Two things.
So today, I was close to Judo-chopping a certain Italian in the face. This palm-itching, upon leaving the theatre building and running into scores of rugrats, was quickly transferred to said children, until I heard the following:
Teacher: Don't touch that bike, it isn't yours! And now, if it gets stolen, it has your fingerprints on it!
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Yes, that's the lesson we should teach our children. Paranoia keeps *everyone* safe. Of course, in our 1984-esque America, perhaps this teacher has it right.
Also. I'm in the process of writing an art history paper for a class I hate. I mean, hate. I hate it. I should've dropped it; I'm not sure an art history minor is worth this hell. Anyway, I've been dreading this paper, and frankly, I didn't choose a topic that makes it any easier for me-- it's one of those papers where you take a relatively small detail you find in a number of paintings, and try to construct some real meaning. Regardless of how difficult it's been and will be tomorrow, since it's due Thursday, another thing that makes this less easy, I'm pretty damn proud of my title. Check it.
"The Soul Shines Through Them": Tracing Melancholia and Depression Through Gaze-Aversion in Rembrandt’s Late Paintings of Women.
Now if that doesn't sound like a brilliant paper-to-be, I don't know what does. Yeah.
**Edit: The quotation in the title is from Harold Pinter's One for the Road.**
Teacher: Don't touch that bike, it isn't yours! And now, if it gets stolen, it has your fingerprints on it!
...
....
Yes, that's the lesson we should teach our children. Paranoia keeps *everyone* safe. Of course, in our 1984-esque America, perhaps this teacher has it right.
Also. I'm in the process of writing an art history paper for a class I hate. I mean, hate. I hate it. I should've dropped it; I'm not sure an art history minor is worth this hell. Anyway, I've been dreading this paper, and frankly, I didn't choose a topic that makes it any easier for me-- it's one of those papers where you take a relatively small detail you find in a number of paintings, and try to construct some real meaning. Regardless of how difficult it's been and will be tomorrow, since it's due Thursday, another thing that makes this less easy, I'm pretty damn proud of my title. Check it.
"The Soul Shines Through Them": Tracing Melancholia and Depression Through Gaze-Aversion in Rembrandt’s Late Paintings of Women.
Now if that doesn't sound like a brilliant paper-to-be, I don't know what does. Yeah.
**Edit: The quotation in the title is from Harold Pinter's One for the Road.**