quinta-feira, 29 de março de 2007
More job woes
Bounced by an eager jobs agent into going to an interview at a great big private school tomorrow. Nooooooooo! I don't want it..... Please don't make me go.....
Madness in Cambridge University
If anyone reads this and loves Portuguese, please, please sign the petition opposed to the dropping of Portuguese Language in the Modern Languages Department at Cambridge University. It just impacts on so many other areas of the University - including Latin American Studies, Film and science - think of work in the Amazon, Africa - Angola and Mozambique, and East Asia. Plus there are loads of Portuguese speaking potential students in East Anglia - the children of the migrant workers there. Or maybe Cambridge isn't interested in social inclusion ?
www.petitiononline.com//portsACP/-
www.petitiononline.com//portsACP/-
terça-feira, 27 de março de 2007
Lucky Blogging
So I read my e-mail. And the recruitment people offering the tacky job have withdrawn my interview. Thank God! And then my application for an intern say I'm over qualified, but can they discuss the results with me in September ?!!! Might be positive?? I will take it as such. Anyway now I have to go and pick up nephew. And have added one of a group of inspirational blogs - see left, from Yvette Perry which discusses the question of 'egocasting' which is rather the same as cv writing and job interviewing. E.g. Which persona fits today??? So another time to consider my blog ethics. With maturity comes caution.... but you know fear is still there how ever old your life.
I had a dream about my father's house in New Zeland this morning, because it has been sold becuase he is in care elsewhere. I spent a lot of time there last year. Because there was a lot of family trouble, which as the eldest I sought of tried to fix - but you know I live in England. Anyway dream - I was in the 'living room' which once years ago was my bedroom and on my knees taking out some papers I left there last year from a old cabinet there. And the front door (which was rarely used) unlocked and my brother and his wife came in to say my father was dead. He isn't - I checked, but it was a way of saying his independence is over. Didn't notice it was weighing so heavy on my mind. But there you are. There is more interpretation but not for publication. So setting up the barriers.
I had a dream about my father's house in New Zeland this morning, because it has been sold becuase he is in care elsewhere. I spent a lot of time there last year. Because there was a lot of family trouble, which as the eldest I sought of tried to fix - but you know I live in England. Anyway dream - I was in the 'living room' which once years ago was my bedroom and on my knees taking out some papers I left there last year from a old cabinet there. And the front door (which was rarely used) unlocked and my brother and his wife came in to say my father was dead. He isn't - I checked, but it was a way of saying his independence is over. Didn't notice it was weighing so heavy on my mind. But there you are. There is more interpretation but not for publication. So setting up the barriers.
Updating my stupidity over perfectionism
Well I am facing defeat in the face over my dissertation. Spent most of the month writing and re-writing a review which turned into an essay over the second film of my director Claudio Assis which is called Baixio das Bestas (Bog of Beasts) which I saw at Rotterdam. Both are unfinished. I have seen my professor twice and handed nothing in and this is the last week of term. How weak is that?
So I think he will give up on me.
I have applied for various jobs, and only have an interview for one so badly paid and junior that I must be completely stir-crazy to even consider it - and the temporary relocation to London that it would involve.
I actually spent most of the month writing diary like entries of pure angst too terrible to put up here.
Question. What does a mental breakdown look like?
Positive notes. I have just signed up to take a course on Latin American Film taken at the lovely Arts Cinema here at Cambridge. It will be taught by Sarah who is writing a PhD on the Peruvian Film Industry. She is going to show some of the Brazilian Cinema Novo films that I need to see. Problem: It costs £60 which I do not have.
And I have been sent an invitation to a conference in Rio with the Brazilian Film Studies Students for October which is a huge incentive if only I had written anything worthwhile !
So I am going to go and have a cup of tea. Then I am going to look at my e-mails and send some off befor 5. And then I am going to do some work. And stop crying.
And then see if my nephew wants to go to his German lesson in Ely, which I usually spend talking to a wonderful retired Maths professor called Prof. Maude. And I will tell you about him another time.
So I think he will give up on me.
I have applied for various jobs, and only have an interview for one so badly paid and junior that I must be completely stir-crazy to even consider it - and the temporary relocation to London that it would involve.
I actually spent most of the month writing diary like entries of pure angst too terrible to put up here.
Question. What does a mental breakdown look like?
Positive notes. I have just signed up to take a course on Latin American Film taken at the lovely Arts Cinema here at Cambridge. It will be taught by Sarah who is writing a PhD on the Peruvian Film Industry. She is going to show some of the Brazilian Cinema Novo films that I need to see. Problem: It costs £60 which I do not have.
And I have been sent an invitation to a conference in Rio with the Brazilian Film Studies Students for October which is a huge incentive if only I had written anything worthwhile !
So I am going to go and have a cup of tea. Then I am going to look at my e-mails and send some off befor 5. And then I am going to do some work. And stop crying.
And then see if my nephew wants to go to his German lesson in Ely, which I usually spend talking to a wonderful retired Maths professor called Prof. Maude. And I will tell you about him another time.
domingo, 18 de fevereiro de 2007
Carnival in Recife and Olinda
Carnival! The first time I went to Brazil was in 2002, with my eldest daughter who was 18, and we got taken to Carnival- to watch carnival, to be in the carnival, to dance in the streets, listen to the music in Recife and in Olinda. And it was wonderful.... so I really miss that experience! Anyway, I found this link to some really neat cartoons by ACAPE (the association of Pernambucan Cartoonists) on Carnaval 2007 - Frevendo no traco! Pernambuco - falando para o mundo!
Film, Recife and Rotterdam
I am writing a dissertation. Actually I am re-writing a dissertation. About a wonderful place in Brazil called Recife. Actually about a film called Amarelo Manga (2002) which is set in the city and was made by Claudio Assis. And the reason I am writing about this, is because I have spent a bit of time in Brazil and studying its culture here in London, and I am interested in the most striking thing for any European visitor to the North East of Brazil in particular, and that is the great gap between rich and poor that you see there. And also what can be done.... Anyway, Claudio Assis, and the scriptwriter Hilton Lacerda, and the wonderful cameraman Walter Caravelho, have now made a second film, which is called Bog of Beasts, and which had its 'world premiere' in Rotterdam, where it also got a Tiger Award. And such is the way of film distribution that it may never be shown in London, and my finances don't stretch to Brazil at the moment - so I had to go to Rotterdam really didn't I?! Was that selfish? Necessary?. Yes, yes and yes!
Any way if you are curious - be warned - this is a film for maturity. I mean it. But not a film to take at 'face value'. So next post will be my considered review. Which I have taken time off my dissertation to write. Because bad, ignorant film reviews are all over the internet. But remember - maturity only!
Any way if you are curious - be warned - this is a film for maturity. I mean it. But not a film to take at 'face value'. So next post will be my considered review. Which I have taken time off my dissertation to write. Because bad, ignorant film reviews are all over the internet. But remember - maturity only!
International Film Festival Rotterdam 24 Jan - 4 Feb 2007
Web site: www.filmfestivalrotterdam.com
Actually I only went for 1 film (yes one film!). But it was academic work, truely!
This film festival shows all sorts of films from all over the world, most of which don't get any where near the mainstream 'hollywood' cinema near you. And it gives financial awards to encourage the directors and filmakers to keep producing things that question the fictional 'truths' of cinema.
Actually Holland is pretty close to where I live in the UK. I was able to drive to Norwich, leave my car there, fly to Amsterdam (45 minutes) take a train to Rotterdam and get a ticket to see my film at 1.15 pm on Saturday 4th February. Then I got a place to sleep at a very good hostel on the old harbour area there (www.roomrotterdam.nl) for 22 euros, including sheets. Very nice self service kitchen where I met some great travellers from Canada, Hungary (who were in the film industry), Spain, and Brazil ... ah Brazil. Brazil is why I did this trip, more in a minute...
Also a 64 year old lady from the UK who helped me chew the fat over my next life move - thank you Christina! The next day I took the train to the Hook of Holland, and used the last of my money, and my unstamped train ticket to get the ferry back to Harwich. Luckily the trip included food! I had a real interesting time speaking to an australian digital graphics film maker and a british serviceman (who had been in Afghanistan and Iraq). I got in at 8pm and called my husband to pick me up - no money for the train, and needed to get the car out of car park at Norwich airport! Weather - thick fog and predicted snow. And it turned out - bird flu at Bernard Matthews just along the road to Norwich. Anyway, husband was so incensed at my activities that he accidently filled the car with petrol instead of Diesel, and had to call the RAC to drain it all out - 3 hours later came to get me, with nephew in tow. (Nephew told me all this!) So to Norwich in freezing fog, husband has to use credit card for my parking, leaves me and nephew to find car, defrost it, and then find petrol is on 'yellow'. I drove in the freezing fog at less than 40 miles an hour in the middle of the night 50 miles down the A11, and made it home!!!!!. So - in fairness - my interesting life at the expense of others???
Actually I only went for 1 film (yes one film!). But it was academic work, truely!
This film festival shows all sorts of films from all over the world, most of which don't get any where near the mainstream 'hollywood' cinema near you. And it gives financial awards to encourage the directors and filmakers to keep producing things that question the fictional 'truths' of cinema.
Actually Holland is pretty close to where I live in the UK. I was able to drive to Norwich, leave my car there, fly to Amsterdam (45 minutes) take a train to Rotterdam and get a ticket to see my film at 1.15 pm on Saturday 4th February. Then I got a place to sleep at a very good hostel on the old harbour area there (www.roomrotterdam.nl) for 22 euros, including sheets. Very nice self service kitchen where I met some great travellers from Canada, Hungary (who were in the film industry), Spain, and Brazil ... ah Brazil. Brazil is why I did this trip, more in a minute...
Also a 64 year old lady from the UK who helped me chew the fat over my next life move - thank you Christina! The next day I took the train to the Hook of Holland, and used the last of my money, and my unstamped train ticket to get the ferry back to Harwich. Luckily the trip included food! I had a real interesting time speaking to an australian digital graphics film maker and a british serviceman (who had been in Afghanistan and Iraq). I got in at 8pm and called my husband to pick me up - no money for the train, and needed to get the car out of car park at Norwich airport! Weather - thick fog and predicted snow. And it turned out - bird flu at Bernard Matthews just along the road to Norwich. Anyway, husband was so incensed at my activities that he accidently filled the car with petrol instead of Diesel, and had to call the RAC to drain it all out - 3 hours later came to get me, with nephew in tow. (Nephew told me all this!) So to Norwich in freezing fog, husband has to use credit card for my parking, leaves me and nephew to find car, defrost it, and then find petrol is on 'yellow'. I drove in the freezing fog at less than 40 miles an hour in the middle of the night 50 miles down the A11, and made it home!!!!!. So - in fairness - my interesting life at the expense of others???
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