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PERSONAL REFLECTION ON BRIGHTON'S PROJECT

On this blog, I tried to convey a sense of what my "living" has been during the realization of this project on Brighton. Luckily or unfortunately, since I was appointed as copywriter for the WikiProject, I wrote everything nice which came up to my mind directly on the wiki instead of writing it here. Please consider those lyrics as part of my understanding and feeling of the project (all the written parts - a part from "the clicks" page, are written by me). In case you didn't, have a look at our phantomatic project:

http://lccp0801.pbwiki.com/THE+PROJECT

However, in this posting I want to include my personal reflection on the whole process, from start to end.

Well, I could say I learnt what psychogeography is, and some very useful digital skills. I discovered I am able to spend 3 hours on a layout, add a comma. Then spend another 3 hours and a half in the afternoon and take it off. I would have never said I enjoy working with a computer so much. I am seriously considering of going towards this direction after my undergraduate studies (but I think it's too late.. I have a wonderful friend which studies Computer Sciences and struggles with calculus and matrix all day long: he makes me bite the dust. And think maybe it's better if I keep reading Heidegger and Schopenhauer).

But saying just this would be a platitude. I think I learnt more than that: which were the obstacles? First of all, the most difficult thing of all has been for me the team-working part. I am not used to work in groups and usually hate it as much as the other members hate to be in group with me: I am too stubborn, too focused on my own perception of things and my ideas and tastes. Sometimes I think I tend to be arrogant. During this course I learnt to be more flexible. And well, re-reading the last 2 sentences I just discovered I also learnt to be a little auto-critic. Nice! :)

What worked well? I could say that everything worked well, a part some misunderstandings caused by practical disorganisation. We also managed to finish the construction of the website one week in advance. The only thing we could improve next time is the task-assignment. We should be more focused on which our specific responsabilities are but... what should I say? (At least this way I was able to decide most of the things just according to my taste, and enjoyed it, hoping the other members of the group haven't dreamt of smothering me during the night too much).

I liked creating a wiki a lot: it means, in fact, "exposing" oneself to the immense world which is Internet. I never did it before, and I think I will start keeping my personal blog even after the completion of this course.

Going to Brighton has been the right thing. I didn't pay attention to a lot of facts and figures, I know, but concentrated on his spirit on purpose. So, I took a map and drew on it the journey my heart and my head made, while my feet where walking around the city. Cause I know you don't really care about the foot, do you.

Unless you are fetish, of course.

I really hope you enjoy our project as much as we did.
Click on the map to enlarge it.

הסופ

Thank you.

Elena

Behindologisms

Yes. I proudly filled in another page of my personal World Guinness Records book today.

Page 4.
Between George W. Bush (which is officially appointed as The man with the-most-similar-gaze-to-a-pigeon-I-have-ever-seen-in-my-life Of The World, and the Pakistan obese guy who owns the 24h shop on the corner of my street, which proudly owns the record for the most goldbejewelled-human-hand-which-doesn't-belong-to-Medjugorje's-Holy-Mary of the World:

I saw The Man with the Weirdest Eyebrows of the Solar System. They curled up on their own in the middle!!

Nevermind.

I would have rather played doctor with Edward Scissorhands than going home with this cold outside, but..here I am. The only thought I still have to write an essay on The American Imaginary of Native Americans is fucking me over. (I guess I could have said this in a more elegant way)

Can I do it on Pocahontas? Why a whole exam on Americanisms?

Maybe I just have a distorted perception of the States.

These years may have been an exception. After almost a decade of the-man-with-the-most-similar-gaze-to-a-pigeon-of-the-world leadership we finally came to a turning point: Obama and McCain.

Come on, who would you have expected to win? I was thrilled.

On one side him. Beautiful, charming, smiling, clever, whatever. And tanned. Love at first sight.

And on the other a drooly old chap who was campaigning with a If I win then good, if I don't I'll go back home to smoke some weasels out written on his forehead.

But Supernigga won. I look at him and feel some hope. Can't help it. I look at his charismatic perfection and think about a sort of Supernigga messiah. Save us all, please. Tell me that we can.

He won America, the country of obese and madmen, CSI and Paris Hilton.

He won the country which can still be that America. The one I can't remember.

He won the world, for now.

What should I say? Maybe because I am a pessimist, a nihilist. Maybe because I love Karl Kraus so much and I am a fucking Behindolog. But while everybody enjoys I shiver. And think about thinking, and who will save the world next time.

We have too many expectations. After all he's just a man. After all, Montaigne was right.

Even on the highest throne in the world, we are still sitting on our ass.

2.09. Goodnight folks.

I'm writing this here just because i need to copy some html stuff but it belongs in fact to our wiki.
So never mind.


A poem is a city filled with streets and sewers
filled with saints, heroes, beggars, madmen,
filled with banality and booze,filled with rain and thunder and periods of
drought, a poem is a city at war,
a poem is a city asking a clock why,
a poem is a city burning,a poem is a city under guns
its barbershops filled with cynical drunks,
a poem is a city where God rides naked
through the streets like Lady Godiva,
where dogs bark at night, and chase away
the flag; a poem is a city of poets,
most of them quite similar
and envious and bitter…
a poem is this city now,
50 miles from nowhere,
9:09 in the morning,
the taste of liquor and cigarettes,
no police, no lovers, walking the streets,
this poem, this city, closing its doors,
barricaded, almost empty,
mournful without tears, aging without pity,
the hardrock mountains,
the ocean like a lavender flame,
a moon destitute of greatness,
a small music from broken windows…

a poem is a city, a poem is a nation,
a poem is the world…

and now I stick this under glass
for the mad editor’s scrutiny,
the night is elsewhere
and faint gray ladies stand in line,
dog follows dog to estuary,
the trumpets bring on gallows
as small men rant at things
they cannot do.

Idle Post

I am fainting on the keyboard. It's 3.14. Can't take it anymore for today.
I am trying to do as much as I can to make this project BEAUTIFUL. Yes, beautiful, first of all.
Just had a look around and think it is. I edited the layout of all the pages, changed fonts, colours, tabs, contents, wrote new things and edited old ones. It took me a lot.. You don't really realize how time passes when you are in front of a computer! It just flies away.
I love our project, I love our group and I love its members. However, I just noticed something that frustrates me a little: other's frustration, basically. Arisen from lack of communication, as long as I came to understood. I will never ever criticise somebody's else personal feelings. As Voltaire said, "I don't agree with what you say, but I would die for you to say it".
It is just that, before getting frustrated because of lack of communication, (which probably has occured and I am the first one to apologize in case I made any mistake), I would have a quick look at the Wikiproject chronology page. Who did what. Nothing more to say.
I hate myself when I become polemic because there's no need to.
We are a very productive group, prefectly balancing the Apollineum and Dionisiac.
The Clicks will rock this digital media class. :)
Tomorrow I'll manage to finish the writing for the whole project. If somebody dares scoulding me cause I didn't finish it all yet I warn: I'll bite. Just cause I probably would have if each.....
Goodnight! Or goodmorning I should say....:P

Mysteries

Voilà!
My computer gets emotional sometimes. Now he (..yes, I assume the computer is definitely male and the printer definitely female) categorically refuses to upload the Brighton photo and the last sentence I wrote on our ProjectWiki frontpage.

Why? He probably doesn't like them.
They are there (cause when i try to edit they ARE SO THERE), but as soon as I visualize the page back....they disappear. I'll record the whole process and send a videotape to X-files. Together with an other one of me putting carefully two pink socks in the washing machine (one per hand), programming it, waiting for it to finish, and duly pulling out a single pink sock.

The other one? Nowhere. Disappeared. Literally. The washing machine must devour them. They probably just tear the very fabric of space and time and end up in another parallel dimension. Together with my Brighton picture, I guess.

And oh, my low-carb diet intentions.

Anyway. I still don't feel completely Ok. I am a little dizzy, but I guess it's just another Essaystress symptom. It's spreading the world like fire, you know.
I need. To. Focus. On. The project. So this time, I swear, I will procrastinate later.
I want to try to be poetic, but am afraid of forgetting facts and figures. It has always been my Achilles' heel.. I'll to go to Uni, have a tutorial for the music essay with Prof. Adrian..and then come back, try to convince my pc those pics ain't this bad in the end, and write. Write this mess I have in my head down. A sort of Joycean Stream of Consciousness. Or in this particular case Uncosciousness, I'd say.

See you later.
(Oh dear heaven..who am I talking to?!)

The White Rabbit

The flu is not getting any better, but I'll manage to survive.. Afterall I'll live forever.
Or at least I'll die trying.

Tonight I already risk to get an overdose from that funny German medicine my cousin brought from the dark heart of Switzerland with love. I had never heard of it before, but it supposed to be working properly.

I mean, the blue tiny winged pig here next to me just told me it shouldn't have any side effect. So let's wait.

In the meantime I'll work on the pictures a bit, reorganize them, eventually edit them, create a hidden story within them. I will have to think think think..in order to write write write.
The project waits.
I told you I would have made the pink notebook bleed ink.

Errata Corrige folks, it's me the only thing bleeding here, while I write.

Stop looking at the words. Everybody does. Look the blank space between them. Read that silence. I swear it takes your breath away.
But the project waits.

ps..I feel funny. The blue pig flew away and now i just see.. I just hear.. Oh, I'm sorry. I have got to follow the white rabbit.
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