad to live - and to drink - vicariously through you! Now have one for the vicor, mate. (I envy your meetngreet - of sorts - with tintin)
I'm glad you've had such a fantastic time. Can't wait to see you tomorrow! Have a safe flight.
SA
For your the Tintin fan in you:
FT WEEKEND MAGAZINE - Book Reviews
In brief - Tintin and the Secret of Literature.
By NATALIE WHITTLE
255 words
19 August 2006
Financial Times
Surveys MAG
Page 33
English
(c) 2006 The Financial Times Limited. All rights reserved
Tintin and the Secret of Literature by Tom McCarthy Granta Pounds 14.99, 240 pages
The Tintin oeuvre has long been beset by two questions. First, did Herge's acceptance of the Nazi occupation in Belgium make him a callous, anti-semitic collaborator? And second, does his quiffed hero have a sex life?
Tom McCarthy addresses both issues in this entertaining literary exercise, picking off the cartoon's outer layers to find a feast of metatextual analysis underneath. He dismisses the idea that Herge should be read as a great novelist. But Tintin and the Secret of Literature is at pains to prove that the superstar cartoonist could turn literary tricks with a style equal to any serious writer: byzantine plots, nuanced humour and orgiastic quantities of double meaning.
Sometimes McCarthy takes a cheeky delight in his conclusions.
In one chapter, "Castafiore's Clit", for example, he points out that the soprano's priceless emerald may have a surprising allegorical twin. "Herge, like all good Catholic boys, has a filthy mind," McCarthy writes.
For his literary quest McCarthy has also packed a generous supply of intellectual influences: Bataille, Derrida, Balzac. But McCarthy's real hero is Roland Barthes. There is an occasional flicker of smugness at being able to pull off such a showy project, but this is a man who knows his "great snakes" from his "blistering barnacles". It's very hard not to be impressed.
This is very interesting site... »
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