Posts tagged life
Posts tagged life
You know what? I think I am going to lie in the sun and read books and drink white wine.
OH MY GOD. *hyperventilates*
Brace yourselves for an influx of Cameron Phillips, John/Cameron, and Sarah Connor (Lena Headey version) reblogs.
So, I was in the pub on Friday with some of the other library invigilators from my first library job. We’re all either current PhD students, or recent graduates, and we were talking about the weird kind of people who hang around on the fringes of our particular academic disciplines.
Being a Celticist, I get a lot of people who want me to tell them all about all the druidry and witches and remnants of Ancient Celtic Paganism™ to be found in medieval Irish literature (hint: not much). My partner studied Old English language and literature, which attracts a lot of extreme right white supremacist types, unfortunately (I think if you do Old Norse it’s even worse), and last year the main Facebook group for his area of study was completely overrun by this crazy, ranting guy (complete with own wall o’text website) who was convinced that Modern English was not derived from Old English because, and I quote, ‘I can’t understand Old English when I try to read it’. (Linguistics: you’re doing it wrong.) There was also the guy who thought that if you held runestones together, their ‘sacred vibrations’ would unlock the secrets of the Kabbalah and also something to do with Egyptian pyramids and the lost city of Atlantis. You’d think this would be the greatest level of insanity ever encountered within academia, but no.
One of my colleagues studies Modernist literature, and he said at his last academic conference, there was a woman who gave a paper about how Samuel Beckett communicates with her (regularly) on the astral plane.
Just once, I would like to get through a single day without either a nosebleed or a blinding migraine.
My friend just passed her viva!
Due to a weird series of events, we ended up being the only two people in the same academic year, and now we’ve both passed and will be graduating! (Not that there was any question about her passing - she’s brilliant.)
I’m so happy!
Brace yourselves: I’ve caught up with all my TV shows and am able to go back on Tumblr without fear of spoilers. It’s Wednesday, which means you’re likely to get a deluge of Pretty Little Liars-related reblogs very soon.
Back in the golden age of chat*, I developed this marvellous talent: I had a sort of internal clock that kept track of what time it was in all the places all over the world where my interlocutors lived. Not only that, but I sort of memorised their schedules without consciously meaning to, so I had a rough idea not only of what time of day it was everywhere, but also what times of day people were likely to be around. Thus, at any given moment, I knew not only what time it was in Britain, Ireland and Iceland, in Germany, in Finland, in the east of Australia, on both coasts of the United States and Canada, and, at times, in China, but also who would go in chat during uni lectures, who would sneak on during their night shifts at work, who was always out on Friday nights and exactly which North American’s arrival signalled that I should probably go to bed.
Chat isn’t exactly dead these days - I was in there earlier talking to thelxiepia and M - but it’s not the primary way we all talk to one another any more. A lot of people use Whatsapp on their smartphones, and no one is in school or uni any more, so we have a lot more freedom and money to (for example) travel to London for a weekend and catch up with people. But most of us don’t have these huge chunks of time to sit there for hours having incredibly involved conversations.
And the result, for me at least, is that I’ve lost my internal sraffie-clock. If I really think about it, I know what time it is in the States, or whether it’s reasonable to expect certain people to be online, but it’s not as subconscious and instantaneous as it used to be. All the knowledge is there somewhere, I guess, but it’s no longer easily accessible at the front part of my mind.
*Which for the purposes of this post is 2007-2010, the years I spent most time hanging out in my group’s IRC channel.
Ugh, all my picturebooking has reminded me of this book about a boy who walks on the water of Sydney Harbour to school every day and I want to reblog it BUT I CAN’T REMEMBER ITS NAME.
This is such a Ronni Problem…
I really should just make a sideblog for ’90s Australiana and stopping tormenting all of you with it on my main blog, right?