It's nice to know that the weather in Britain is so predictable. Every year, without fail, April will see the most bizarre weather known to mankind. Yesterday, for example, saw a combination of sun, cloud, hail, snow, and more sun. Make sure you carry your trusty umbrella with you everywhere! For it may be bright and shiny like the Bahamas through the window, but given 20 minutes, it'll be guaranteed you won't be able to see anything through that window due to fog, or a hailstorm, or some other such anomaly. I guess it's also nice to know that the British are so predictable as to constantly talk about their weather.
So instead I'll talk about college. This morning's lecture was dire. I'm not even sure what it was about. Radical architecture, or something. Luckily it finished early and is also the last lecture of the year. Hurray! Afterwards I went to talk to Christian, head of the second year, to discuss the issues I've been having with the course. He says he thinks I'll respond a lot better to the second year as they tend to push us more, but also more into an open space for us to fill as we wish, not as directed by them, which is scary, but also necessary. I think for now I'll just assume I'll be staying on as it'll cause me a lot less stress and anxiety. If I could put the energy I've been putting into worrying about the course into doing the course instead, all might be much better.
There's even good news on the Photography front. Emily and Morag both said they couldn't help me with my plan of following someone around for 24 hours to document their day, but Andy suggested I talked to his friend Alice instead. We met up last night for a drink and I think it could work. She's a very ace person, the kind of person I want to be, really. She works at
Archway but also has her own allotment (and uses it too!), has been politically active but not so much now, knows loads of ace people, and is just generally friendly and huggy.
We met at the Angel but ended up going down to
the Common Place. It's somewhere I've been wanting to go ever since it opened, but due to my inhibitions and lack of friends, have never made it. It turned out that it was the night of a gig I was interested in seeing anyway, and what was even more surprising was that David and James were there, working on the sound desk. I had a bit of a chat with David, in between him fiddling with cables and staring into the middle distance, and managed to extract a couple of hugs too. I also managed to scrounge 3 free digestives from the bloke in the cafe, which made me rather happy. I left about 10 though as I was tired and had to be up for the stupid lecture this morning.
I've arranged to go take photographs of Alice next Tuesday. I can't do the whole day though, as I'm flying to Belfast at teatime. So I'll stay with her for the morning and then come home. I'm going to be going back in a fortnight or so, on a Saturday, to finish the shoot. We're going to pretend it's a Wednesday, as that's the day she only works in the morning. If you're confused, don't worry, we are too. I just didn't have any free Wednesdays so this was the next best solution. What matters though is not whether or not it was all shot in one day, but more if it looks like it was shot in one day. And as we're doing it in April, it doesn't really matter if the weather's completely different on each day, because that's what April's like. All thought out, you see!
Tomorrow's photography session is either going to be on lighting or darkroom techniques, both things I need to learn about, so hopefully it'll be interesting. Friday is when my Typography module finally begins. We've been instructed to come along with a kitchen utensil of our choice. We also have to hand in the Critical Studies essays then. Oh, to be free of it! And then I might be rounding the week off with a gig by
Data Panik. It all depends on the health of Robert Dane's bum, it seems. And no, don't ask.
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