(30) Rock On

So, after the first day of being sick, where I wasn't really able to focus my eyes on anything much beyond the inside of my eyelids, I decided to watch discs 2 and 3 of 30 Rock Season One that I had on loan from BigPond.

Between erratic television scheduling and cracked discs, I've had a bit of difficulty watching 30 Rock in any kind of sustained way over its four seasons, and if that hasn't been enough for me to just give in and buy it, then it's finally been due to the program itself, or at least from what I've managed to watch of it this weekend, that henceforth I will be on the look out to buy 30 Rock, preferably on sale.

I haven't mentioned it here before, but this semester I'm convening a subject in a television degree, and there are so many moments in 30 Rock that just speak to the massive changes that television as a medium has undergone in the past decade or so that I think it would be remiss of me, as a television scholar, not to own it.

Just off the top of my head:

Jack Donaghy is the Head of West Coast Television and Microwave Programming for GE .

Liz Lemon explains to a colleague of TGS with Tracy Jordan that 'This is not HBO, it's TV'.

In one episode a webisode is featured. It consists of a character's entrance to a room and two spoken lines before the credits--longer than the webisode--roll.

There, in three brief instances, you have commentary on the industrial context of contemporary television, as well as aesthetic and technological developments. Brilliant.



Finally, I can't overlook the irony of my desire to buy 30 Rock on DVD.

The DVD has contributed to changes in television that have brought about this current crop of extraordinary television narratives; it's encouraged the production of texts that can bear repeat viewing.

So, that's why I'll buy the DVDs of this TV show, because I don't want to miss a single self-referential moment of this television sit-com about the production of a live television variety show. And then I'll want to watch every moment again.

A Portentous Soreness

I woke up this morning with a portentous soreness in my left inner ear. I took myself off to work thinking that the sooner I got some cold and flu fighting ingredients into me the better I'd be.

En route to change buses, I made a bee-line for a convenience store and bought something called breakfast juice that promised me 4 times the recommended daily intake of Vitamin C . Later I dropped into a chemist and bought some tablets which promised to shorten the life of my cold or flu or whatever it was that was rapidly spreading to give me a sore throat too.

Perhaps if I'd had the opportunity to rest today, I would've nipped this in the bud, but I had to teach and now I'm sniffling and sneezing and my teeth ache too. It's as if my body knew the Easter break was mere hours away and thought I wouldn't have enough to fill my days with.

Dear Body, I really do have quite enough to do already to fill in the next week or so. I have marking and reading and lecture planning and writing and, you know, general organisational stuff. Having to lie in bed and whimper between violent sneezes will really throw out my schedule. Yours, etc

Hello

Hey. It's been a slow old start to this blog this year hasn't it? Although I'm not sure I can lay claim to starting anything quite yet...

I've been meaning to drop in for a while, but yeah, things were a bit much at the end of last year and I really did take January and much of February to just get back on an even keel.
Extra medication helped. Sitting my friend's cat while she's overseas has helped. The start of the semester and gainful employment and an income has made things better too.

I won't attempt to fill you in on everything that's happened since I last posted--if you're really interested, I continued to capture the incessant minutiae of my existence on Twitter. I was just reminded tonight, when I attended a new book club that I've joined, that I never really intended to stop blogging.

At the book group we discussed Julie & Julia, the book, but also, inevitably, the film, and then we talked about bone marrow and artichokes and aspic and the apparent pleasures of vivisecting, if not killing lobsters and then, eventually, blogging.

So here I am, reminded of my blog. Hello.