miscellania (and no, these o's are not vocative.)
(i hate starting entries with "so", but...)
o. so i decided to drop my french class. i just couldn't stand another literature class. and yes, let's be honest.. the conversation is just not stimulating here. people don't really listen to each other, they just want you to talk. and it still seems that the teachers are just using topics like literature or immigration to teach us french secretly, and cause that's what's preoccupying them, it doesn't really matter what we say about the literature. allen was really the best prof to get themes out of a book/work, because she had a "big picture" sort of approach to the texts. using minute details to reveal eventually major themes just seems wrong.
i really just liked studying other things in french, rather than french itself. old french? yes, please. latin? oui. zola? not so much.
o. instead, i'm reserving the time to work on the isolastra project as if it were a class in itself. tomorrow, during the class' time slot, i'm writing a "syllabus". it'll probably mean, per class period: 1-2 lines of composition and word generation, 15-30 minutes of english "preview translation" writing, and 15-30 minutes of linguistics and/or housekeeping. we'll see how this goes. the goal is to finish the first scene by the end of the semester, which i have approximated at about 360 lines, 93 of which i've slowly completed.
o. in other matters, in religion class today, i kicked ass and took names, talking about moral life and infinity. the professor saw me about an hour after class and pointed to me and said, "good job in class today, mike." made me feel all speshul.
o. as for all the problems i've had lately, i'm over them. i'm fine. that includes the tummy trouble--it's almost completely gone now. it's amazing. it was probably just stress that was keeping my body from healing completely. and this, of course, means i can probably afford to get tipsy--legally tipsy, even--soon.
o. that, and i absolutely love the prospect of having a blizzard on a wednesday night/thursday morning. don't know why, just do.
o. my radio show starts monday, and for the most part, i'm psyched.. i've advertized, it's just no one's making requests, even the people i've told about it in person. it looks like i'll have to have to make theme shows or just play whatever..
o. i rode katie's bike into town today. the first time i'd done real physical exertion in a while, so it definitely took a good half hour to get over the uphill ride back, but now, i'm feeling great.
o. i looked in town for drag ball items, only at ragstock, they don't have any effing wigs. what the hell am i supposed to do for drag ball? and i was going to try for classy this year.. (as opposed to last year, which was "cute" and the year before that, which was "parochial".) even planning on shaving face and maybe legs for this. (i might be able to pull off just pantyhose.) i guess i'll have to try target or scalp someone.
maaaaaaaatt, can we make a target run sometime this week? like friday, when the streets are hopefully sane again?
o. (p.s.) omg. i just did some itunes divination--put my library on shuffle, and it played the absolute first song in my library ("when the going gets tough, the tough get karazzee" by !!!). sorry, but for an itunes geek like me, this is near-momentous.
o. so i decided to drop my french class. i just couldn't stand another literature class. and yes, let's be honest.. the conversation is just not stimulating here. people don't really listen to each other, they just want you to talk. and it still seems that the teachers are just using topics like literature or immigration to teach us french secretly, and cause that's what's preoccupying them, it doesn't really matter what we say about the literature. allen was really the best prof to get themes out of a book/work, because she had a "big picture" sort of approach to the texts. using minute details to reveal eventually major themes just seems wrong.
i really just liked studying other things in french, rather than french itself. old french? yes, please. latin? oui. zola? not so much.
o. instead, i'm reserving the time to work on the isolastra project as if it were a class in itself. tomorrow, during the class' time slot, i'm writing a "syllabus". it'll probably mean, per class period: 1-2 lines of composition and word generation, 15-30 minutes of english "preview translation" writing, and 15-30 minutes of linguistics and/or housekeeping. we'll see how this goes. the goal is to finish the first scene by the end of the semester, which i have approximated at about 360 lines, 93 of which i've slowly completed.
o. in other matters, in religion class today, i kicked ass and took names, talking about moral life and infinity. the professor saw me about an hour after class and pointed to me and said, "good job in class today, mike." made me feel all speshul.
o. as for all the problems i've had lately, i'm over them. i'm fine. that includes the tummy trouble--it's almost completely gone now. it's amazing. it was probably just stress that was keeping my body from healing completely. and this, of course, means i can probably afford to get tipsy--legally tipsy, even--soon.
o. that, and i absolutely love the prospect of having a blizzard on a wednesday night/thursday morning. don't know why, just do.
o. my radio show starts monday, and for the most part, i'm psyched.. i've advertized, it's just no one's making requests, even the people i've told about it in person. it looks like i'll have to have to make theme shows or just play whatever..
o. i rode katie's bike into town today. the first time i'd done real physical exertion in a while, so it definitely took a good half hour to get over the uphill ride back, but now, i'm feeling great.
o. i looked in town for drag ball items, only at ragstock, they don't have any effing wigs. what the hell am i supposed to do for drag ball? and i was going to try for classy this year.. (as opposed to last year, which was "cute" and the year before that, which was "parochial".) even planning on shaving face and maybe legs for this. (i might be able to pull off just pantyhose.) i guess i'll have to try target or scalp someone.
maaaaaaaatt, can we make a target run sometime this week? like friday, when the streets are hopefully sane again?
o. (p.s.) omg. i just did some itunes divination--put my library on shuffle, and it played the absolute first song in my library ("when the going gets tough, the tough get karazzee" by !!!). sorry, but for an itunes geek like me, this is near-momentous.