No dairy in me, no love in Ulysses. But that's ok.
Good things:
I finished my Ulysses essay for my Joyce class. Those who have seen my msn name know that I wrote about poop. And boy did I write about poop. Here's an excerpt:
"Bloom shows the same careful attention he pays to the tray of breakfast items to his bodily functions, elevating them to the level of works of art that satisfy an internal need to create. This scene accomplishes more than just the characterization of the hero according to his digestive artwork. Rather, by showing Bloom's bodily functions in juxtaposition to his thoughts about the creative process, Joyce is slyly presenting the reader with a model for art that can shed some light on the process by which Ulysses itself was written. The Bloomian model of Art works according to a basic organic function: the process of ingestion, digestion, and defecation. Much like a pleasant bowel movement, what you put into it is what you get out of it."
As you can see by that, my academic writing is terribly clever and a joy for anyone to read. Except Ali. He's probably going to completely skip this section because it's about Joyce and in doing so miss out on the fact that I'm talking about him.
Speaking of my Joyce class, I just wanna come out and say that I love my Joyce class. Today consisted of almost 3 solid hours of interesting, intelligent, and gutbustingly hilarious discussion culminating in me being convinced that James Joyce was trying to simultaneously free and molest the minds of his readership. Or free their minds by molesting them, who knows. We have one more class before the exam, and I'm wishing that weren't the case. Both because I'm going to really miss this group of people and because I'm worried that this exam might take my life by the throat and throttle it until it's extremely, extremely dead. And we all know that if my life dies, I won't be far behind.
There is a band. It is called Hot Chip. It's impossible not to get into their music when they are playing it because they are clearly so into it. They are a group of impossibly nerdy-looking whiteboys who grew up listening to and loving the piss out of Prince. Seeing them onstage, grooving so hard in all their nerdy wonder, should make you laugh. Except for their enthusiasm and the fact that their music is A) awesome and B) TIGHT! Instead of laughing, the normally too-cool-for-you Toronto crowd just couldn't help but get down. Get their music; it's good. But, don't miss the chance to see them live. That's where the good music comes alive and makes you dance with its huge bulk of sheer awesome.
This summer, I am staying in Toronto. This excites me. I have to take a class and a half to graduate. The half class is an elective, and I have enrolled in Piano for Non-majors. After an 18-year hiatus, JW is returning to the piano. I heart piano in a big way, and I've wanted to start lessons for years. What better way to do so than by using it to graduate?
Bad Things:
I may be slightly lactose intolerant. The doctor wants me to avoid all dairy products for two weeks and then drink a large glass of milk and see what happens. As a result of this, I had coffee with no cream this morning. So I loaded it with sugar. The diuretic properties of coffee were more concentrated this time (I used to have a lot of cream thus diluting them), and the extra sugar made my body work a little faster, I think. It was not long before I really had to pee. But man, what a caffeine/sugar rush!
That's about all the bad. Aside from the ridiculosity of the size of the workload, but who's not feeling that right now. I'm feeling pretty good about things today. I hope you are as well.
I finished my Ulysses essay for my Joyce class. Those who have seen my msn name know that I wrote about poop. And boy did I write about poop. Here's an excerpt:
"Bloom shows the same careful attention he pays to the tray of breakfast items to his bodily functions, elevating them to the level of works of art that satisfy an internal need to create. This scene accomplishes more than just the characterization of the hero according to his digestive artwork. Rather, by showing Bloom's bodily functions in juxtaposition to his thoughts about the creative process, Joyce is slyly presenting the reader with a model for art that can shed some light on the process by which Ulysses itself was written. The Bloomian model of Art works according to a basic organic function: the process of ingestion, digestion, and defecation. Much like a pleasant bowel movement, what you put into it is what you get out of it."
As you can see by that, my academic writing is terribly clever and a joy for anyone to read. Except Ali. He's probably going to completely skip this section because it's about Joyce and in doing so miss out on the fact that I'm talking about him.
Speaking of my Joyce class, I just wanna come out and say that I love my Joyce class. Today consisted of almost 3 solid hours of interesting, intelligent, and gutbustingly hilarious discussion culminating in me being convinced that James Joyce was trying to simultaneously free and molest the minds of his readership. Or free their minds by molesting them, who knows. We have one more class before the exam, and I'm wishing that weren't the case. Both because I'm going to really miss this group of people and because I'm worried that this exam might take my life by the throat and throttle it until it's extremely, extremely dead. And we all know that if my life dies, I won't be far behind.
There is a band. It is called Hot Chip. It's impossible not to get into their music when they are playing it because they are clearly so into it. They are a group of impossibly nerdy-looking whiteboys who grew up listening to and loving the piss out of Prince. Seeing them onstage, grooving so hard in all their nerdy wonder, should make you laugh. Except for their enthusiasm and the fact that their music is A) awesome and B) TIGHT! Instead of laughing, the normally too-cool-for-you Toronto crowd just couldn't help but get down. Get their music; it's good. But, don't miss the chance to see them live. That's where the good music comes alive and makes you dance with its huge bulk of sheer awesome.
This summer, I am staying in Toronto. This excites me. I have to take a class and a half to graduate. The half class is an elective, and I have enrolled in Piano for Non-majors. After an 18-year hiatus, JW is returning to the piano. I heart piano in a big way, and I've wanted to start lessons for years. What better way to do so than by using it to graduate?
Bad Things:
I may be slightly lactose intolerant. The doctor wants me to avoid all dairy products for two weeks and then drink a large glass of milk and see what happens. As a result of this, I had coffee with no cream this morning. So I loaded it with sugar. The diuretic properties of coffee were more concentrated this time (I used to have a lot of cream thus diluting them), and the extra sugar made my body work a little faster, I think. It was not long before I really had to pee. But man, what a caffeine/sugar rush!
That's about all the bad. Aside from the ridiculosity of the size of the workload, but who's not feeling that right now. I'm feeling pretty good about things today. I hope you are as well.