January 29th, 2010.
I'm skipping the American Popular Music time-suck to spend some time focusing on my thesis. So far, I've two blank word documents; the first entitled "Why I Hate School" and the second "American Aprioristic Urban Pastoralism: Reasons for Academically Induced Self-Flagellation" of which I'm still working out the meaning. It came to me in a dream, so, you know, it must be profound.
Research is proving difficult. The Interlibrary Loan office keeps canceling my requests because they're "too new" or "we have it at the library but it'll be checked out until September." If it weren't "free" I'd suspect they were trying to ruin me. I've requested the following books: Documentary screens : non-fiction film and television by Keith Beattie and First person Jewish by Alisa Lebow. Of course those are the only two the lovely library could procure. I was hoping a book might give me some kind of direction. I'm sort of, if not entirely, directionless. I'm realizing what I'm doing is frivolous and trite and am out of ideas on how to fix it. So now my efforts will be toward narrowing down a topic without trying to sound like an asshole.
In my production efforts I've made a schedule of movies and readings to go along. It's pretty much like being in class, but without someone talking at me. For next week I've arranged a Camp-a-thon. I'm reading lady-boner-inducing Susan Sontag's "Notes on Camp" of which I plan to compare with the documentary Paris is Burning and possibly The Eyes of Tammy Fay or Wigstock. Or maybe I'll stay up all night and watch them all while wearing my velour cheetah print smock and matching heels.
Tonight, on a more serious note, I will be watching The Cats of Mirikitani (not meaning to sound flippant) about a Japanese artist who paints cats. I'm excited for this one.
And now is time for the mandatory time-suck of the Salvo.
Doherty out.
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