I have, for the last month-and-a-bit, been steadily working on a proposal for a small cluster of iMacs to grace the UPSU Media Suite. I'm just proof-reading and editing a "not-quite-final" draft, which is - at the moment - exactly 20 pages long.
This is my first serious attempt at a proposal since I tried to get a house music night going in my second year (three years ago then, for those of you who can't be arsed with the maths). That proposal - much like an excessively tanned 40-something ex-model - looked great from a distance, but it was soon picked apart by the bods whose job it was to ... well, pick it apart, I guess.
This time, I'm doing my best to take no chances; if the proposal doesn't get through before July, it won't be possible to get it back to the table until the start of the next academic year, scuppering any chance of being able to set up the machines and create a training and use program so we know how to use them for Pugwash, Purple Wednesdays, Pure:FM, etc. It doesn't sound like much, but I really really don't want to start my year in office scrabbling around to get these machines working while Pugwash writers, Pure:FM tech team members, and anyone else foolish enough to get involved in UPSU Media next year, wait for me to finish faffing about so they can actually do some work with these shiny new machines.
I'm proofing page 15 at the moment, and I'm starving, so I'm going to knock together a quick spaghetti bolognese using... Well, whatever's left in the cupboard from last week, and hopefully by the time I get back, the Proposal Fairy will have dropped by, edited my work, updated the proposal on my laptop, and left me a servant as well (the bedroom needs hoovering apparently - carpets, I'm reliably informed, aren't supposed to "crunch"...).
Tomorrow I'm off to meet the University directorate; I wonder how long it'll take me to upset them? ;o)
Tarrah :o) /al
