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Year View| Summary| Highlights| Month View| Tuesday 19 April 2005 (Day View)
19.04.2005 – Tuesday 19 April – The Interpreter
- • Today began too early, exacerbated by yesterday ending too late. PSYC1030 was its usual blatantly obvious self. I think Maz sums it up best – “first a lecture on mood disorders that women are more than twice as likely to have... then a lecture on sexism that tells me I can’t point that out...” I was actually quite annoyed by the propagandist assumptions; racism or women in the workplace, for example, may or may not be bad, but it is not the place of a psychology lecturer to teach that it is unconditionally bad, without any discussion, evidence, or proof – yet expect everything else to have some type of proof. I don’t care how politically incorrect an issue may be – unscientific and baseless assumptions have no place in a scientific course, particularly not when they’re used as the basis for other assumptions. I also forgot to give Maz a lead I had for him.
- • Maz and I bought our usual lunch from Chez Tessa before heading to our PSYC1030 tute, where we continued to keep our somewhat nefarious reputations going by turning up late with steaming hot food, skittles, strawberry milk and yoghurt, and blaming the distance to Chez Tessa for our lateness. At least Maz walked into the room first this time – eliciting a comment from the tutor that he’s not the sidekick today. I again forgot to give Maz a lead I had for him.
- • After filling out my timesheet for CSSE3004, reviewing our group’s draft project charter, wrecking our repository, and doing a bit more on our COMS4200 assignment, I felt the urgent need for a mindless movie. This was satiated by “The Interpreter”, which I saw at Indooroopilly with Raymond. The journey there was a little different – I chatted to three “secretaries”, also on their way to the movies, dressed à la stereotypical “porno movie” secretaries, and acting the part, but claiming to work at UQ. After the movie, which earned itself six Sahara’s, Maz came to get the lead I kept forgetting I had for him, and drove Raymond back to college and myself into Roma St, where I promptly forgot to give him the lead and caught the train home.
- Comment by Dog – Thursday 5 May 2005, 8:32 PM
- update, Ned. PLEASE. We're dying...
- Comment by Ned – Friday 6 May 2005, 3:08 AM