Monthly Archives: September 2012

quick shout

Nuit Blanche is this weekend and I have one chapter’s worth of logic exercises to do. This is going to be a hectic weekend because I have to work friday, saturday, and sunday – so tonight is really the only homework time I have.

SO, this is my way of saying I haven’t forgotten the blog, life is just taking over for a couple of days.

PS. anthro is FASCINATING, no joke. I have the best prof…. GAH


manners

people have got to learn them! I’m encountering a particularly bad case at work. I teach on the side and there is one private student who is unable to stick to a schedule. Granted, she is an athlete, so I am giving her some leeway – but her organization does not impress me. I recently heard back from a friend who’s also dealing with some unreasonable people and I don’t understand why some people are unable to figure what what happens in the next week of their life!

Sigh–is it really too much to ask?

Anywho, I am working on my Shakespeare comparative exercise. We are given a 2 page length limit so it’s a pretty short assignment – but that just makes editing that much harder!! Here’s a teaser (hasn’t been manicured yet–so beware):

Theses remarkable torrents of correlations also venture into the perimeters of their working lives. Social classes and cultural conformity were strictly enforced and were very much an integral part of everyday life in the Elizabethan and Victorian era. For Shakespeare, social hierarchy provided the backdrop and often, the major source of conflict in many of his plays. His characters are caught between the desire to break away from those customs to fulfill their own yearlings and the hesitation to reject social conventions. The central hurdle for Romeo and Juliet is the parental opposition from both families (who consider each other to be socially inferior). For Macbeth, the path to the throne is not by loyalty to the king, but by murder and deceit. In A Midsummer Night’s Dream, Bottom, the simple minded weaver, is given the most profound vision of the ballad. Shakespeare was not a member of the aristocracy and had none of the usual symptoms of “high society” about him. He was particularly sympathetic to the plight of women and of the lower classes. He often attributes intelligence and insight to the under privileged characters, rather than those of the nobility…

(I can’t get the font size to stay consistent on this blog. sorry)

I am going to follow this paragraph with:

For Shakespeare and Holmes, the casts of characters are not only governed by social hierarchy, but also by sex. Even during the Elizabethan era, women were not permitted to be on stage and all of the female roles were usually performed by young, somewhat inexperienced boy actors. Shakespeare was a savvy playwright who knew to write to his actors’ advantage. And hence, there are very few women characters in Shakespeare’s plays. Holmes, in stark contrast, is infamous for his vocal pronouncements of his disregard of women kind in general. His treatment of women is generally regarded as racist… 


slow bug

hello, it’s been procrastinator central around here lately. I went out for 2 hours of tennis early this morning, but I’m afraid I’ve been completely useless since I came home.

The last episode of Answer Me, 1997 is tomorrow night!!! I must complete my paper before then so i can fangirl without guilt.


GET – SET – GO

Goodmorning, my lovelies!

I am dead exhausted, even at 9am in the morning. I got home from school at around 9pm last night and spent the better half of the night scanning PLAOT,  HUME, MILLS, and BORGES, which is all good and swell, but means that I had to refine my notes (I am in the habit of doing this, completing the half sentences and etc) close to midnight. And this means that i have to do my readings in this morning. Right now, if i am to be precise.

I am not a morning person, i can often seem like one because i force myself to be sociable (the effects of coffee, i assure you) and quite productive – but really, I am a true night owl. I didn’t even realize it was midnight last night until I got a reminder on my ipad about the readings.

So yes, I finally finished reading Meno (the correct translation, I was a fool and read the Gutenberg one) and I am heading into the Norton Anthology of Shakespeare (beauuuuutiful book, too highly priced for my student bank account – i scrambled and got a copy from the library) to reread A Midsummer Night’s Dream. I am indecently excited about reading the norton edition because of all the fabulous intros and contextual material and all that great stuff you don’t find in cheap editions.

I can safely say that I have been eating like a junkie lately – fries and rice and meat and some more fries. I’ve given up trying to bring food to campus because my backpack is hurting quite enough already without the addition of microwavable goods. It doesn’t bode well for my savings nor for my health – so I am going to arrange to have lunch with a friend who’s working in the city. She’ll have scouted places with good food – hopefully.

Astonishingly, i’m still on my first mug of coffee, though it’s gone cold now – i shall nuke it and return to my studies.


ten impossible things before breakfast

I am supposed to be reading Green Grass, Running Water (by Thomas King) for class but of course I got distracted by Katie Forsythe. Her second instalment of Softly and Suddenly quite plainly torn me apart. Now, I’m not a fan of slash, platonic bromance is more my taste – but GAH, she writes so good. The vile things Holmes says out of hurt and out of self protection are so terrible, but you understand why he is being cruel, and how, in some ways, he is trying to save himself. Watson has the biggest heart, and that capacity to love tangles his desires and his “duties” as a respectable man in the Victorian Era.

Oh, sod it. I might as well just finish the fic and heal my heart with some brownies.

PS. I came up with the title days ago when i found out that the anniversary of The Hobbit is on Sept 21. And then i got side-tracked and this post got revamped.


MERLIN

should I or shouldn’t I? The show seems to be my cup of tea, historic, bromance-filled (eep! fanfics!), and English.

But with school looming so close, should I begin a possible new obsession?


FRANKENSTEIN [Part 2]

ohmygoodness, this is so overdue–apologies all around~~

CONTINUING FROM LAST TIME:

Following’s the Monster’s miraculous ascend, a man stumbles upon him. This is Victor Frankenstein, the creator. Frankenstein is stunned at the moving creature and throws a large red cape over the Monster. Frightened and confused, the Monster leaves Victor stunned at the perfection of his own creation.

There is a strange sequence involving a rowdy group of men and women. Thumping, rhythmic music plays (I like Underworld, but not in the context. To be honest, this musical-sque section of the play was my least favourite.) as they flirt and drink. Later on, the Monster learns about fire (by accidentally burning himself on a stolen cooking pot) and is ridiculed by humans. This doesn’t bode well.

We switch to a homely small house – its occupants are one blind elderly man, and a sickeningly sick couple. The couple leaves for the fields and the Monster creeps up to the house. Having no sight, the old man (De Lacey) welcomes the strangely silent stranger. This is the Monster’s first taste of human warmth and he quickly befriends De Lacey, who, upon discovering that the Monster does not speak (De Lacey assumed it’s due to some sort of PTSD), teaches him the English language. I love love love this entire sequence. The Monster is like a child, fascinated and by the world and so happy that there is someone to introduce all its beauty to him. As the Monster begins to grasp basic language skills, his queries become more sophisticated. He begins to question his existence, he wonders why he is in pain, in emotional pain be cause his creator abandoned him.

For instance (from here):

De Lacey:  There are two school of thought. One says that we are all made imperfect, and require the assistance of a higher authority—a deity—to overcome the sin of being born. The other school of thought—to which I subscribe—insists that when we leave the womb we are pure, that a babe in arms is untainted by sin, that evil is the product of social forces, and that God has nothing to do with how a man turns out, be it good or be it bad.

Creature:  Me not do bad things.

De Lacey:  I know you do not do bad things. You have a good heart. I know that.

Creature:  Why my hungry?

De Lacey:  Eh?

Creature:  Why my hungry? Why no food for me?

De Lacey:  I give you half of my food.

Creature:  Still hungry.

De Lacey:  It is the condition of men to be hungry.

Creature (jabbing a finger at his books):  Not kings! Not emperors!

De Lacey (laughs):  You’re learning fast.

Creature:  Why my not a king?

De Lacey:  I don’t know. Perhaps you are.

Creature:  Yes! A king! Is my name?

De Lacey:  I don’t know.

Creature:  King what?

De Lacey:  You have never told me your name.

Creature:  Gnaaagh! Never heard. Not know.

De Lacey:  You are a poor lost thing.

——————-

  • De Lacey: It is night in the Garden of Eden. Do you see the moon?
  • Creature: There. There it is.
  • De Lacey: Describe it to me.
  • Creature: Solitary.
  • De Lacey: That’s a good word. Good.
  • Creature: And sad, like me.
  • De Lacey: Why is it sad?
  • Creature: Because it is solitary.
  • De Lacey: Why are you sad?
  • Creature: Because with all that I read, all that I learn, I discover how much I do not know. Ideas batter me like hailstones. Questions but no answers. Who am I? Where am I from? Do I have a family?

He knows that there is something about his appearance that is disturbing and terrifying to other people. After many a time of De Lacey assuring him that his daughter and son-in-law are lovely, non-judgemental folks, the Monster allows himself to be seen.

Of course, it’s catastrophic. The Monster, feeling utterly betrayed and hurt, flees.

And it is here that he begins his moral descent.

LINGERING THOUGHTS:

  1. I loved the Monster’s relationship with the old man, even though it had to end. There was so much humour, truth and goodness between the two.

Creature:  White! What? White! What?
De Lacey:  Where?
Creature:  In the air!
De Lacey:  That’s snow. It’s not very interesting—a natural phenomenon, no more. Now please stop leaping about, we need to concentrate.
Creature:  Snow! Snow!
De Lacey:  Sit! We’ve work to do.

The Creature sits at a pile of books, rather grumpily.

2. I found the couple really irritating. They were over the top with cheeriness. And of course, the reason for the Monster’s ill-natured transformation.


back in the saddle

I had to go to the library to renew my library card this morning. Like a fool, I forgot to bring IC with me, so the kind lady extended it till the end of Sept so I wouldn’t have to waste money on books.

That’s a lie. It’s not a waste, but it’s just money that I can’t spend.

Anyway, i got the RSC edition of Shakespeare’s plays. I am very very excited about that. I wasn’t too excited about it when I had to lug it and the Norton Anthology of Shakespeare (3000+ pages!) home (my right shoulder might still be aching). Ohhh, and i finally tracked down a copy of Laurence Olivier’s autobiography. GAH- cannot contain myself.

I’m doing good with one of my resolutions: be generous with friends. For the past year, I had to work on every single Saturday and this Saturday will be my last (my schedule changed). So I am buying breakfast for everyone. Granted, it’s only McD breakfast (it’s convenient – I’m not about to go anywhere else at 8:30am in the morning), but I think it shows my sincerity anyway.

On Friday, I am meeting up with a dear chum who is normally out of town. I have to teach at 7pm, so after a bit of juggling, we decided to do late lunch (involving more pastries than real food – I’m not sure how I feel about that, but she’s set on going to Pusateri’s).

I think this is a big improvement. I am usually so stingy with my time. I plan things so meticulously so that I don’t have to go out everyday (the travel time sucks). I like to stack things – is this terrible of me? Perhaps. But I am always scrambling from one thing to another.

It’s only a few more days before books and papers take over my life again. To avoid bingeing and being a fatty in general, I though I’d start charting my eating habits again. I’ll be doing this on the MyFitness app, but I’ll detail yesterday’s and today’s to get a head start:

TUESDAY

breakfast: Coffee

lunch: 2 microwave dinners (only like 250g each, so = bird food)

dinner: rice, steamed broccoli, one boiled egg, a slice of ham

WEDNESDAY

breakfast: Coffee

lunch: rice, eggplant and pork stirfry

dinner: ditto

snack: watermelon

I know, I know – it’s a tragedy! But at least the only way is up! And now that I have a somewhat solid schedule, I can return to my workout plan.


vortex

as if they don’t kick enough ass separately – the universe has conspired and done this.

And btw, this is an audiobook project.

BRAIN EXPLODES.


um…

I have been scouring the net for really great fiction set in boarding schools and universities. I blame this on Stephen Fry, Roald Dahl, and PG Wodehouse. I read the harrowing “Such, Such were the Joys” and knew it wasn’t going to be all sunshine and rainbows. And it wasn’t, Orwell spent most of his time there feeling unwelcomed in a dreadful, repressive atmosphere.

GUYS, I HAVE FINALLY OPENED A GOODREADS ACCOUNT!! look for 3woodlandcreatures

I am going through the tedious but utterly self indulgent process of rating books. Oh sigh, i’ve got to remember to renew my library card!!