creativity/machine

So last night saw me at the opening of Brisbane’s Bollywood Masala film festival at the Dendy, which kicked off with the very well-known Main Hoon Na. I ask you, what more could you want in a Bollywood film - witty, self-referential, and seething with intertextuality, and packed to the rafters with military heroes, action-adventure, romance, magic, teen comedy, tear-jerking melodrama, and of course very big musical numbers with very hot bodies and *very* sexy dancing.

While this was v. fun (how could it not be?), it’s all work and no play for me for the next couple of weeks while I wrestle with linguistic chaos to produce a PhD confirmation document that will do the job. And write a few lectures and so on - you know the drill at this time of year. So on the blog front, expect lame links and strange, slightly insane mutterings for a little while, rather than the fine, measured prose you’ve come to expect.
And by the way, if it weren’t for The Necks, I’d feel even less capable of taming the anxiety attacks that always come with ‘real’ writing.