Archive for January, 2006

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Literary Theory Sluts

January 31, 2006

Anyone who has known me for the smallest amount of time knows that often my mind resides quite happily in the gutter. (Although, I could side with Oscar Wilde, who believes all of us are in the gutter, but some of us look at the stars.) But of course, in class, I try to tone down my perverse nature for the sake of education.

Until of course, my Literary Theory course. For the first real literary criticisms, we read a selection of Little Red Riding Hood tales from different time periods and different perspectives. (My personal favorite was a Politicall Correct Fairy Tale by James Thurber). As we discussed these different stories in class, I was stunned to discover that everything, and I mean everything in that story symbolizes sex of some kind. And the Professor points out things that relate to sex that no one would have picked up on. Trees? Sex. Nature? Sex. The Wolf? Sex. The Hunstman? Sex. Little Red Riding Hood? Sex. Granny? Not so much. But how else would Little Red Riding Hood’s Mom exist?

Granted, the characters and scenery symbolize a great many other things, but apparently, in everything I read I need to look for feminist criticism, Christ references, and sex.

This is awkward.

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Oh, Sweet Tuesday! Thou art my Joy!

January 31, 2006

My alarm went off at 7 am, allowing me ample time to shower, dress, blow dry my hair, AND read over my notes for class. Boston – More than a Feeling, my alarm tone, rang and rang. I woke up. I set my alarm clock for 8 am. I woke up at 8 am. My room was sweltering. The heat was on too high, and I have no control over it. I rolled out of bed feeling disgusting, and realizing I had no time to shower. I threw on some clothes, some make up, pulled my hair up, pulled on a hat, and trudged out of my room into the rain, barely making it to East, where my class is held. I hoisted myself up three flights of stairs, staggered to the door, only to find it closed, with a sign on it.

My class had been cancelled.

My only class for the day is cancelled.

Which is a cause for great jubilance!

I don’t have any class for the rest of the day!

Although of course it figures that the one day I barely make it to class is the one day I don’t have class.

Thanks Fate, I appreciate that.

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Listen to This

January 30, 2006

Fiona Apple – Extraordinary Machine
For all the years it took for this album to come out, its amazing. Rolling Stone Magazine named it the #3 album of the year. Her voice is beautiful and her lyrics are powerful. She has the ability in a single song to so intensely display an emotion, it physically affects you.

Sufjan Stevens – (Come on Feel the) Illinoise!
Brilliant, indescribable album. Lyrical, poetic, flowing, lilting, intense.

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Maybe Catholic School Would Have Rounded My Education

January 30, 2006

Intro to Art History is an insanely fabulous course. It’s intense, and thought-provoking, and flat out interesting. However, I often find myself mired in the confusion that comes with, well, being Jewish.

Today we studies a triptych altar piece of the Northern Renaissance depicting the birth of Jesus (which has a specific name that I can’t remember) and the stories of John the Baptist and John the Evangelist. I had no idea there were two Johns. Hadn’t the faintest idea! I sat there puzzled, flanked on my left and right side by two Catholic school girls, who could actually relate the image of a beheading to something in the bible. Did you know Salome was in the bible? Hell, I didn’t.

So, here lies my greatest problem – I have no idea what these pieces depict, ergo, I cannot properly analyze the images in said pieces. Apparently, lilies symbolize Mary, Columbines symbolize 15 something or others of Mary. And who knew that Mary knew Jesus was going to die? I didn’t.

I’m sorely tempted to pick up an illustrated children’s New Testament just to figure out who this Jesus guy is.

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How Do You Say Awesome in German?

January 29, 2006

Because my brother is flippin’ awesome.

See Reports from Abroad for proof.

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88.3 WDCV

January 29, 2006

On a far more educational note, I joined the college radio. In a month or show, I will be getting my own show.

It’s a slightly complicated process, and I have absolutely no idea what I’m doing or how a radio station works, so as a newbie, I start with a 3 week apprenticeship. Luckily for me, I’m friends with the music director of the radio station, so I will be apprenticing under him every Thursday night from 10pm – 12 am for the next three weeks. If all things go well, I will then be given my own show.

I cannot even begin to say how ridiculously exciting this is. Now beyond forcing my excellent taste in music on my roomate, I can force it to everyone in at least a 75 mile radius around my school. Because I’m not afraid to admit that my taste in music far exceeds the majority of the world’s taste in music.

And for those disbelievers who mock my love of classic rock, I’ll have you know that my show will focus not only on classic rock but indie and alt rock, as well. The only downside of that is I’m required to play at least 2 constant rotation songs that are in great demand every show, but hopefully for the 7 minutes total that those songs are played, all my listeners will simultaneously get up to use the restroom. I don’t want to hurt them like that. I couldn’t live with myself if I did.

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Ha! I’m Back! Suckers!!!!!!

January 29, 2006

Hey kids, I know you were getting worried about my health and well-being over there on your computers, but first semester just started, and I’ve been just a tad bit busy. Just a smidge. But here I am, so please, feel free to breathe a sigh of relief.

2nd Semester is off to a far better start than 1st semester ended, my classes are infinitely better, my outlooks is infinitely better, and the heat in my room is working. And after 3 months of waiting, the college finally replaced my door handle, broken off by a desperate drunkard searching for my roomate. And of course, my iPod speakers. Those babies are hands down the most awesome thing in my dorm room. Besides me of course.

So, today would be Sunday. Sunday follows Saturday. More specifically Sunday follows Saturday night. (I bet you can see where I’m going with this.) Let me preface my Saturday night by telling you all that Friday night I spent in my room watching movies and eating chinese food. Moderation, my friends, moderation. Saturday, however, was a different story. Saturday night I grabbed dinner with some girlfriends of mine, all ROTC. Dinner was excellent, and it was decided upon that we would go to the small party at ROTC house later. It was, of course, a lot of fun, but I learned a very big lesson there.

Never.
Ever.
And I mean never.
Go up against ROTC boys in drinking games.
You will have your ass handed to you in Quarters.
(And yes, that was a pun, for all you old timers.)

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This From an Anonymous Donor

January 23, 2006


Note the careful use of highlighter and index card.

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First Day O’ Classes – 2nd Semester Style

January 23, 2006

I’d like to take this moment to say that my mother was right. All the sleeping-in I did over Winter Break took its toll at 7 15 this morning when my alarm went off. It took me until 7 40 to remove myself from my bed, where I barely made it to the shower. But, I made it to class on time.

My first class of the morning was Political Science 180: Political Philosophy at 8 30 AM. I arrived with 10 minutes to spare, because I have a horrible and irrational fear of tardiness. The bedraggled and damp (it’s raining) class slowly filled in, and at exactly 8 30 our professor walked in. I really shouldn’t take a stab at him so early in the semester, but I can’t resist. He is clearly a very intelligent man, but he is bald, and his round head is exactly the same shape as his round stomach. It’ just cracks me up. How perfectly circular his head and stomach are. Also, when he gets excited and emphatic, he annunciates his words to a comical degree. Think Dr. Evil in the Austin Powers movies. O-kay class. The Pelo-po-ne-sian War. They blamed So-c-rates! And o-f course Pla-to was a contemporary of Socra-tes and had different op-i-n-i-o-n-s.

My second class was Art History, which there isn’t much to say other than AWESOME!

My final class was English 220: Critical Thinking and Literary Analysis. What a class. After the introduction and the syllabus review, we spent 30 minutes discussing a 6 line Virginia Woolf poem. I saw more things in that poem than I have in entire novel (with the direction of the Professor.) It’s going to be ridiculously difficult, but looks to be the most interesting and expansive English class I’ve ever taken.

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Good Ole Pennsyltucky

January 22, 2006

Well, beloved readers, I have returned from my painfully long winter break, (where I quickly ran out of things about which to write) to the good old state of Pennsylvania which is a veritable cornicopia of people to mock. So why deny myself what I do best? So last night, as I mentioned in my previous post, I made a list of things to mock. Let’s begin, shall we?

1. The music in Amy’s Thai – For our last dinner together, my mother and I went to a restaurant on the main street called Amy’s Thai, a quaint little eatery with overly flowerly decor and non-Asian waiters. As we sat, staring blankly at eachother, overcome by the sheer size of the flowers on the wallpaper, my ears picked up a familiar tune. Hotel California (originally by the Eagles for all of you who don’t respect yourselfs enough to know good music), was audible. But I was thrown off slightly, last time I’d checked (which believe me, was recently) there was no use of a small sharp sounding string instrument in Hotel California. I’m all for the playing of excellent music in restaurants, but if you’re going to destroy it, I’d prefer dead silence. Or the track of birds singing in the forest that was played after Hotel California.

2. Wal-Mart: South Central PA Style – Loathe though I am to admit that I shop at Wal-Mart, in my defense, there is nowhere else to shop in my “might as well be Bible belt” area of Pennyslvania. And so, my mother and I ventured to the Super Center (larger than the college cafeteria). I could mock so much about this place, but I’ve selected one item. As we walked out of the car, I noticed a mother hurrying her twin sons, who couldn’t have been more than nine years old to the entrance of the store. These lovely cherubs were wearing, I kid you not, matching hunting jackets, hats, and pants. Now, for my own conscience I assumed they were imitating Daddy in his hunting gear, but I have a startling suspicion that Daddy might be using these kids for target practice in the woods. Hey, it’s Pennyslvania.

3. Dust and Dust Bunnies and Dust Mammoths – Upon my return to my dorm room, my roomate and I re arranged our room for the first time since we arrived at school. I moved my bed from one wall to another. Did you know that it is actually possible to accumulate dust bunnies over 4 inches wide? No? I didn’t either. Did you know it’s also possible to lose over 5 dollars in change beneath your printer alone? These are all very important things that every college student should learn. I hope you took notes.