Procrastination over.

TMA07 has gone.

Now it's sent, I shall stop thinking about it. (Or so the theory goes... I've just had to make sure of a word definition. Luckily, I was correct in my usage. Phew!)

Hovering on the submit button...

(Image 'Myo - Illumination, Enlightenment' from www.theartofcalligraphy.com)

So, I am done. I am (though not exactly) happy with the essay. I just can't find the courage to hit 'Send'. I don't want my confidence dashed again before taking on the last two assignments. Hmph.

Speaking of the last two... I've got to get motivated to start some revision for TMA09. I really want that done by next weekend, just so I can concentrate fully on TMA08. I am hoping to have the course done and dusted by the submission date for TMA08. That way I can get started with some of the reading for A215. I don't know if I'm looking forward to, or actually quite daunted by, the prospect of starting the writing course. But I'm signed up to it now, so I will strive to do my best.

I might take a day out to have a go at Japanese calligraphy. My cousin got a set of brushes and an inkpad, so I've bought a book in order to have a go at it. I didn't want a pressie to go to waste! And besides, it might get me started on learning Japanese again. It's been such a long time since I've done any study for Japanese, but I'd like to get back to it at some point. Which reminds me, I'll have to get around to reading the Haruki Murakami books I bought a while back.

Dum de dum...

Why do I crucify myself?

Wow! It's been so long since I've listened to Tori Amos, let alone the album Little Earthquakes. I'd forgotten how good it was. I'd forgotten all the memories that comes with it too. Wow! All I can think of now is the start of a poem that I began years ago, that might now need looking at and rewriting because I really liked the first two lines:

Orcs and elves and Tori Amos
Let's not talk now about my demons

Yep, I still like those lines. Reading them back now, though, and remembering back to the time I wrote them, it's almost like I lay myself on a slab to be dissected. Eek! I'm sure there was another line in there somewhere that went something like:

Pysychology, Endocrinology
I'll know you inside out.

Slightly sinister, me thinks!

Hold on... just listening to Silent All These Years... Fantastic! That song still takes my breath away.



So, today is another day of combing the essay. I did a little yesterday, ended up more or less rewriting the conclusion, just to include why the two pieces are still relevant today, taking into account the masculine/feminine attributes and comparing them to modern day cultures. Hmmm, I hope it sounds okay. I've just got to make the rest read fluidly now. Maybe I should put some more references in. Not line references, I have enough of those, but references as to where I got the info for the rest of it. Wish I wouldn't panic so much!

Is that the fat lady I hear?

(Pic from www.edward-norton.org/)

No, the pic is not a representation of how I feel, though it is more than likey what my brain looks like after writing that essay. That said, I have finished. Done, done, done. 1537 words of pure, unadulterated rubbish. After a full day of working, many long words thrown in to make me sound intelligent, words like dichotomy and socio-verbal. Words I would never use in everyday life. God, I'd probably sound like Edward Norton (have you ever listened to his commentary or what ever the extra is on Fight Club?)! But it is done. I am just hesitant to send the damn thing off now. I'll leave that until tomorrow, I think. Give my brain a rest and a give the spawn of the devil essay a final read through tomorrow.

I think I should go and spend some time with Principessa now. Poor thing. I've almost completely ignored her today just so I could get this essay out of the way. At least she has me to herself over the next few days, now I don't have anything to fret about! Yay! Playtime with Principessa!

Would it help if I went to the dentist?

Because writing this damned essay is like pulling teeth! Saying that, I've got just over another 300 words to write, but in that I've got to get suitable conclusions to end the separate sections, a decent tie in section to bring it all together, and an all round conclusion just to finish it all off. Hmmm, seems a bit of an uphill struggle. Oh, bum! Oh, and I forgot to mention, I haven't quite finished writing the central body of the Don Juan section. I think I am about done with Medea.

Oh well. Hopefully I'll be done with this by the weekend. Not that anything special is happening at the weekend. I should be so lucky. But, if I can be done with it by then, I can do some revision for block one and read up on the Rousseau philosophy and the David/Friedrich art history, and maybe aim to get TMA09 done and dusted before the 60s block. It would make me feel so much better.

But for now, I need to stop a Principessa from bouncing the bed through the ceiling....

Reliving lost days...

Yay! But oops! I fell to the perils of Ebay, once again, but I have finally got a copy of Chronicle Of The Black Sword by Hawkwind! Raaaawwwwwkkkk! Chuffed to little mintballs I am. I've been meaning to get the album for ages as I only had a copy on cassette, and it's one of those albums that gets under your skin. The only problem now is, I want to go and dig our my Elric books and read them all over again. Maybe Stormbringer is trying to eat my soul!

What makes me smile even more as I listen to the album again is that Principessa is rocking out with me. She has already decided that Jerry Cornelius's Needle Gun is her favourite song.



She is making me giggle so much by pogo-ing about singing 'It's gonna make you run, needle, needle, needle, needle gun!" 'Tis a happy day.

'Tis a doubly happy day as I have also got myself a copy of Brian Lumley's book 'A Coven Of Vampires'. Woohoo! More little mintballs in the happy offing!

Right. Well. Happy day, but need to try and get the Medea/Don Juan essay written, and get ready for the surveyor and occupational therapist visit. They are hopefully going to the extension business started. Finally.

Mr Wallce, where is my divine intervention?

69%. Ho hum. My worst mark since TMA02. At least it was a pass, and more than 40%. Suppose that is something positive, at least.

I have finished the Pygmalion section of the next block. I think I have decided that this will not be one of my choices for the next essay. I am more or less decided on Medea, and I am toying with the idea to use Don Juan too. I found it hard to immerse myself into Wide Sargasso Sea, so I think I might give that a miss.