Inspiration

I have a class at university. It is a digital video class and I frequently look forward to this class because although I find the content overwhelming, the tutor is a dynamo.

He is a director and I have never met anyone, ever, who is so passionate about anything. His 'thing' is cinema....not film...cinema. I get to class with a smile on my face everywhere in apprehension of the inspiration he's going to install in me in regards to my 'future' in producing film. I haven't the heart to tell him that I'm not like all the other people in my class who are all first year film students, I'm the dreaded journo student among the ranks so I can't share in his excitement for our collective cinematic futures. But I can share in his excitement for cinema in general. And for creativity. I started something today that I have been meaning to do for ages because of him. And he'll probably never know that it was basically down to him and I'll forever be slightly indebted to him for it. Even if nothing ends up coming of my endeavour I still have him to thank for making me get off my fat ass and starting it. I might tell him one day. Probably not though.

He always asks us at the start of class what movies we've seen lately and for the first few weeks I had been crazy slack in movie watching so I had nothing. All the other film-buffs in the class had cool movies to boast about and I sat quietly cursing that I hadn't watched anything cool enough to mention. Finally one week I sucked it up and told him I'd watched Contact (for a science class but also because it reminds me of being a little girl) and he didn't let me down. He liked Contact as much as I did. I told him another one today. He liked it too. He's a good man.

Although this little writ is very dull, I wanted to make a note to myself that inspiration doesn't always have to be monumental. It can be as much as watching someone else get super pumped about something and just wanting to be that super pumped about something as well.

I'm exhausted. Standing in a room full of white people bopping to hip hop (most of whom are fairly boozed) is full on. Good though. When you've got a highlight to look forward too though.

I now have less than 6 hours to sleep and not much else to say. A weekend of science journalism awaits. Fuck yes.

Picture note: I'm going to Brooklyn in just under 4 months. Jay-Z you better not hide cos I'm coming to find you.