Rambling rambler man
I want to get my Sunday post out of the way so that later tonight, when I'm feverishly writing my paper I don't have any excuse to get distracted. Not that it will work. I'll probably write another post. It's difficult writing a paper when all your research is indirect. I can't find anything on the story itself. All I can find are passing references to the book in which the short story first appeared. Not so helpful. And since the author isn't dead yet, there's not a lot of really complete biographical information about him out there. So, as I said, I'm focusing my research on parallel topics, such as existentialism and realities and mob mentalities. Speaking of mob mentalities, I found this article from the Harvard Law Review refuting "mob mentality" as a valid excuse for acquital in court. It was super interesting, all about how the entire foundation of law is the idea of personal agency, and the pleading that you were caught up in a mob completely negates that. They argued that if you begin admitting that possibility then any criminal would have to be excused for any crime, provided he accomplished it while part of an angry mob. They argued that this wasn't a valid excuse based on the fact that there are those who don't lose control. It was super interesting, but not equaly super useful sadly. Oh well, I quest on.
Danielle and Dre went out Thursday night and got us all Easter baskets! How sweet is that? Finaly I get some Chicks, Ducks, and Bunnies! Woot! I am, just now, taking a macabre pleasure in biting off the little chicks' heads. CHOMP! (Random movie quote "With the alligators and the CHOMP CHOMP!") They got us all fun plushy bunny ears that we're going to wear all day if possible. But do you want to know what one tradition I really loathe? The easter grass in the baskett. I hate that stuff, I have always hated it, and I will always hate it. The end.
I'm listening to some very lovely classical music right now. It soothes my soul. Except whenever that Doctor Who music comes on. That plunges me into a deep pool of melancholy. Really deep. And I can't swim very well. But the rest of it is great. I just listened to the Moonlight Sonata, and now Fur Elise (please mentaly insert the appropriate umlaut) Oh. Madame de Pompadour came on. Though I hate that episode, I really really love that bit of music. Well, love being a relative term. If you can love something that makes you hopelessly sad. But I do.
Ok, I'm totaly rambling. I think I'ma go take a shower and then get ready for church. I think I'm just going to go to Sacrament, and then return home to work on the research paper of death. Or perchance I'll just take my computer with me (as does another girl in my ward) and work on it during church. That's not a bit tacky!
Danielle and Dre went out Thursday night and got us all Easter baskets! How sweet is that? Finaly I get some Chicks, Ducks, and Bunnies! Woot! I am, just now, taking a macabre pleasure in biting off the little chicks' heads. CHOMP! (Random movie quote "With the alligators and the CHOMP CHOMP!") They got us all fun plushy bunny ears that we're going to wear all day if possible. But do you want to know what one tradition I really loathe? The easter grass in the baskett. I hate that stuff, I have always hated it, and I will always hate it. The end.
I'm listening to some very lovely classical music right now. It soothes my soul. Except whenever that Doctor Who music comes on. That plunges me into a deep pool of melancholy. Really deep. And I can't swim very well. But the rest of it is great. I just listened to the Moonlight Sonata, and now Fur Elise (please mentaly insert the appropriate umlaut) Oh. Madame de Pompadour came on. Though I hate that episode, I really really love that bit of music. Well, love being a relative term. If you can love something that makes you hopelessly sad. But I do.
Ok, I'm totaly rambling. I think I'ma go take a shower and then get ready for church. I think I'm just going to go to Sacrament, and then return home to work on the research paper of death. Or perchance I'll just take my computer with me (as does another girl in my ward) and work on it during church. That's not a bit tacky!