The Search for Midnight Inspiration
It’s a quarter to 1 a.m., and I’m scanning through all of my favorite travel articles in a desperate hunt for inspiration. I have to write a “walking journal,” based on the day my Representing 18th Century London class took a trot around the city. There are no real regulations for the format—assignments can be handed in typed, handwritten, or on CD-rom.
The only bar for evaluation? That it’s well-written.
It doesn’t leave too much guidance on how to do this assignment, other than the vague notion of doing it well.
Since I’ve spent much of the last three months with my nose pushed into the crevices of travel guides, I initially thought I’d give a go at the genre myself. Nix on using Frommers as my muse, though. Modeled instead on the book Paris Out of Hand, I wanted to use the guide to represent a sort of exaggerated psychological response to the sites—perhaps brushing the point of satire.
The assignment is only 1500 words, though, not long enough to develop enough of a connection between the sites in that format.
Mmm, well, I have a few days for this at least.
Other than that, today we went shopping at Tesco in preparation for our Thanksgiving dinner on Thursday. As many as 15 people are coming, so we bought enough food to make turkey, marshmallow sweet potatoes, stuffing, pumpkin mochi, green bean casserole, garlic mashed potatoes, peas, and corn. And of course, rice. Chrissy was a real champ and carried the frozen turkey on the tube all the way home. My backpack, meanwhile, was loaded up with a 5 kg sack of potatoes. Shann had a masher and meat thermometer in her satchel. We’re all hoping it’s going to be worth it.
I realized today that I forgot to post the picture of the hot and sour soup noodles. Sorry about that! Here it is, even if belatedly.
In the meanwhile, you can pray for this silly walking journal…
The only bar for evaluation? That it’s well-written.
It doesn’t leave too much guidance on how to do this assignment, other than the vague notion of doing it well.
Since I’ve spent much of the last three months with my nose pushed into the crevices of travel guides, I initially thought I’d give a go at the genre myself. Nix on using Frommers as my muse, though. Modeled instead on the book Paris Out of Hand, I wanted to use the guide to represent a sort of exaggerated psychological response to the sites—perhaps brushing the point of satire.
The assignment is only 1500 words, though, not long enough to develop enough of a connection between the sites in that format.
Mmm, well, I have a few days for this at least.
Other than that, today we went shopping at Tesco in preparation for our Thanksgiving dinner on Thursday. As many as 15 people are coming, so we bought enough food to make turkey, marshmallow sweet potatoes, stuffing, pumpkin mochi, green bean casserole, garlic mashed potatoes, peas, and corn. And of course, rice. Chrissy was a real champ and carried the frozen turkey on the tube all the way home. My backpack, meanwhile, was loaded up with a 5 kg sack of potatoes. Shann had a masher and meat thermometer in her satchel. We’re all hoping it’s going to be worth it.
I realized today that I forgot to post the picture of the hot and sour soup noodles. Sorry about that! Here it is, even if belatedly.
In the meanwhile, you can pray for this silly walking journal…
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