Conundrum/I was looking for a pair of blue jeans today…
It’s Saturday evening and once again I’m forced to decide whether or not I should work on my thesis. The problem is I’ve lost a great deal of inspiration to really get started on it. I would blame the fact that my thesis mentor, who is absolutely wonderful and understanding, gives too loose a schedule for me to work with since I lack discipline. Not to mention, the collective sloth efforts (or lack of, rather) of my batch who is undergoing the second stage of thesis writing is not helping my situation. I know I’ve been mentioning my thesis here and there and how awesome it is, though frankly a lot of my research has just involved flicking through images and images of protest artworks and saving them. As far as reading is concerned the most I have done is re-read Gramsci’s theory just to quadruple check that his theory is applicable for my thesis.
Right now I’m actually reading up on Jean-Jacques Rousseau since I’ve been asked to make a poster (and get extra credit for French class, or so I hope) in commemoration of his 300th birthday. I bought myself some really lovely and thick watercolor paper just for the task. Php 215 down the drain, but I believe it was well-spent. I swear, if you ever consider painting to be more than just a hobby, don’t skimp out and buy cheap shit. Spending on good-quality materials is always the way to go. Oh, and speaking of putting money down the drain I went out to East Wood today and came back with these lovelies:
Persepolis 2: The Story of a Return by Marjane Satrapi
I’ve been dying to watch the animated film version of the graphic novels but I have held it off because I wanted to read the story first. I bought the first back sometime late last year. I only had enough moolah to get one of the books so I wasn’t able to buy the second volume at the time (and there was no way in hell that I wanted to get the compiled reprint which has the movie poster for a cover).
Chicken With Plums (also) by Marjane Satrapi
I had a feeling at the back of my head that I would regret not getting another one of Marjane Satrapi’s works now and end up searching for this months later (just like I did with Persepolis 2). The cover is beautifully minimalist as without the jacket it is merely the figure slightly off-center behind the plum background. Having a plum-colored graphic novel is quite cool, you guys.
Wormwood Gentleman Corpse Vol. 2 – It Only Hurts When I Pee by Ben Templesmith
If any of you guys know about Wormwood know that I love you a septillion times over and your atoms mean the world to me because I love, love, LOOOOVE Wormwood. ❤ I have been looking for the second and third volumes of Ben Templesmith’s zombie-fantasy-thisisawesomeholycrap comic for ages. And when I mean ages I mean years. I swear, I think I bought the first volume way back early during my first year in college if not before then (which means before I knew a lot of cool people I know now). Anyway, when I saw this I died because I gave up on finding this beauty after a year and a half. Seeing this book after a year and a half of asking bookstore clerks (who either don’t know what the hell I’m talking about or take me to a section that has Templesmith’s 30 Days of Night comic) was as pleasant as getting a 4.0 in a class I constantly cut.
War Child Heroes’ The Ultimate Covers Album
Beck’s doing Dylan
The Kooks are doing The Kinks
Yeah Yeah Yeahs are doing The Ramones
Franz Ferdinand doing Blondie
There was absolutely no way I could not buy this album. Also the CD’s part of this charity project of this organization called War Child. The charity’s going out to protect marginalized children in war conflicted parts of the globe. Good music for a good cause, very awesome deal.
With regards to the title of this post, the story is I was dead set on buying myself a decent-fitting pair of blue jeans. I have clearly failed and opted to buy other wonderful things. I’ll probably try again tomorrow. Hurr.
So, once again on this Saturday evening I am faced with this image before me:
And yes, I am wondering if I should really do thesis now that I have a pile of graphic novels next to me, good tunes, gingerbeer, and this creative itch in me concerning that Rousseau poster.
…yeah, probably end up with the same image tomorrow evening. Probably.