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Thursday, March 31, 2005
Xander: We bohemian anti-establishment types have always been persecuted. Oz: Sure, you're all so weird.
Ok, today's post is just an excuse to be able to post that last Buffy quote, which I find hilarious. Other than that, not much new going on. It's kind of fun to sit in on the Writing class--the freshmen are all so cute. Today they were all completely invested in convincing the instructor that art and literature are vital to society's survival and their own. The fun part is watching them try to rationalize that opinion when none of them actually read literature. You get things like, "I think literature is everywhere, like when you do stuff, and think about the world, the thoughts in your head, that's literature, and it's totally necessary."
Whatever.
Meanwhile, the instructor, who is a third-year M.F.A. student in the creative writing program for poetry, and who therefore knows the reality about exactly how much society values his career choice, is tearing his hair out in frustration. Hmm... Sad, in a quite funny way.
Also, somehow, although I've been on campus and going to classes, I don't quite feel like my spring break is over, nor like I should have to do homework of any kind. I'm more about drinking coffee and watching the rain these days. Also I'm about buying Old Navy holiday t-shirts after the holiday for $1.89. Yay for St. Patrick's Day.
Whatever.
Meanwhile, the instructor, who is a third-year M.F.A. student in the creative writing program for poetry, and who therefore knows the reality about exactly how much society values his career choice, is tearing his hair out in frustration. Hmm... Sad, in a quite funny way.
Also, somehow, although I've been on campus and going to classes, I don't quite feel like my spring break is over, nor like I should have to do homework of any kind. I'm more about drinking coffee and watching the rain these days. Also I'm about buying Old Navy holiday t-shirts after the holiday for $1.89. Yay for St. Patrick's Day.
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0 commentsWednesday, March 30, 2005
I don't even know what a tea cozy is, but I want one. --Buffy
8:20 a.m.
Is it just me, or has Blogger been pretty slow lately? I tried to get on yesterday and post, but it was taking forever to load, and I knew that whatever I typed out I would just lose anyway, so I gave up. Anyway, I'm back in Eugene, not quite in the full swing of the new term yet, but on the brink. I've met my mentor for my apprenticeship in a Writing 122 classroom, and it looks like we're going to get along well. I'm sure I'll learn a lot from him. My first normal class is in about 40 minutes--Arthurian Literature. Even more than last term (and much, much more than my first term) this term's classes are going to be about actual literature. In fact, I don't think I have to buy a single theory book, rejoice, rejoice.
Anyway, to go back in time (in a completely non-linear style that conflicts with my Abstract Sequential personality), I spent the last five days in Nampa and Boise. I stayed with Kandice and her mother, who is perhaps the most perfect hostess on earth. She let us make bead jewelry out of her extensive bead collection. I made a lovely anklet, which means I'll have to find a fancy occasion to wear it to, since it's a dress-and-high-heels kind of anklet. I also discovered The Rembrandt, a coffee shop/cafe that is straight out of a hip movie set. It's located in a small, old church building, and they've worked the cathedral-style windows, arched ceiling, and even pews into the design style. I had the most delicious coffee drink there, called "The Cat's Meow" and some yummy baklava. Christin, Kandice, and I decided that we needed to come back with a U-Haul and steal all the furniture, art, and especially the awesome lamps for our own apartments, but then we realized that U-Hauls aren't ideal for getaway cars, so we abandoned the idea.
Also, I saw Bride and Prejudice at the Flicks with Tammy, Anna, and Kandice (we saw Pride and Prejudice: A Latter Day Comedy together, and now it seems we can't resist seeing all and every movie version that random directors invent of the already perfectly captured book). It was a Bollywood musical, which means super cheesy songs, gorgeous costumes, and 1-dimensional characters and plot. Still, it was interesting, not to mention quite funny (though not always when it meant to be.) The next desecration will be the version coming out soon which stars Keira Knightly as Elizabeth. Of course we'll be compelled to go see it, despite the fact that no one can ever be Elizabeth like Jennifer Ehle nor Darcy like Colin Firth.
12:12 p.m.
Whew, I'm so lucky this post survived. I thought I had lost it this morning when I hit the "Publish" button and got an error page, and I was planning on coming back here to write a very irritated, very short post about why I wasn't posting and how much I hated Blogger when I found the entire post intact on my Edit page, so...here it is, a few hours later, but none the worse for wear. Also, I have to add that I saw a guy fall off his skateboard a few minutes ago and it was hilarious.
Is it just me, or has Blogger been pretty slow lately? I tried to get on yesterday and post, but it was taking forever to load, and I knew that whatever I typed out I would just lose anyway, so I gave up. Anyway, I'm back in Eugene, not quite in the full swing of the new term yet, but on the brink. I've met my mentor for my apprenticeship in a Writing 122 classroom, and it looks like we're going to get along well. I'm sure I'll learn a lot from him. My first normal class is in about 40 minutes--Arthurian Literature. Even more than last term (and much, much more than my first term) this term's classes are going to be about actual literature. In fact, I don't think I have to buy a single theory book, rejoice, rejoice.
Anyway, to go back in time (in a completely non-linear style that conflicts with my Abstract Sequential personality), I spent the last five days in Nampa and Boise. I stayed with Kandice and her mother, who is perhaps the most perfect hostess on earth. She let us make bead jewelry out of her extensive bead collection. I made a lovely anklet, which means I'll have to find a fancy occasion to wear it to, since it's a dress-and-high-heels kind of anklet. I also discovered The Rembrandt, a coffee shop/cafe that is straight out of a hip movie set. It's located in a small, old church building, and they've worked the cathedral-style windows, arched ceiling, and even pews into the design style. I had the most delicious coffee drink there, called "The Cat's Meow" and some yummy baklava. Christin, Kandice, and I decided that we needed to come back with a U-Haul and steal all the furniture, art, and especially the awesome lamps for our own apartments, but then we realized that U-Hauls aren't ideal for getaway cars, so we abandoned the idea.
Also, I saw Bride and Prejudice at the Flicks with Tammy, Anna, and Kandice (we saw Pride and Prejudice: A Latter Day Comedy together, and now it seems we can't resist seeing all and every movie version that random directors invent of the already perfectly captured book). It was a Bollywood musical, which means super cheesy songs, gorgeous costumes, and 1-dimensional characters and plot. Still, it was interesting, not to mention quite funny (though not always when it meant to be.) The next desecration will be the version coming out soon which stars Keira Knightly as Elizabeth. Of course we'll be compelled to go see it, despite the fact that no one can ever be Elizabeth like Jennifer Ehle nor Darcy like Colin Firth.
12:12 p.m.
Whew, I'm so lucky this post survived. I thought I had lost it this morning when I hit the "Publish" button and got an error page, and I was planning on coming back here to write a very irritated, very short post about why I wasn't posting and how much I hated Blogger when I found the entire post intact on my Edit page, so...here it is, a few hours later, but none the worse for wear. Also, I have to add that I saw a guy fall off his skateboard a few minutes ago and it was hilarious.
Labels: grad school, Nampa
0 commentsTuesday, March 22, 2005
I knew it! I knew it! Well, not in the sense of having the slightest idea, but I knew there was something I didn't know. --Willow (from Buffy)
So, I did it. I actually managed to get an A my Baroque class. Ah, I remember the days when it was a big deal to get anything lower than an A any of my classes. Now I'm ready to throw a big party that I managed one in two terms. That must mean that my Wesley paper was decent after all--or maybe the professor didn't read to the last page. Anyway, I'm happy because it pulls my GPA up from the danger zone the slightest bit. If I can manage one A per term, I should be set.
Anyway, enough of school. I have five lovely days left of my spring break. I think today I will perhaps get my hair cut. And I will go to Surefire and finish my bowl, which is green with pear blossoms on it. And tomorrow I will drive to Nampa, which will be a lovely long long drive of silence (since neither my car radio nor cd player are working anymore.) Ah, freedom...
Anyway, enough of school. I have five lovely days left of my spring break. I think today I will perhaps get my hair cut. And I will go to Surefire and finish my bowl, which is green with pear blossoms on it. And tomorrow I will drive to Nampa, which will be a lovely long long drive of silence (since neither my car radio nor cd player are working anymore.) Ah, freedom...
Labels: grad school, Nampa
0 commentsMonday, March 21, 2005
Whenever Giles sends me on a mission, he always says Please. And afterwards I get a cookie. --Buffy
Spring break is finally here! I made it, I survived, I did not spontaneously combust.
I did realize today that I probably turned in my baroque paper with a sentence something like this:
"Charles Wesley's levels of mysticism, contradiction, and _____." One of those places where I intended to come back and add a word, and apparently didn't. Of course, proofreading covers these mistakes, generally, but when you are still finishing the conclusion two minutes before you have to leave to go turn in the paper at 5pm, these mistakes happen. Oh well, what's done is done.
I have become seriously obsessed with Buffy the Vampire Slayer. Please don't start giggling all you non-fantasy, non-scifi snobs. I have never hidden the fact that I love fantasy and sci-fi--it just so happens that I also love other books and movies, which makes me not a fantasy-scifi nerd, just a regular nerd. Anyway, I was definitely sitting on the couch yesterday afternoon, bawling my eyes out at the end of season 2. I seriously cried for the last 5 or 10 minutes solid, and even into the credits. Yikes. The trouble is, they kill off major characters--ones you think can't die because they're too important to the show. It really throws me when they do that. If you're reading a book or watching a movie and a good character dies, you know that it is important for the ending, and there's a sense of closure and "rightness." With a TV show, you know that you are going to have to watch several more seasons without that wonderful character that you liked who was killed, so it makes the sense of loss much greater. Plus, Buffy is one of those shows, like Alias, where it is quite painful to identify with the main character because the screenwriters are so mean to her--everything that can possibly go wrong for her does, in the worst possible way. Anyway, there are five more seasons, four of which my Hollywood video does not have, so I'm going to have to find another way to access them. Because despite all my complaining, I will still watch the show through to the end. I can't help it now, I'm hooked. But in my defense, I will say that I was expecting the show to be a little bit lighter--actually, the first season was lighter; it's the second season where they really get you, after you've bonded with the characters. I don't actually go out and look for this kind of punishment. (Says the girl who just rented The Notebook).
So now I'm home for the week, working for three days and then going to Nampa for four. Unlike at Christmas break, I'm not really ecstatic to be done with the term, nor excited to go back, nor dreading going back. I'm just sort of nothing. Just tired. I'd like to lay on my couch for about three days (three more days, that is, since that's pretty much all I've done since Friday noon). And if my couch was facing a TV showing Buffy the Vampire Slayer, so much the better.
I did realize today that I probably turned in my baroque paper with a sentence something like this:
"Charles Wesley's levels of mysticism, contradiction, and _____." One of those places where I intended to come back and add a word, and apparently didn't. Of course, proofreading covers these mistakes, generally, but when you are still finishing the conclusion two minutes before you have to leave to go turn in the paper at 5pm, these mistakes happen. Oh well, what's done is done.
I have become seriously obsessed with Buffy the Vampire Slayer. Please don't start giggling all you non-fantasy, non-scifi snobs. I have never hidden the fact that I love fantasy and sci-fi--it just so happens that I also love other books and movies, which makes me not a fantasy-scifi nerd, just a regular nerd. Anyway, I was definitely sitting on the couch yesterday afternoon, bawling my eyes out at the end of season 2. I seriously cried for the last 5 or 10 minutes solid, and even into the credits. Yikes. The trouble is, they kill off major characters--ones you think can't die because they're too important to the show. It really throws me when they do that. If you're reading a book or watching a movie and a good character dies, you know that it is important for the ending, and there's a sense of closure and "rightness." With a TV show, you know that you are going to have to watch several more seasons without that wonderful character that you liked who was killed, so it makes the sense of loss much greater. Plus, Buffy is one of those shows, like Alias, where it is quite painful to identify with the main character because the screenwriters are so mean to her--everything that can possibly go wrong for her does, in the worst possible way. Anyway, there are five more seasons, four of which my Hollywood video does not have, so I'm going to have to find another way to access them. Because despite all my complaining, I will still watch the show through to the end. I can't help it now, I'm hooked. But in my defense, I will say that I was expecting the show to be a little bit lighter--actually, the first season was lighter; it's the second season where they really get you, after you've bonded with the characters. I don't actually go out and look for this kind of punishment. (Says the girl who just rented The Notebook).
So now I'm home for the week, working for three days and then going to Nampa for four. Unlike at Christmas break, I'm not really ecstatic to be done with the term, nor excited to go back, nor dreading going back. I'm just sort of nothing. Just tired. I'd like to lay on my couch for about three days (three more days, that is, since that's pretty much all I've done since Friday noon). And if my couch was facing a TV showing Buffy the Vampire Slayer, so much the better.
Labels: Buffy, grad school
0 commentsWednesday, March 16, 2005
Rood Giddance to the Rad Bascals
Page Count: 21, Useful Page Count: 8, Pages Needed: 23
Word that I couldn't say yesterday: Catholic
Words that came out of my mouth instead: Classolic, Cathlocist, Clathlist
Current brain rinsers: Buffy the Vampire Slayer, Finn Family Moomintroll (from which the title quote was pulled)
Things I'm going to do when my paper is done:
Rent Alias
Organize my bookshelf
Go bowling
Buy myself the Pink Martini cd
Hours that I will probably spend staring at a computer screen today: 15
Brand of coffee that will get me through: Tully's French Roast
Times I will have to go to the bathroom due to drinking too much coffee: 15
Word that I couldn't say yesterday: Catholic
Words that came out of my mouth instead: Classolic, Cathlocist, Clathlist
Current brain rinsers: Buffy the Vampire Slayer, Finn Family Moomintroll (from which the title quote was pulled)
Things I'm going to do when my paper is done:
Rent Alias
Organize my bookshelf
Go bowling
Buy myself the Pink Martini cd
Hours that I will probably spend staring at a computer screen today: 15
Brand of coffee that will get me through: Tully's French Roast
Times I will have to go to the bathroom due to drinking too much coffee: 15
Labels: meme
0 commentsFriday, March 11, 2005
"One reason that it is useful to look at Kant, Hegel, and Marx together is that they provide a model for a dialectical way of understanding dialectic." NOT a sentence you want to see on the first page of a 130 page selection on which you have to write an 8 page paper. That's all I have to say.
Also, I have an addendum to add to the previous post. I noticed yesterday afternoon that there were two nests in the heron tree, which is yet another reason why it would be wonderful to be a heron: they aren't territorial, so I could have all my friends living nearby--in the same tree, even!
Also, I have an addendum to add to the previous post. I noticed yesterday afternoon that there were two nests in the heron tree, which is yet another reason why it would be wonderful to be a heron: they aren't territorial, so I could have all my friends living nearby--in the same tree, even!
Labels: grad school
0 commentsThursday, March 10, 2005
If I were a bird, I would be a Blue Heron. I've been thinking this for some time, (so you know the decision has not been a rash one), because the other day I was rollerblading down the path along the Willamette and saw a heron standing on a rock in the middle of the river. And then today I was rollerblading to school again and saw two old people staring up at the top of a very tall tree with binoculars, and at the top of the tree was a nest, and in the nest was a heron. So if I were a heron, not only could I fly, but I could stand for hours upon end in the middle of a sparkling river and daydream, and I could live at the top of a very tall tree. Good life.
This post won't be very long because I've used up all my creative powers being a genius in my final Sacred Violence paper, which was due today. I took a character or two from almost every book, article, or movie used in the class and put them in a discussion together over such questions as "What is the meaning of suffering?" and "What does it mean to be a good person?" It was quite fun and in the end, a brilliant mix of comedy and insight, if I do say so myself. Hopefully my professor thinks so too...
This post won't be very long because I've used up all my creative powers being a genius in my final Sacred Violence paper, which was due today. I took a character or two from almost every book, article, or movie used in the class and put them in a discussion together over such questions as "What is the meaning of suffering?" and "What does it mean to be a good person?" It was quite fun and in the end, a brilliant mix of comedy and insight, if I do say so myself. Hopefully my professor thinks so too...
Labels: ambitions, grad school
0 commentsWednesday, March 09, 2005
So the other day I actually met (well, observed) someone who insisted on spelling her name Ann-without-an-E. I thought this was rather funny, since as any rational person knows, A-N-N looks "absolutely dreadful," but Anne-with-an-E "is quite distinguished." But this person insisted that her name was A-N-N and claimed that as a child she had even been sent home from school on occasion for insisting on this spelling. Hmm.
Last night was the last Sacred Violence class of the term. Although it's very (very very very) nice that this term is finally ending, I was sad to see the last of this class. The professor discussed the reading with us for about an hour, then took us all out to Rennie's for drinks. Which was very nice. I think all seminars ought to end that way. (And begin that way...and be that way all through the middle)
The lovely lovely weather just stretches on and on here in Eugene. I don't know if there have ever been so many beautiful days together in March in the whole history of Oregon weather. Every morning I wake up, open the shades, and expect to see rain and clouds, and every day I'm surprised to find the gorgeous weather has held on one more day. I'm wearing skirts to school. I'm not particularly stressed out, despite the fact that the paper-day count is down to 10. Perhaps I should have gone to school in Southern California; then I could be this happy all the time.
(Actually, though, I do like the rain. It's just the fact that this weather is coming in early March, when I had pretty much decided that winter would last forever, that makes it so wonderful.)
Last night was the last Sacred Violence class of the term. Although it's very (very very very) nice that this term is finally ending, I was sad to see the last of this class. The professor discussed the reading with us for about an hour, then took us all out to Rennie's for drinks. Which was very nice. I think all seminars ought to end that way. (And begin that way...and be that way all through the middle)
The lovely lovely weather just stretches on and on here in Eugene. I don't know if there have ever been so many beautiful days together in March in the whole history of Oregon weather. Every morning I wake up, open the shades, and expect to see rain and clouds, and every day I'm surprised to find the gorgeous weather has held on one more day. I'm wearing skirts to school. I'm not particularly stressed out, despite the fact that the paper-day count is down to 10. Perhaps I should have gone to school in Southern California; then I could be this happy all the time.
(Actually, though, I do like the rain. It's just the fact that this weather is coming in early March, when I had pretty much decided that winter would last forever, that makes it so wonderful.)
Labels: Eugene, grad school
0 commentsMonday, March 07, 2005
I found the most lovely rollerblade-friendly path from Springfield into Eugene, which drops me off right at the edge of campus. It is very convienient that I found it at this time, because the buses all went on strike today (well, ok, the bus-drivers), which means that parking will be even crazier than usual on campus. So this morning, I strapped on my blades, threw some flip-flops in my backpack and took a lovely riverside bike path into campus, thereby getting both my exercise and my dose of sunshine for the day. It was a good stress release as well, because...
...my sink overflowed this morning. It was the weirdest thing--I was sitting in my living room reading my homework, having taken a shower and all earlier; I walked back to my bathroom to do a last minute check before leaving for school, and stepped into an inch of water on the floor! This is not ok! Seriously, it happened within about 45 minutes, with me in the house at the time, suspecting nothing. I heard the water running upstairs, but did not realize it was running into my apartment. So I mopped it all up, thanking my lucky stars that I wasn't running late, and then called Bell Real Estate with my problem. Anyway, they got ahold of some plumbers, who will have it all tidily taken care of before I get home tonight. Let's hope. I still have to deal with my sopping towels, rugs and garbage basket, but if the floor is dry, I can manage.
Anyway, I'm beginning the final week of classes this morning, which brings the day-count for my seminar paper down to 12. Yikes! For those of you who don't know, I'm writing about Charles Wesley and the Baroque period. Exactly what I'm saying about those two concepts, I don't yet know. I do know that I have thousands of pages of books and articles stacked up in my apartment that I'm hoping will tell my what I'm going to say about them. I'll let you know how it goes.
...my sink overflowed this morning. It was the weirdest thing--I was sitting in my living room reading my homework, having taken a shower and all earlier; I walked back to my bathroom to do a last minute check before leaving for school, and stepped into an inch of water on the floor! This is not ok! Seriously, it happened within about 45 minutes, with me in the house at the time, suspecting nothing. I heard the water running upstairs, but did not realize it was running into my apartment. So I mopped it all up, thanking my lucky stars that I wasn't running late, and then called Bell Real Estate with my problem. Anyway, they got ahold of some plumbers, who will have it all tidily taken care of before I get home tonight. Let's hope. I still have to deal with my sopping towels, rugs and garbage basket, but if the floor is dry, I can manage.
Anyway, I'm beginning the final week of classes this morning, which brings the day-count for my seminar paper down to 12. Yikes! For those of you who don't know, I'm writing about Charles Wesley and the Baroque period. Exactly what I'm saying about those two concepts, I don't yet know. I do know that I have thousands of pages of books and articles stacked up in my apartment that I'm hoping will tell my what I'm going to say about them. I'll let you know how it goes.
Labels: grad school
0 commentsTuesday, March 01, 2005
One positive thing about working in the writing lab is the opportunity to vent to Haley about my issues with graduate school and get absolute empathy. Neither of us knows what "graduate level analysis" means exactly; neither of us knows how one can produce a "publishable" seminar paper on a topic not in our field of study with less than two weeks to research and compose; both of us wonder how second and third year students come up with the comments that they do in class and whether we will ever be as smart as them; and finally and most importantly, we have both recently fantasized about getting a job at a video store (coming to work at ten, leaving at six, end of story--sounds like paradise to me!) Actually, this morning I was sitting at Starbucks, drinking coffee and wondering what I'm doing in graduate school, and I looked up to see the Starbucks girl washing the glass door. And I thought, I could do that. I would like to do that. It would require no thinking, analysing, dissecting, interpreting, evaluating, translating, or explicating. Just squirt and wipe, squirt and wipe. How calming, how soothing, how easy. Squirt and wipe, squirt and wipe...
Labels: ambitions, writing lab
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