Sorry to keep whining about the weather, but give me a break. I'm probably going to start growing gills soon. Just a quick post about nothing to say that uni assignments are keeping me seriously busy and camera woes are keeping my photos sadly unusable.
In other news, hot damn the Olympic opening ceremony was mind-blowing. Say what you like about its political leanings, but China can really organise. The sycronisation of the dancers was ridiculous. How adorable were those little girls? And the children of the 56 ethnicities? (I love me some PC pandering come Olympic season.) And how about those fireworks? (I'm guessing anyone on the organising commitee who dared to utter "carbon footprint" was dealt with swiftly and ruthlessly.) And don't even get me started on the slightly incongruous presence of one Sarah Brightman, who was sporting some intense hair extensions. The whole thing didn't even start until shortly after midnight here in New Zealand, and because we were roughly 3997th on the list of countries walking on I wilted before I got the chance to see them. Not that I was that bothered, I'm far more interested in seeing all the little countries that you only hear about at this time (ironically, I'm sure there are people out there saying "Oh yeah, New Zealand! You only ever see them at the Olympic opening ceremony!")
I got an A on an essay about the cultural relevance of the Spice Girls and their biography's contribution to social history. Somewhere in the ether my ten-year-old self is crying "VINDICATION!"
On a "no day but today" whim, and because it was much better value than in the shops, I bought myself the RENT coffee table book off Fishpond. It arrived on Wednesday, but I forced myself to keep it in its plastic shrinkwrap until after I submitted an essay due yesterday. It was worth waiting for - what a stunning book. Astounding photos, the full libretto, interviews, a real celebration of Jonathan Larson's work. I found out things I never knew (such as in the Life Support meeting scene, three of the characters are named for friends of his that died of AIDS) and saw photos that I never knew existed.
So, this weekend is going to be more or less dedicated to schoolwork, however, I might be able to fit some baking in there somewhere...