right before i got really sick.
right before i got really sick.
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The rain is making itself known all over the rooftops out my window and on the skylights above my head. I love watching the rain look like it’s about to hit me and then, NO!, it gets blocked my the glass. I’m pretty jet lagged still and I arrived early Monday morning. I usually don’t get jet lag but I had a feeling I would because I had barely slept right in the weeks before my arrival. I presented at the Film Studies Association of Canada Graduate Colloquium on Saturday on the collaborative aspects of locative media and the experimental potentials of mobile cinema, situating my praxis between the two. I miscalculated my time and my clips took too long so I had to cut my conclusion out (which my friends said was the strong part of my argument when I practiced it for them, bleh). Yesterday my friend took the day off work and walked around the city with me all day. We both agreed it’s been forever since we’ve taken on a flaneur role because we both work all day and night ([un]luckily both in positions that are creative but don’t seem to accrue any financial gain). Although we’re quite welcome to exploration together. I took a lot of photos with my iPhone but I should have brought my video camera. I get so nervous about shooting until I get into it, which I did later that evening. And now it’s been raining all day, which is what I forgot to expect from Paris in February/March – it’s always raining.
I also won the really worthwhile Spotted by Locals Paris App from a Paris blog I frequent just in time. Don’t tell anyone but I totally made up the story of “my favorite Parisian spot” from pieces of other stories from myself and other people. But that’s not the point is it?
“Stories are how we co-construct place”, de Certeau says.
Charles de Gaulle
the view from my bathroom
the view from my apartment
philosophy on the street
I’ll be posting my iPhone snapshots on my tumblr and Instragram (raisecain) if you’re interested.
When we’re desperate for attention, we’ll cling to anything that gives it up to us. Sometimes I see this in people I love and it makes me want to vomit. I’m not exempt from this behaviour either – projecting unrequited desires, to further displace them some more. As if that helps. My right eye feels like it’s bleeding.
I visited my friend in Paris this summer. I did things like pose with statues.
Look at that! My skin glowing from the sun. No wrinkles yet. And then… bam! Crying sucks because it makes your face get all wrinkly and when you get up in age like I am, the wrinkles kind of decide to stay and mock you. Ha! Magda! You’re always so upset, so we will punish your vanity! Buttttt if you take a break for a moment, maybe we might ease up, but you have to chill!
Did you go straight from an MA to a PhD? How did you manage to write your PhD Proposal and all that while doing course work and working on your MA thesis on top of everything else?
Sometimes everything looks like plastic. I mean, I am riding my bike and I look around and there’s a plastic sheen over everything kind of like on salvia, but less pronounced. This completely takes over my vision.
Experiment with me. Experiment on me.
I feel like a mathematic remainder.
“Memories are what warm you up from the inside. But they’re also what tear you apart.“