Friday, September 24, 2004
 

Please. Make. It. Stop

THREE HOURS of pre-Birth of a Nation D.W. Griffith silent films last night. Unbelievably painful. If there hadn't been others there, I would have flipped. I joined JM in the back row and heckled-- as did everyone else. It was truly shameful: eating, getting up to go buy cigarettes, reading other articles, talking, etc., etc. Three hours of (supposedly) viewing and Contemplating Films turned into a three-hour talk-a-thon. Riveting as classics such as Those Awful Hats and Enoch Arden (parts one and two are, passing around candy and jabbering inanely were a lot more entertaining.

We'd all also been at a very bad talk, the thesis of which I can sum up for you here: People don't like to get sewage on them. Noise is annoying.

Yes, I'm in the department of English. Not that you'd know it.

And I had to tape CSI and Without a Trace. Sigh. Insomnia, however, made it possible to watch them both last night after I got in at 10-something.

That about wraps up today (and it's only 2:30). There's a PhD party for K tomorrow night, so at least that's something to look forward to.

Now . . . papers (cue ominous music)

Reading: student rough drafts (uggggh)
Listening: Lucinda Williams
Current Obsession:
Alice: is going spastic because there are BIRDS outside!!!

Elvisette philosophized at 2:22 PM