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Well, I spent all that prep time reading through my sources and getting everything outlined so that I could write my short critical paper on "Repent, Harlequin!". And here I am, first full day of spring break, and I've finished writing the paper by 11 AM. That's what I get for writing most of it when I was outlining. :P Now I just need to do my article abstract, along with grading and my usual weekly reading.
Fun fact of the day: If any of you have, like me, been confused about the difference between magenta and fuchsia, there's a reason: The name magenta comes from the dye magenta, commonly called fuchsine. And for anybody who ever thought magenta was a girly color, may I point out that the color was named for the 1859 Battle of Magenta (from the color of the land all covered by the blood) at Magenta, Italy. Yick.
And, in further celebration of spring break: Quoteboard!
We read "The Paradise of Bachelors and the Tartarus of Maids" by Herman Melville for one of my classes. They're paired stories, and they kind of mirror each other, but in other ways they don't match up, and nobody can really figure out for sure WHAT one earth Melville was trying to say with the contrast. I felt like that guy with the double rainbow: "DOUBLE! ALL THE WAY! But WHAT DOES IT MEEEEEEAN???"
Anyway, the Tartarus of Maids starts out with a lot of descriptions of wild, snowy, very white landscapes.
Clay: He’s really Melville-ing up these binaries. For serious.
We then read Melville's "Bartleby the Scrivener".
Dr. D: Don’t tell my students this, but I PRAY for the day when I tell them to write a paper on Bartleby and they tell me they’d prefer not to.
Dr. D quoting and analyzing "Bartleby": It was the circumstance of being alone in a solitary office, up stairs, of a building entirely unhallowed by humanizing domestic associations-an uncarpeted office, doubtless, of a dusty, haggard sort of appearance;-this it must have been, which greatly helped to enhance the irritable desperation of the hapless Colt.
...Murder has been committed because there are no rugs.
Dr. DF, talking about how she was late to a talk she was giving once in NYC because she forgot about the St. Patrick's Day Parade: I said, "I’m so sorry! I forgot about the St Patrick Day’s Parade!" He looks at me like, "How could you forget about several thousand people with bagpipes??"
Olivia, analyzing a piece of writing: It looks like rising action, climax, falling action. And you know what feminist theorists would say about THAT.
Fun fact of the day: If any of you have, like me, been confused about the difference between magenta and fuchsia, there's a reason: The name magenta comes from the dye magenta, commonly called fuchsine. And for anybody who ever thought magenta was a girly color, may I point out that the color was named for the 1859 Battle of Magenta (from the color of the land all covered by the blood) at Magenta, Italy. Yick.
And, in further celebration of spring break: Quoteboard!
We read "The Paradise of Bachelors and the Tartarus of Maids" by Herman Melville for one of my classes. They're paired stories, and they kind of mirror each other, but in other ways they don't match up, and nobody can really figure out for sure WHAT one earth Melville was trying to say with the contrast. I felt like that guy with the double rainbow: "DOUBLE! ALL THE WAY! But WHAT DOES IT MEEEEEEAN???"
Anyway, the Tartarus of Maids starts out with a lot of descriptions of wild, snowy, very white landscapes.
Clay: He’s really Melville-ing up these binaries. For serious.
We then read Melville's "Bartleby the Scrivener".
Dr. D: Don’t tell my students this, but I PRAY for the day when I tell them to write a paper on Bartleby and they tell me they’d prefer not to.
Dr. D quoting and analyzing "Bartleby": It was the circumstance of being alone in a solitary office, up stairs, of a building entirely unhallowed by humanizing domestic associations-an uncarpeted office, doubtless, of a dusty, haggard sort of appearance;-this it must have been, which greatly helped to enhance the irritable desperation of the hapless Colt.
...Murder has been committed because there are no rugs.
Dr. DF, talking about how she was late to a talk she was giving once in NYC because she forgot about the St. Patrick's Day Parade: I said, "I’m so sorry! I forgot about the St Patrick Day’s Parade!" He looks at me like, "How could you forget about several thousand people with bagpipes??"
Olivia, analyzing a piece of writing: It looks like rising action, climax, falling action. And you know what feminist theorists would say about THAT.