cool, or sucks?
"You are the father of a young man who has announced his intentions to become a knight. Since you are yourself a vassal, that is a possibility for your son. But you are uncertain he knows what he is getting himself into. Using the Song of Roland and Chrétien de Troyes' Lancelot, explain fully the aspects of knight culture he needs to be aware of before he can truly become a knight. Do this is the form of a poem, short story, a song or drawing. Then briefly explain how your creation addresses the aspects you have identified. This question is worth 10 points."
that question is from my humanities take home exam. it really is. here's my problem with it: it's cool that our instructor is giving us the chance to earn points by doing something other than multiple choice questions or short essays, but if he's going to do that can't he find a way that's less humiliating? doesn't he realize he's going to have to grade the things we turn in to him? i bet half the poems that get turned in rhyme knight with night.
anyway, i'm going to draw a picture. why am I not doing that now, since my class is in a few hours? I say, if i'm going to dignify this question with a response, i'm going to wait as long as possible to get started. my rationale is that the longer you wait to draw a shitty picture about knighthood when all you can draw is cartoon ducks and pelicans, the more fantastic the end result will be. i plan to get started in the last ten minutes of my european politics class, after I wake up.
so the title of this entry is going to be the new subtitle of my journal. as you can see, the morning after pill is the new title. because even things that seem contradictory to the will of god are in fact the will of god, our free will is excercised within the parameters of his will, and we are merely a reflection of god's inifinite complexity. right? i don't know.
i've been talking a lot about god lately. when i was in 4th grade i freaked out about not being baptized and i rushed to get baptized and confirmed so that in case i got cut in half by a razor-brimmed top hat my soul wouldn't languish in purgatory. after a few years i realized God was not speaking to me and i abandoned him and his church full of confused hypocrites like myself. since then i've variously cut and paste ideas from different religions and philosophies, built myself up and torn myself down. my senior year of high school i realized the nature of the universe but not my role in it. god is everything, every concept, every pizza, every fruitfly, every second and every bowel movement and every piece of paper. before the universe there was no idea, no thought; god was in a dreamless sleep. upon awaking, there was the bigbang, the first idea in an idealess vacuum. imagine the first one hundred trillionth of a trillionth of a microsecond after the bigbang, wherein all the matter and energy of the universe was still somewhat close together. what shape would it have? from that shape emanated all forms, like the ever narrowing branches of a massive tree trunk that grew from a tiny seed that itself grew from a narrow branch. anyway, that's god to me, that's the universe: every idea that can exist coming into existence and playing itself out in a system full of other ideas, some complimentary and some contradictory. themes throughtout history come from waves the brains of ancient everything sent bouncing around the universe and into the brains of now, and we refine those ideas and evolve them and eventually, through entropy, everything in existence breaks down into the smallest conceivable unit of mass/energy and then everything is truly united because it is all uniform and equidistant and moving at the same speed in every direction and there's no gravity. something like that. and the hard part is realizing that and cherishing the interconnectedness of ancient planets long ago consumed in supernovas and your first baby fart, and still having problems changing your damaging behaviors, which are chosen, and all you have to do is let go but you're not ready.
that question is from my humanities take home exam. it really is. here's my problem with it: it's cool that our instructor is giving us the chance to earn points by doing something other than multiple choice questions or short essays, but if he's going to do that can't he find a way that's less humiliating? doesn't he realize he's going to have to grade the things we turn in to him? i bet half the poems that get turned in rhyme knight with night.
anyway, i'm going to draw a picture. why am I not doing that now, since my class is in a few hours? I say, if i'm going to dignify this question with a response, i'm going to wait as long as possible to get started. my rationale is that the longer you wait to draw a shitty picture about knighthood when all you can draw is cartoon ducks and pelicans, the more fantastic the end result will be. i plan to get started in the last ten minutes of my european politics class, after I wake up.
so the title of this entry is going to be the new subtitle of my journal. as you can see, the morning after pill is the new title. because even things that seem contradictory to the will of god are in fact the will of god, our free will is excercised within the parameters of his will, and we are merely a reflection of god's inifinite complexity. right? i don't know.
i've been talking a lot about god lately. when i was in 4th grade i freaked out about not being baptized and i rushed to get baptized and confirmed so that in case i got cut in half by a razor-brimmed top hat my soul wouldn't languish in purgatory. after a few years i realized God was not speaking to me and i abandoned him and his church full of confused hypocrites like myself. since then i've variously cut and paste ideas from different religions and philosophies, built myself up and torn myself down. my senior year of high school i realized the nature of the universe but not my role in it. god is everything, every concept, every pizza, every fruitfly, every second and every bowel movement and every piece of paper. before the universe there was no idea, no thought; god was in a dreamless sleep. upon awaking, there was the bigbang, the first idea in an idealess vacuum. imagine the first one hundred trillionth of a trillionth of a microsecond after the bigbang, wherein all the matter and energy of the universe was still somewhat close together. what shape would it have? from that shape emanated all forms, like the ever narrowing branches of a massive tree trunk that grew from a tiny seed that itself grew from a narrow branch. anyway, that's god to me, that's the universe: every idea that can exist coming into existence and playing itself out in a system full of other ideas, some complimentary and some contradictory. themes throughtout history come from waves the brains of ancient everything sent bouncing around the universe and into the brains of now, and we refine those ideas and evolve them and eventually, through entropy, everything in existence breaks down into the smallest conceivable unit of mass/energy and then everything is truly united because it is all uniform and equidistant and moving at the same speed in every direction and there's no gravity. something like that. and the hard part is realizing that and cherishing the interconnectedness of ancient planets long ago consumed in supernovas and your first baby fart, and still having problems changing your damaging behaviors, which are chosen, and all you have to do is let go but you're not ready.