of mice and creepy German men

The theme of todays meeting was snacks: Tim Tams and Shapes. And also cups of tea, alway tea. Our next meeting will be at the tea shop in town. Tea is our theme or team mascot or something.
Good god, is anyone else watching that crazy German man disect a cadaver on TV? It's gross and fascinating. And distracting. Can't talk about snacks any more. He just took the cadaver's skin off.

Anyway, I spent three days paralysed by stress after realising we have only two weeks till the panel. Finally this morning I started writing my introductory speech, which we read and discussed at todays meeting. The consensus was that it is going well, and much hilarity ensued as we discussed panel bios.

Oh. That German man on TV just pulled at the tendons in the arms and the cadaver's skinless hand moved. Where was I? Panel meeting. Right.
Also discussed: do we have time for a bake sale? I still don't know the status of that. If it goes ahead it will be on a Wednesday when I have class, anyway, so I would be less involved than the others.

I really enjoying meeting with the panel group. Our meetings are fun but we still get work done, seguing effortlessly between the context of Shakespeare and what we did on Friday night.
My biggest concern so far is that I am not a strong enough leader. As chair I am expected to have things planned and know where we're heading and I worry I let them down sometimes. Next meeting we will have a very rough run through our panel, just to see what we've got so far. Hopefully this will give us all more of a direction.

universal truths, or some such what-nots.

I am hopeful that a panel meeting went ahead today. I know that as chair of said panel I am meant to attend these things, but I left class early and went home. To die.
Perhaps die is a slight overstatement, but I am ill. I left Samira with a few things to discuss if in-class panel meeting happened (guest speaker plus countless presentations means there may not have been enough time for one), but basically, do we have time to organise bakesale? Perhaps we should just pay for venue and refreshments ourselves. It shouldn't be more than $15-20 per panel member.

In other news, a delightful benefactor posted me his copy of Pride and Prejudice, which arrived in this mornings mail. By the time we hold the panel I should hopefully be all read up on this Austen woman. Which is only appropriate given panel will discuss, among other things, her.
(Also in this mornings mail, a FREE PEN from Artline. Ho ho, hee hee.)

Now I must limp away to my death bed. By which I mean, go to sleep for the night.

I think I need a cocktail

Have just realised there are only 21 days until the panel.

Totally thought we had longer than that.
Gulp.

For those who don't know yet, it's on May 15, in the Tom Thumb room at Wollongong public library @ 7pm.
Yeah, be there, and WEAR YOUR PARTY SHOES. Or something.

textbox confessionals

A plea to those who may read this: do not throw stones when I make this confession. It's perfectly legal. I have done no wrong. It's no big deal. I'm sure lots of women have never read Pride and Prejudice, in fact I'm sure there are many women who have no desire to read Pride and Prejudice. I'm not alone in this. STOP JUDGING ME. I'll read it soon, okay?!

I'm glad we got that out of the way, even if I was lying about reading it soon. (I do, however, have the six hour BBC version on DVD, which I must watch by next week.) Normally, I wouldn't even bring it up, but in this case it is relevant, being one of the texts that will be discussed during the panel I am chairing and all. I finally made my confession to the girls today during a meeting, after listening to them spend twenty minutes fight for the honour of being the one to discuss the book in-detail. They took the news well, much better than I expected considering how many women out there are flat-0ut rabid fans.

Not that I'm disparaging of rabid fans, they are the reason we chose Pride and Prejudice as one of the texts for our panel. It's popularity fits with our examination of what makes a text long-lasting/popular. Choosing texts was really hard. The deadline is creeping up and we are still arguing over Virginia Woolf vs James Joyce in relevance to the topic. The Waves or Ulysses? A room of ones own or Portrait of an Artist?
Decisions, decisions.

In the meantime, anyone know any recipes for coconut ice? We're planning a bake sale to pay for the cost of venue hire and refreshments, those funds won't raise themselves.