The dish washer where I work is a Trumper.  As in, wrote, "Trump for president, Hillary for Prison" on his timesheet. He calls gay people "homos" and has actually (this very night, in fact), said the phrase "Obama should go back to Kenya". He could be convinced to change his mind, except that he doesn't trust major news outlets or minor ones. Only ( Read more... )

(Talking about Beowulf being described by critics as "wild, trivial, or typical")

"Yet all stories, great and small, are one or more of these three things in such nakedness. The comparison of skeleton "plots" is simply not a critical literary process at all."

This is a quote from Tolkien's essay "Beowulf: The Monsters and the Critics" and will ( Read more... )

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I saw a movie last week with my brother, a horror movie called It Follows, which was fantastic and terrifying. I don't see much horror - I have a used-to-be-girlfriend-now-friend who loves horror, so I watched some stuff with her. But overall I'm conscious that I'm too much of a baby for horror. My imagination grabs hold of the details and uses ( Read more... )

Apparently the key was just writing the saddest part of the story and powering through! I have now reached 10k and I am so excited. [does the productivity dance]

You know, I thought I'd experienced all the weird ways inspiration and motivation and time/space/ability/energy to do things intersect and make writing really difficult. Like the many, many times I've actually been really inspired and ready to write, except in class, which isn't a problem so much because I feel bad about not paying attention, but ( Read more... )

The problem with writing an essay about H.D.'s Sea Garden is that I love it too much. Every time I write about it, I have to reread it, and I get entirely caught up in the weird, disturbing, creepy stuff that's happening. And the way it starts out with a poem about a rose that's all messed up and broken, and you read and and are like huh, okay and ( Read more... )

You know, even though I'm up at five in the morning to do a paper that's due in a few hours, I still feel weirdly like I'm being responsible and getting shit done. I guess it's an improvement on the past, where I would just think, "Well, I'm sure it'll be fine," and just go to sleep and not do it. But still not...ideal. It's done, though, and I ( Read more... )

Spn Spring Fling fic done and sent off! I ended up really liking what I wrote, just a quiet little snapshot. (Using Written? Kitten! may have contributed to the fluffiness of it, ha.) And 'tis done, and now I will force myself NOT to sign up/pinch hit for ANY OTHER CHALLENGES for a while and concentrate my efforts on the metric fuckton of papers ( Read more... )

( just some ramblings )