If I could, then I would,
I'll go wherever you will go,
Way up high or down low,
I'll go wherever you will go ..
We just had a seminar with two of the staff from our German department who are professors. Paul Cooke and Stuart Taberner. They're googleable, their list of books is longer than my lifes achievements. It was actually a really awesome seminar with lots of debating and shit, although it did just reinforce just how depressingly clever people can be and made me feel like a spaz.
In the first half, we were looking at pictures of corpses being cleared up in Auschwitz and bodies piled up after the firebombing of Dresden, debating what it meant to be a victim and what defined a clear-cut perpetrator. We had an hour of being mindfucked in this way, mainly involving us saying stuff which we thought sounded clever, usually followed by Stuart handing out shovels for us to dig our way out with. In the end, after some pretty good debating, we'd got to the point that we were just shouting out agreements to his logical sounding arguments until he pointed out that we'd all pretty much just relativised the Holocaust and made it sound acceptable. Don't fuck with professors.
I also managed to work in that I didn't like Pearl Harbor. Not everyone was impressed with that.
And now I'm back in the Bragg cluster, which has probably absorbed a part of me into it's permanent memory, because Kellie's writing an essay on a film and is waiting for me to post stuff about my life to distract her at the end of every paragraph she writes. The best part is, she's trusting me to hand the essay in for her tomorrow because she's cavorting around in London ill.
DISCLAIMER: Contrary to popular belief, Kellie is not scouse.
