word-dazed late-night post

[devi]

I am in Oxford, it's freezing hard outside and there's a funny yellow moon. I have finally broken 25,000 words (with the help of a small Totoro and Winston the orange cat) and I am jubilant. I know it's 2am and I should go to bed. Instead I am going to have a glass of wine and watch Galaxy Quest. Hurrah!

I wrote to one of my old DCU lecturers today, asking him if he'd give me an academic reference for the coming job-hunt. He just mailed back saying he's left academia, and sorry - but he remembers me, and my thesis topic, and wishes me luck. This has made me sad and happy at the same time - happy he remembers me and sad that he's no longer blowing students' minds. He was unhinged and brilliant, obsessed with mythology and collective consciousness and poetry, had a glorious disregard for teaching anything practical or careery, and had a huge impact on me. It's taken me the last eight years to figure out the full meaning of some of the stuff he taught. I should tell you about him some time, when I'm feeling more coherent.

But now, wine and cat-on-lap and film and bed.

Comments

[otterylexa.livejournal.com]

I can't really see why having left academia means he can't give you a reference; he taught you, he remembers you, he can write a letter and say so, surely?

[hairyears.livejournal.com]

But now, wine and cat-on-lap and film and bed.

Sounds like heaven!