Room F140

Last night, I dreamt that I was in a massive Halls of Learning, that was based on the Plymouth University layout, but in fact was elsewhere. I was in the art block, where the walls were dark green and had green foam triangles sticking out it. I stared down the stairway that was very reminiscent of the staircase in film 'Vertigo,' except that instead of spiraling down, it was arranged as a series of boxes. It reminded me of the Kenwyn building at Truro College and I was at the foot of the stairs, sitting cross-legged like the teenagers do.

I was in a group of other students, when suddenly (in a panic), I realsed I had forgotten to hand in some crucial work to my main lecturer. I left all my worldly goods behind - a bag with a laptop in it, my new Kindle and my SmartPhone. I ran into the Fal Building to submit the work, only to find that Room F140 had disappeared. I was told that it had been "taken away" from me as I "didn't want it enough." I had an argument with whoever was in charge and suddenly, the room reinstated itself. In the furore of submitting the work on time, I had forgotten about my possessions left in this 'art block.' I knew by now that all of the students guarding it, would have just left it there and had gone home. I ran back to the block, fearing the worst, that I had left two grands worth of media equipment up for grabs. I thought that I was doomed, only to find it was still there - all intacta, present and correct.

What I found interesting, is that I was not the age that I am now - I was about 16 and dressed in hipster clothes of today's teen generation i.e. lots of greyscale knitted granny wear, black tights, white gymshoes and a knitted beenie hat. The laptop case was monochrome too, a raggy bag with Indian print on it.

I'm recalling it, because it left such an imprint on my psyche, I found myself pondering on it during today. I think it came up because the postmodern assignment was a bloody nightmare to do and I was worried that if I spent anymore time on it, it would eat into my time for the creative writing portfolio and mess up my swansong mini diss. Suffice to say that even though I procratinated a bit, I did concentrate more. That and I realised just how much I will miss Truro College in a way that I didn't with my previous college, Penwith. Especially Room F140 and the great lecturers I have had.

Divinely Darrow ;-)

I pinch this off of Dreamwidth 'Fanfic' page. I never realised that Paul Darrow played Sam Vimes at all. I posted the pic to the Pratchett forum on FB, querying the production and found out that it was a theatre version.  I think Darrow would have been better cast as Lord Vetinari (played by Jeremy Irons/Charles Dance.  I think Darrow already coins that genre very chillingly).  Someone else suggested Ken Stott as Vimes, which would be closer to the plot, me thinks.

At some point, I am going to have to find a fanfic Pratchett forum on LJ!!!!

Sheila

I woke up with this 'earworm,' probably because of the tight lyrics - it also makes me remember the late, brilliant Bob Hoskins.

PoMo Deadline - Midnight Tonight

Regardless of the state it is in, I will be having advice from my main lecturer tomorrow. It's mostly done, but really I will have to proofread and restructure it, so I won't spend my time with her cringing over my meagre efforts.  It has gone from PoMo to Marxist via Post Colonial theory, so it has gone on a bit of a 'Lit Crit' walkabout.  The thing is, how can I write about literature and communication without ranting about who controls information and their dumbing down of the human race en route to the bank.

On the plus side, P2 is enjoying himself on Scilly and has ordered me a pair of Converses in navy blue, to spur me to lose weight. I guess I will be back on a diet pretty shortly

:-)

22:48
Word count: 2,233. I have done as much as I can before taking advice. Right now, I am REALLY done with Postmodernism.  I am hoping that I don't have to totally go back to the drawing board, but at least the structure is there (how very Un-PoMo is that?).