...or road. I am writing this in the morning when I should finish my dissertation. I have done the printing off some useful procrastination kickers from the internet. I have got dressed and had 2 cups of tea, a banana, 2 plums and a hot cross-bun with blackcurrent jam (no wonder the weight stays 0n!). It is early enough to take the bus to Bury and sit in the Library there...
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But on Tuesday at the Departmental Book Launch I met a fellow post-grad who has finished his PHD and has his viva in 2 weeks time !!!
But I know that it has taken 4 plus years, cost him relationships,some of his hair and sent him to the depths of despair at times. But he is finished, and so should I. Any way he has been researching in Recife like me, and knows my subject Amarelo Manga, so he asked me an intelligent question about it, and I could answer, so I just know it is time to wrap it all up. But yesterday I could not force myself to write, especially as it was very sunny outside, and is again today. Eventually I went out to met my nephew in Cambridge to see Be Kind, Rewind, which I justified as kind of the same rethinking of film cultures that I find in AM, but of course it is gussied up as a feel good movie and a laugh with the leading actors, so the reviews do not really tackle the internal criticism inplicit in the title of rethinking the whole grip of the Hollywood dream machine on our expectations of movie culture. I must see if there are any more considered discussions about this film.But not as a distraction from my own writing, you understand. Just as an added understanding....
Introspective as some of the discussions were on Tuesday (there were lots of anthropologists and people from other universities there), I found myself in serious conversations about New Zealand with a couple of people who had spent some time there. One is doing a PHD on tattos and Polynesia. They both had reservations about the country and the people which were more incisive than the usual gushing about the scenery and the food. That made me feel more emotionally settled about my own mixed feelings about my friends and relatives still there.
My younger sister who completed her Masters with a first last year while holding down a full time job (admittedly below her professional capability, and in the same university) is treating me to a weekend in Birmingham (no laughing, our mother was born there). And she also lives away from New Zealand because she finds Europe more interesting. But she has been looking at writing about women in sport, which is actually something that is much more equal and better done in New Zealand these days. Every experience and location has its influence. But mine is now Brazil and I want to spread the word. So I have a major incentive to be finished and give her something to read from me. And there is more, but I realise that I am in danger of putting all my limited social life online and unmasking all my fr
iends and enemies. So to the serious work...The picture by the way, is from an old CD of National Geographic pictures, available for use on web-sites it says, but marked by that publication's habit of cute pictures of natives in the Amazon that is quite naive tourist and racially demeaning too. But as his face is hidden and he represents a metaphor for my own instincts at the moment I will risk the anthropologists critique. Sorry to anyone who feels offended by the idea of attributing internal feelings onto other peoples in the photographic representation, but that is part of my dissertation writing too. Just to clarify to myself. Stop digging a hole, girl !!
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