annwfyn | College, photography, the holocaust and teenage mutant ninja turtles... (Reply)

I've had a perfectly lovely 24 hours.

I had a visit from astro_dust, we sat, gossiped and chattered about nonsense and it was fab.

pierot had a fit of madness, and dragged myself, ksirafai and astro_dust to see the new Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles film. And lo! In his madness, was genius! It was a truly fantastic film. It wasn't great art, but it was tight, kept momentum, was fantastically non-pretentious and had alarmingly more character depth and development than anything ever made by Frank Miller, and quite a bit more character depth and development than a number of other allegedly more serious film.

I wanna be a turtle now!

I had a huge pile of groceries delivered from tesco online, and I now have lots of glorious tasty food sitting in my kitchen. Including bread with the invisible crust, which I'm alarmingly impressed by.

I had a really rather positive assessment/tutorial today at university. I mentioned that I was interested in photographic conservation, and was told that that was a feasible area of specialisation on the MA course. I then started chatting with Mark Sandy about my research project for my MA (which is the academic, non-object based, more issue based half of the course) and I said I was interested in maybe writing about the ethics of displaying photographs, specifically photographs of war - obviously these are intimate moments, which can show someone's moment of death. They can educate in a way that little else can, and yet they can become intrusive and unethical very easily. Mark Sandy was enthused and began chatting about me maybe working with the Imperial War Museum next year in their photographic archive, as Camberwell has a good relationship with them.

I also got to spend an hour going through old MA projects, and found a really interesting thesis on DNA testing, with a full bibliography that I have now pillaged thoroughly for my PGDip science project. Go me!

I finally got home, and realised that it's over. I've finished term two, I've not screwed it up horribly, and I've got four glorious weeks of holiday time. Well, four glorious weeks of holiday, writing about DNA testing, and volunteering at the Cumming Museum, but mostly four glorious weeks of holiday. And I'm pretty damn happy about that.

I've finally got an idea for a mage character, which I will whitter about to anyone who wants to listen. Somehow, necromancy began to make sense to me last night. This makes me feel clever.