October 19th, 2010

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Eyes closed post. I really need a 'sleep' icon.

Made it into London. Got lost in London again. Had the foresight to save the headquarter's number so I could call them and get led back. Late. Enjoyed the conference thoroughly - lots of LGBT/feminism crossover time. Yay.

Omer's art performance was her friends getting to participate in the art. Glowing things + long exposure = great fun.

Anime was a laugh. Skipped Mojo's for some chips&sauce from the Chinese place. Bad TV with Jacqueline, the news that one of Pirate's old friends from Fresher year didn't invite him to a party (he's right to be hurt/peeved), upstairs for dissertation outline.

I am suffering from Writer's Insecurity. I hate my outline. I'm afraid I've disappointed my supervisor. Tomorrow I go in. We'll see if I have.

Hopefully more about the con later but I am falling asleep and it's time to curl up for zzzz.
Rainbow || Rainbow northern lights.

Writer's Block: MAKE IT STOP!

What was the last song you couldn't get out of your head no matter how hard you tried?

"Walking on Broken Glass" by Annie Lenox. I was dancing to it before Omer's art project, then used my iPod light during the night-time extended-capture pictures. It didn't help that Robbo (Rock Society friend) kept humming it at me because it defeated his mind!walls too. :P

In other news, I feel like spaghetti. I should not be this exhausted after a 25-minute walk onto campus, even if it was power walking. I am way too far out of shape.

Why are gyms so sodding expensive?!

Dissertation meeting in 10 minutes. My outline is printed out. I am doing this! Kiwi, time for Sailor Moon transformation into Sailor Kiwi! (Just don't do the nakey bits - you are in a computer lab, after all.)
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The meeting went well. He asked me how I was and I replied 'overwhelmed'. We discussed it.

He liked my literature review. I got a 68. Not an A, but two points away, and regardless I don't care; I'm happy with it. The weak parts were the sections I knew would be my weak parts, so nothing shocked me, and that's good. He liked my outline and thinks I can handle it. He believes this to be a reasonably novel concept and that I've got my work cut out for me, but that I can do it. He understands that I can't power through working on it the way that Claire is; we have very different working styles. In some ways (the ways that please the part of my brain that comapres me to others), I'm relieved to be on the same level as Claire; I thought surely I was lagging far behind in my abilities. Lagging behind with my workload I don't particularly mind - I'm known for catching up in time.

At the end of the meeting I asked Nick, "Do you ever feel as though you're on stage preparing to juggle all these balls when suddenly something dawns on you, and you realise you never learned to juggle? That's how I feel." He laughed - oh, the sound of a supervisor's laughter is that of divine bells ringing! - and responded that yes, of course he did, and he had to concede that it only got worse. We discussed the feeling of learning and how part of the process is recognising that with increased knowledge we also strengthen our awareness of how big the spectrum is, how little we know and how much there is to know and how we won't get to it; we're all ice-chippers chipping away at an ice berg, when each chip only brings the realisation of how much larger the ice berg is. (Titanic was doomed.)

He explained that he felt this way every time he went to write or teach a lecture. 'How am I being objective, when I am teaching one way and there are a hundred others? How do I know what to use?' We lamented the concept for a few moments and it was comforting to know (in that it was expressed and discussed, rather than understood subconsciously) that he understand and feels the same. I was reassured by the connection and reminder that we are all humans working our way through these issues. We laughed about it together. Laughter is healing.

He told me to trust myself. I walked out of the building feeling lighter despite the additional articles he gave me. I took my initial deep 'holy shite I made it through' breath and took a moment to listen to myself.

Sure, he meant 'trust myself' in knowing what pockets of knowledge to peruse and what information to use and what conclusions to draw, but what I heard loud and clear was "I want a frappe!" so I went to the cafe to sit down with my book and a frappe. Yes, trusting myself is a very good idea, I think. (;
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