Reading week finally, and I feel like I can breathe again. Although I know this is but an illusion because it's not called
reading week for no reason. Day 1: figuring out Hegel and his obscure meanings. Not too bad a start, actually, just need to sit down and concentrate. There are just so much readings on this nebulous thinker. And the course structure is such that it probably wouldn't hurt to just give him a miss. But what I've read so far (very little) does intrigue me and so I will keep on keeping on.
The weather has taken a turn for the worse, as if it knew it was November and suddenly everything is cold. The biting cold makes everything a little more miserable than it really is. (is this grammatical?) but things have been steady, and nothing terrible has happened, but the past few weeks have been completely abject and upsetting, just by the lack of sunlight.
In fact, things have been quite good, because i've been getting brainwaves and sudden bouts of creativity and have started playing with the idea of painting my Diana camera again. And also considering binding my own notebooks... it's actually easier than it seems and can be done with little cost in the long run. Really worth considering there. I've added the link to this awesome handbound journal-making duo
five and a half who are based in Brooklyn. I've seen some of their work, and i think the notebooks are quite awesome, just that i'm not too fond of the binding style they've used. in any case, the blog is lovely and exciting too. There's a real sense that something is being built: a cottage industry, or maybe slowly, an empire.
This is something that interests me a lot, the idea of creating something, building it, growing it. Which is why I suspect I wouldn't be able to stay long in the legal profession even though I know I definitely want to be a lawyer after I graduate.
Unfortunately it's only at night that I get these brainwaves and the motivation to create wanes after a good night's sleep. In the day more rational thoughts take over, like a shortening deadline and such and such, and then the day is inundated with mundane things commands like eat! buytoothpaste! toiletpaper! dishes! Ugh. daytime and its unromantic emergencies.
I wish a break like READING WEEK weren't so loaded with meaning and expectation like it is now. I can't think of anything that would make me feel better besides a pair of new shoes and/or a new dress, but that will have to wait until I finish reading the handouts. BAH. I would really like a day out to go shooting as well but this too shall have to wait in the wings while I reassume my role as a proper law student.
After all, we can't all be on holiday.