Resisting: the urge to eat coco-pops for breakfast. There's nothing good for you in them but they beckon to me, fuck'em.
Watching: my neighbour prep a chicken. From scratch. By which I mean, it was there, feathers, head, feet and all about 10mins ago but has now been plucked, washed, had its innards pulled out, and is waiting on a chopping block. I've never seen this before, even when travelling in Indonesia. It's just not the kind of thing you expect to see out your window in inner-city Sydney. I like that.
Surviving: my annual progress interview for my PhD candidature - me and four academics from my Dept as well as my supervisor and the Postgrad Coordinator in a room discussing how I'm going. It was actually quite reassuring. They agreed with my summary of where I'm at and my proposed timeline for completion, thank fuck. They also all expressed excitement and interest in the final product, which is heartening as I am sick to death of Mardi Gras and the entire idea of queer performance. Apparently this hatred of my topic is par for the course and a clear sign that I am on track to completion.
Writing: applications to Harvard Graduate School of Design. No, not for me. A very close friend is a kick-ass design architect having won all sorts of awards during his Uni days and working on amazing projects both in Oz and O/S. He cannot, however, write a grammatically correct, clearly-constructed essay of 1000 words to save his life. Literally. I'm writing his applications, he's compiling his design portfolio. Together, I reckon we'll get him in.
Counting: down to my Xmas holiday. We leave in 3 days for 2 weeks in Tasmania and Victoria. A real luxurious holiday with no camping or long drives. This is very unusual for me and I am feeling pretty spoilt and excited with the whole thing.
Wishing: you all a great silly season and that Santa brings you your heart's desires. See you in the new year!
Watching: my neighbour prep a chicken. From scratch. By which I mean, it was there, feathers, head, feet and all about 10mins ago but has now been plucked, washed, had its innards pulled out, and is waiting on a chopping block. I've never seen this before, even when travelling in Indonesia. It's just not the kind of thing you expect to see out your window in inner-city Sydney. I like that.
Surviving: my annual progress interview for my PhD candidature - me and four academics from my Dept as well as my supervisor and the Postgrad Coordinator in a room discussing how I'm going. It was actually quite reassuring. They agreed with my summary of where I'm at and my proposed timeline for completion, thank fuck. They also all expressed excitement and interest in the final product, which is heartening as I am sick to death of Mardi Gras and the entire idea of queer performance. Apparently this hatred of my topic is par for the course and a clear sign that I am on track to completion.
Writing: applications to Harvard Graduate School of Design. No, not for me. A very close friend is a kick-ass design architect having won all sorts of awards during his Uni days and working on amazing projects both in Oz and O/S. He cannot, however, write a grammatically correct, clearly-constructed essay of 1000 words to save his life. Literally. I'm writing his applications, he's compiling his design portfolio. Together, I reckon we'll get him in.
Counting: down to my Xmas holiday. We leave in 3 days for 2 weeks in Tasmania and Victoria. A real luxurious holiday with no camping or long drives. This is very unusual for me and I am feeling pretty spoilt and excited with the whole thing.
Wishing: you all a great silly season and that Santa brings you your heart's desires. See you in the new year!
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Happy holidays to you too, lovely one.