"Regardless of future directions in contemporary Australian cinema, the ‘grotesque era’ of the late 20th century has left an indelible mark on the international perception of Australian identity as well as on the country’s own self-reflection."
A fabulous final sentence, I find! The credit for this one goes out to Ren. 'Grotesque era'... don't you just love the implications of an extravagant history it evokes!
I'm still buzzing. Can't stop smiling. It's OVER! Can you believe it... Well, I'm still in the process of taking it in.
Thanx to everyone for keeping in touch. Thanx to my fabulous assistants in this adventure. Thanx to life and sanity and a working computer that only let me down once. On the last day but it wasn't fatal after all. YEY!
shucksluv i
Wednesday, July 13, 2005
Monday, July 11, 2005
Who would have thought that...
...I'm about to finish my thesis one week early (okay, so I got an extension for two weeks but still!)
...it's not as good a feeling as expected.
...I actually look forward to seeing Berlin again after all this. Hopefully I'll be able to enjoy my last couple of weeks of freedom here in Melbourne. That'd be the true reward for the misery of being in labour for five months!!! (Writing a thesis really does compare to this being-pregnant-and-giving-birth miracle - says the ignorant and inexperienced almost-graduate... hello sis!)
...I'm not particularly into the idea of being on the dole but I'm quite optimistic that something will come up eventually. Something good as well!
And now, for the amusement of the general public, my new favourite statement of my thesis (discussing the significance of the line in Priscilla “That’s just what this country needs – a cock in a frock on a rock.”):" This mocking statement points to the central theme of the film: the performativity (“frock”) of Australian (“rock”) masculinity (“cock”)."
And because it was so much fun, here is my second favourite (in relation to The Castle and grotesque humour): "Every underlying profound implication of the film is wrapped in mocking laughter like sausage rolls in pastry."
Cock on!
...it's not as good a feeling as expected.
...I actually look forward to seeing Berlin again after all this. Hopefully I'll be able to enjoy my last couple of weeks of freedom here in Melbourne. That'd be the true reward for the misery of being in labour for five months!!! (Writing a thesis really does compare to this being-pregnant-and-giving-birth miracle - says the ignorant and inexperienced almost-graduate... hello sis!)
...I'm not particularly into the idea of being on the dole but I'm quite optimistic that something will come up eventually. Something good as well!
And now, for the amusement of the general public, my new favourite statement of my thesis (discussing the significance of the line in Priscilla “That’s just what this country needs – a cock in a frock on a rock.”):" This mocking statement points to the central theme of the film: the performativity (“frock”) of Australian (“rock”) masculinity (“cock”)."
And because it was so much fun, here is my second favourite (in relation to The Castle and grotesque humour): "Every underlying profound implication of the film is wrapped in mocking laughter like sausage rolls in pastry."
Cock on!
Wednesday, July 06, 2005
The royal residence
Not the best snapshot but it should give you a good idea about where I live. It's the house next to the laundromat. 1004 Lygon St in North Carlton.
Posted by Ingale
Posted by Ingale
Thursday, June 30, 2005
Brief, VERY brief update
I'm being pressured into producing more grotesque blabber. I think Anja has become addicted to this stuff now. She can't get enough of it... Weird, huh!
Not much to update anyway. 2 weeks to go. 15 pages left. I'm getting better at the waffling, and for some reason it seems to make sense. To Anja at least. I'm amazed. Don't know what I'd do without her...
Yo, people, gotta get back to work. Ooooh, I finally remembered to buy batteries for my camera. Now I just have to wait for another sunny Melbourne day and then I can show you my current home. It's raining today though. Have a feeling it's gonna be like this for a while now. At least that's what my sinuses and my throat tell me...
So long! i
"Popular Australian cinema is not particularly popular." (so far my favourite sentence in the whole of my thesis)
Not much to update anyway. 2 weeks to go. 15 pages left. I'm getting better at the waffling, and for some reason it seems to make sense. To Anja at least. I'm amazed. Don't know what I'd do without her...
Yo, people, gotta get back to work. Ooooh, I finally remembered to buy batteries for my camera. Now I just have to wait for another sunny Melbourne day and then I can show you my current home. It's raining today though. Have a feeling it's gonna be like this for a while now. At least that's what my sinuses and my throat tell me...
So long! i
"Popular Australian cinema is not particularly popular." (so far my favourite sentence in the whole of my thesis)
Friday, June 24, 2005
Good News!!!
I'm proud to be the first person to inform you about the latest events in this lovely Aussie town: THE DEED IS DONE! Errisch has made it. His thesis is finally on its long way homewards. Phoooh!
Now the bad news (there always are): I still got about three weeks to go. My deed is rather dead at the moment. Went out last night (weird!) till 4 a.m., overslept of course, and spent the whole day trying to recover and readjust my synapses so that I might be able to understand the text I was reading. All day. Still not finished. Shouldn't be that hard really but for some reason it is... So, now I'm sitting at the office (finally made it to uni at about 6.30 p.m.!), and what do I do? I stare at the piles of paper and books... and hop on the internet. YEY! I'm such a coward. Can't even bring myself to open up the document I've been working on yesterday. Might have to do with the fact that I basically deleted everything I had already written, so that I pretty much have to start over again. Bloody brilliant! I mean it was a load of bullocks and sandras but the words filled the screen. Deleting them is a very painful experience... OUCH!
Anyhoo, the sun will come up tomorrow again and maybe the little 'Heinzelmaennchen' will have done some overdue work on my thesis and then it'll all be good... Mhaw!
Posted by Ingale
Now the bad news (there always are): I still got about three weeks to go. My deed is rather dead at the moment. Went out last night (weird!) till 4 a.m., overslept of course, and spent the whole day trying to recover and readjust my synapses so that I might be able to understand the text I was reading. All day. Still not finished. Shouldn't be that hard really but for some reason it is... So, now I'm sitting at the office (finally made it to uni at about 6.30 p.m.!), and what do I do? I stare at the piles of paper and books... and hop on the internet. YEY! I'm such a coward. Can't even bring myself to open up the document I've been working on yesterday. Might have to do with the fact that I basically deleted everything I had already written, so that I pretty much have to start over again. Bloody brilliant! I mean it was a load of bullocks and sandras but the words filled the screen. Deleting them is a very painful experience... OUCH!
Anyhoo, the sun will come up tomorrow again and maybe the little 'Heinzelmaennchen' will have done some overdue work on my thesis and then it'll all be good... Mhaw!
Posted by Ingale
Tuesday, June 21, 2005
22 hours, 12 minutes...
The countdown has started. Not for me, thank f..., but for my beloved Kollehsche Erigge. Tomorrow night he'll be as free as a bird and probably as drunk as a skunk (the German translation for this expression is a lot better: 'voll wie eine Haubitze'... YEY!). I, on the other hand, have just found out that my extension has been granted, which should make me infinitely happy but right now these two more weeks before D-Day feel like two more tons of weight on my chest. I want the additional time - but I don't...
Anyway, my parents have requested a picture of the place that I call my home at the moment (it's more of a camp, really - I'm hardly ever there except most nights). I have to get new batteries for my camera first (which I usually forget), so I thought... no, sorry, I can't be bothered describing it to you. Don't feel very eloquent right now. (but of course I am!)
"History repeats itself: first as a tragedy, second as a farce." Marx (who else?)
On this note I'll leave you once again and get back to tackling the last chapter of my grotesque mission. i
Anyway, my parents have requested a picture of the place that I call my home at the moment (it's more of a camp, really - I'm hardly ever there except most nights). I have to get new batteries for my camera first (which I usually forget), so I thought... no, sorry, I can't be bothered describing it to you. Don't feel very eloquent right now. (but of course I am!)
"History repeats itself: first as a tragedy, second as a farce." Marx (who else?)
On this note I'll leave you once again and get back to tackling the last chapter of my grotesque mission. i
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