Well, I'm in The Lou now. My first full day and i'm already bored. My mom and I went to the Galleria this morning so she could finish up her shopping, which she is now very proud of having accomplished. And then I went to Kaldi's in Kirkwood, which is located on the site of the dearly departed Target parking lot. Oh how times have changed.
What I'm really looking forward to is going to two churches on Saturday and then back to church again on Sunday. Seriously, I'm totally psyched about it.
Wednesday, December 21, 2005
Monday, December 12, 2005
Achoo!
I have a cold. But it's okay, I kind of like being sick sometimes. I feel like it's therapeutic to be sick. Like I'm really getting things done, sneezing and sniffling.
We went to a pretty little wedding this weekend at the Berkeley City Club. What stood out about it? I liked how we weren't harrassed by a pushy dj, rounded up and herded around the dance floor. I also appreciated the absence of a "videographer". The dj was a sweet, youngish asian dude, who played things like neutral milk hotel and the kinks. The bride and groom took their first dance to Dylan's "Takes a Woman Like You," which made me tear up all over the place.
Speaking of, I'm welling up left and right these days! A side-symptom of my cold or something more sinister? Who can say?
We went to a pretty little wedding this weekend at the Berkeley City Club. What stood out about it? I liked how we weren't harrassed by a pushy dj, rounded up and herded around the dance floor. I also appreciated the absence of a "videographer". The dj was a sweet, youngish asian dude, who played things like neutral milk hotel and the kinks. The bride and groom took their first dance to Dylan's "Takes a Woman Like You," which made me tear up all over the place.
Speaking of, I'm welling up left and right these days! A side-symptom of my cold or something more sinister? Who can say?
Thursday, December 08, 2005
All done . . . almost!
I just finished a paper for class. oh, it always feels so nice to be done. Even though I'm not. I still have to grade papers. But who cares? They can just grade themselves, that's what I say.
Now what should I do? I should start thinking about my Christmas vacation, to Sunny St. Louis and Broiling Brooklyn. Oh no! I can't think about it. I get too excited. I'm going to have so much fun. Doing what, you might ask. Nothing. Just, you know, chilling as they say. Seeing old friends and their smiley faces, bugging them with our lazy presences, kickin' off our boots and pestering them with silly questions. HAHAHA.
I'm turning thirty. My mom thinks that's gross. It is kind of gross. She's such a sweet mom. Grossly sweet.
Now what should I do? I should start thinking about my Christmas vacation, to Sunny St. Louis and Broiling Brooklyn. Oh no! I can't think about it. I get too excited. I'm going to have so much fun. Doing what, you might ask. Nothing. Just, you know, chilling as they say. Seeing old friends and their smiley faces, bugging them with our lazy presences, kickin' off our boots and pestering them with silly questions. HAHAHA.
I'm turning thirty. My mom thinks that's gross. It is kind of gross. She's such a sweet mom. Grossly sweet.
Wednesday, December 07, 2005
Monday, December 05, 2005
boots
I bought these boots on-line. I haven't gotten them yet, but I'm waiting on pins and needles. Will they fit? Will I like them? Oh, on-line shopping really puts the mystery back in impulsive purchases. (apparently you have to click on the question mark to view the boots.)
Thursday, December 01, 2005
end of the quarter
I finished my last section of the quarter today. I brought donuts, helped students with paper ideas and then let them be on their way. And they left the room all jolly and cute, and all the while I was dreading the day, a week from then, when I would be handed a heap of poorly written papers on Beloved.
How do you convince students, who don't appreciate the twists and turns of a good book, that Beloved is an important text. That its structure, with its "ambiguity," and non-linear chronology, with its images whose meanings aren't apparently obvious, all contribute to it as a story of slavery. Would a story that said, "slavery made Sethe kill her child," have been more acceptable to the readers that don't "feel like" following the text past its façade, working with it to help it create meaning? oh, how frustrating.
But do you know what I've really been thinking about these past few days? What's really been on my mind? Hmm, thread-counts and color schemes, orange rind or carmine? egyptian cotton or flannel? buckets or flutes? Not really. Not yet. But I'm getting curious!
How do you convince students, who don't appreciate the twists and turns of a good book, that Beloved is an important text. That its structure, with its "ambiguity," and non-linear chronology, with its images whose meanings aren't apparently obvious, all contribute to it as a story of slavery. Would a story that said, "slavery made Sethe kill her child," have been more acceptable to the readers that don't "feel like" following the text past its façade, working with it to help it create meaning? oh, how frustrating.
But do you know what I've really been thinking about these past few days? What's really been on my mind? Hmm, thread-counts and color schemes, orange rind or carmine? egyptian cotton or flannel? buckets or flutes? Not really. Not yet. But I'm getting curious!
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