Its hard this not working in an office thing...

..as I never seem to make time to write anything.

As mentioned before, life just seems to take you away when you are not sitting in the same chair for 8 hours a day with the only comforts you have being: the internet, coffee, the window and perhaps the occasional mocking of a colleague. Freedom means a greater choice of what to do with ones time and for me, sitting in front of a computer is not it. Thats why I don't do digital photography as I like to 'get my hands dirty' metaphorically speaking. In reality, cameras are quite clean...unless you touch a greased part.

Anyway, I am in the library again and thought I would do some posts whilst I have a well deserved break from dissertation reading. I am now on my third book since Saturday and my brain is begining to hurt a bit. Its all quite interesting but reading a 280 page academic book on teh representation of landscape in England through photography is enough to deliver a serious head blow to anyone. Unless they are a critic. Or a fool. Or just weird.

The dissertation is a necersary evil I guess. Part of me likes to argue that it is put into art courses to make them appear academic so as to earn the title of a degree. That is true in part I think and ultimately, I don't care what title they give me at the end of my three years as it is the three years that counts. However, on the other hand, the research is quite valuable. What I have read so far has certainly put my practice into context and made me think about how I am going to express myself this year, so thats all good. Its just the volume of reading and writing that fucks with my conciounce as ultimately I came to Uni to take photos and not to write some 8000 word text that nobody is going to really give a shit about and will not be breaking any new ground and to get a good mark for I will be forced to write like I am some sort of beurgoise idiot who gets a partial stiffy whenever I get to use words like Juxtoposition and Semiotics and Signified and Signified and all that guff.

Who else thinks that stiffy is not used enough? I forgot what a funny word it was.

By the way, I have bought a camera. Sort of anyway, should be collecting it at the end of the week sometime. It cost me the princly sum of £550! I think Photography is one of those things that they just add a few hundred pounds to the price of anything if it has 'photography' in its title. A camera is just a box that doesn't let light in with a few windy bits and a lens is just some glass with a quite clever but very old design adjustable apeture. Why do they cost so much? The same reason why anything with Yaught, Wedding or Fudge do thats why.

I made up fudge, in fairness that is relatively cheap considering the delicious reward and nourishment it provides.

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