Development Arrested
Rather than work on an two essays, an upcoming British Novel final, readings in all classes, journal entries, chronologies, or other random happenings, I've surrendered myself to the beast that is reminiscing. Aka, I've become an iMovie machine.
No song to short, no picture to hazy... you want to try and set 3500 pictures to your favorite 68 songs, no problem. avi files? I eat avi files for breakfast... right before the fruit'n'fibre and after the yoghurt. (both of those spellings awkwardly correct)
Mary and I have been working (ok, I've been hogging) on a final retelling of the year, in video form. Al Gore eat your heart out. No powerpoints involved, but come March, clear your schedules and rent a tux. This shit is going global. I almost visited Cannes this break, and now- judging by the 20 minutes of the video done so far-- we might be on our way back very soon.
This week of limbo is painful. Not close enough to the fire to feel the burn, but close enough to hear the screams echoing through 7 days of padding. I'm delaying the inevitable... in a way, this finals season is like a metaphor for us leaving in general. I know it's coming, I can feel it- in many ways I regret it's very arrival, but at the same time I'm looking for that quick bandaid-fast rip- get it all over with.
So in the meantime, flat mates run about eager to get a head start on papers or studying for other classes, while i lounge around and wait for a cloud of pain to drench me. See, all this extra time and I can be dramatic like that. It's amazing what you'll do to avoid simple things like papers about newspaper articles or reading books that reek to high heaven like Brick Lane. Wikipedia it if you want... it's so painful, I'm not even going to waste the effort to link it myself....
This being the most productive thing I've done all day (save for the 6hrs spent making "I Don't Feel Like Dancin' " match up to our pictures from Orientation...), it's probably best that I sign off and do something useful with my life. Like clean the bathroom. Or do some pushups.
posted by Kevin @ 9:24 PM
1 Comments:
Could you please not hot-link to the image on my site? (I'm referring to the iMovie icon.) If you want to host a copy of it yourself, that's fine, but please don't steal my bandwidth. It's rude.
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