and another thing…

I love that notion of writing your name on the very first page of a new book. Finishing it and pronouncing “THIS IS THE BEST THING I HAVE EVER READ” then grabbing the nearest human in order to declare that they must read this prose or else their life will forever be incomplete.

It’s the same as films and magazines and pictures and poems and articles and songs. The sharing of passions and interests and confusion and knowledge. I’m inspired by the latest craze and the newest obsession. It’s interesting. I love powerful images, a single image that makes you think, do a double take or simply look at it for that three seconds longer before you swipe, scroll or click away.

I’m not consumed by just film or novels or social media or the news, I’m interested in all things that grab my attention. Here are a few images that have made me think

And it begins… First Media Class, 2 March 2015

Day one of Uni done and dusted. Find all my classes. Check. Make at least one new friend. Double check. Cope with information overload. Check (anyone heard of this new drink called coffee?). Become super excited with my Media class and first project. Major check. Simultaneously die from confusion and worry. Check. Lose/have wallet stolen. Check mate. Ahh Uni, what a first impression you have made.

Media 1 hey? Your going to be quite the interesting individual aren’t you? If my first meeting with you is anything to go by, one moment I’ll be drowning in uncertainty and in the next you’ll have me running to my notepad inspired. Or perhaps that’s just the beginning of our relationship.

I too am heading into the unknown, taking on this course with full knowledge that today’s society has an obsession that verges on crazy with the media. So here I am with not much direction except a passionate attitude and a love of human nature and all its characteristics and intricacies. I shall delve into this year with a pen in hand, laptop in the other and a baffled look on my face.

Since this has turned into a self pep talk, I shall sign off by telling myself that you go Glen Coco, you go.

 

Everyone sits and types and pretends they know what they’re doing.