Ok, so I have a light installation fetish.
Maybe I am neo-Platonic, but in a tired, bored and post-Futurist kind of way.
Accelerate.
EDIT: 89,051 (this is a little bit like the running total of survivors on BSG!!). I fear the ton shall be cracked this week. The last 5,000 words has been straight up writing too. Scenes. I can’t wait to actually publish something on my event-based conception of the ‘scene’ as it is some of the hardcore work of my diss. My supervisors want the keystone chapter. I introduce the previous notions of scene and supercharge ‘em with the event. They shall get the keystone chapter. The 89k doesn’t include my work on hoons, which I think will not make the final version of the diss.
Another weird thing about the diss is that my original work with the notion of ‘assemblage’ looked at streets, cars and drivers, which was kind of an obvious way to look at things. The street-car-driver assemblage. However, as I have discovered by looking at a culture and specifically the scene of a culture, then I need to look at the assemblages that belong to the scene (rather than what is merely obvious). This means that the magazine is part of an assemblage. The workshop is part of an assemblage. The racetrack is part of an assemblage. And so on. For example, on a diagrammatic level, the magazine is a technology of visibility on the scene and a technology of circulation that literally reduces and maintains certain multiplicities through expressive serial discursive acts.
Too much work…
Beers Without Borders. So I spoke to a whole bunch of people. Drank some beers. Lowered some borders. Well not quite. I just remembered that at some point in the night I offered a comparative reading of Derrida’s, Deleuze’s and Badiou’s respective conceptions of the event. I think it was after we had a conversation about using the “Best Subeditor in the World!” joke as a pickup line. Comparative readings of the philosophy of the event definitely do not serve as a good pickup line. I probably could’ve got away with it until I started using Bergsonian readings of Whitehead to explain Deleuze’s conception of the event. Laughing. Hard.
I was feeling a few lights short of a chandelier by the end of the night. So this was me at about 6:30.
James was cool, as always. It was nice to meet Myriam, Ele, and the dude from the UN youth thing and the woman that edited the xXx Test essay of mine in Philament. Phillipa from the CCR was there, shouts. A woman from autouni, missed her name. Also, the woman from UTS, I think, who I talked to about Selda’s work on the relatively recent gang rape cases in Sydney.
However, after all that I was extremely glad to have a drink as I had spent the afternoon walking around Kings Cross doing interviews. It is extremely tiring work and I was totally knackered after four 30-35 minute interviews. The interviews were for another project for which I have been hired. I think the list of short-term RA work on my CV is getting quite long.
Oh, and I have pledged to sign up to a new policy wonk think tank, the Centre for Policy Development. See what happens.
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