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05 May 2008
Update 1.0
I just spoke with C. on the phone. She said something like, "I checked your blog over the weekend, but it didn't look like you had any new posts." So I decided that I really should post something, at least for the sake of keeping up with things. Here's a quick review of what's been going on with me. Fenway is about 4 1/2 months old, and he's growing so quickly. It's hard to believe. But he's cute and fun and I wouldn't trade him for anything. Over the weekend, I spent a lot of time doing nothing, which was lovely and perfect and just what I needed. I watched Across the Universe on Saturday night. A student had lent me her DVD of it. I liked it but didn't love it. In fact, there was some of it that just seemed to forced or contrived or something. When I mentioned some of this to said student, as I returned her DVD, she actually gave a really sophisticated, insightful analysis of why she thought it worked, and I was somehow so inspired and thankful that someone, some student of mine, is actually using her mind and thinking about the world and thinking about text as text and as a kind of cultural artifact, and that was really encouraging. (Ok, I realize that my sentence structure is annoying and even incorrect at some points above. One occupational hazard is that I think too much about my writing and why I'm saying what I'm saying in the way I'm saying it and so on. Recently, I realized *duh* that I go around all day, every day thinking about words--how they sound, what they mean, which I like, which I don't. I'm word obsessed!)
Also, I have stared some fun BBC series on DVD. I've been watching Hetty Wainthrop Investigates, which stars the woman who plays Hyacinth in Keeping Up Appearances. It's loads of fun. I really, really love murder mysteries, especially British ones. And the Hetty Wainthrop series isn't great in terms of the mysteries themselves, but the characters are loads of fun, and that's what I enjoy about detective fiction anyway. I've also started, from the beginning, The Midsomer Murders. That's great too. The mysteries are a bit more complex, but Inspector Barnaby is a great character--he's no Dagleish or even an Inspector Lynley, but he's still interesting. The more I think about it, the more I'm convinced that the murder mystery, more than any other popular genre, really speaks to what defines human nature, what it means to live in this world. And that's exciting, somehow.
Oh, and I'm still working through Bleak House. I'm reading it in part because it seems like something I should do at least once in my life, but also in part because scholars and the like say that it contributes to the development of detective fiction as a genre. And that's clearly interesting to me. This is something that I think I want to pursue academically. One of my many and varied academic interests is in "medievalism," that is the ways that later eras recycle medieval themes, motifs, and the like. And I'm especially interested in the ways that medievalism plays into issues surrounding cultural identity and the like. Anyway, my tentative hypothesis is this: the character of the detective is a sort of reincarnation of the Arthurian knight. This is pretty interesting, I think. And it's something that I want to pursue and at least work on some sort of conference paper on. I also think (and this is connected to the above) that there is something about Christianity that allows for the detective character, but I'm still working this out. I'd argue that at the very least the sort of Christian ethos that informs the Arthurian knight is also at work in the serial detective novel. And really, detective novels do tend to be serial--this seems to mirror in some ways the episodic nature of the medieval romance. OK, if I've thoroughly bored you, that's OK. But this is just something that, at the moment, is super exciting to me.
So that's what's been going on with me.
Also, I have stared some fun BBC series on DVD. I've been watching Hetty Wainthrop Investigates, which stars the woman who plays Hyacinth in Keeping Up Appearances. It's loads of fun. I really, really love murder mysteries, especially British ones. And the Hetty Wainthrop series isn't great in terms of the mysteries themselves, but the characters are loads of fun, and that's what I enjoy about detective fiction anyway. I've also started, from the beginning, The Midsomer Murders. That's great too. The mysteries are a bit more complex, but Inspector Barnaby is a great character--he's no Dagleish or even an Inspector Lynley, but he's still interesting. The more I think about it, the more I'm convinced that the murder mystery, more than any other popular genre, really speaks to what defines human nature, what it means to live in this world. And that's exciting, somehow.
Oh, and I'm still working through Bleak House. I'm reading it in part because it seems like something I should do at least once in my life, but also in part because scholars and the like say that it contributes to the development of detective fiction as a genre. And that's clearly interesting to me. This is something that I think I want to pursue academically. One of my many and varied academic interests is in "medievalism," that is the ways that later eras recycle medieval themes, motifs, and the like. And I'm especially interested in the ways that medievalism plays into issues surrounding cultural identity and the like. Anyway, my tentative hypothesis is this: the character of the detective is a sort of reincarnation of the Arthurian knight. This is pretty interesting, I think. And it's something that I want to pursue and at least work on some sort of conference paper on. I also think (and this is connected to the above) that there is something about Christianity that allows for the detective character, but I'm still working this out. I'd argue that at the very least the sort of Christian ethos that informs the Arthurian knight is also at work in the serial detective novel. And really, detective novels do tend to be serial--this seems to mirror in some ways the episodic nature of the medieval romance. OK, if I've thoroughly bored you, that's OK. But this is just something that, at the moment, is super exciting to me.
So that's what's been going on with me.
24 April 2008
Thursday Thirteen: Thirteen Reasons That I Love Tea
More and more, I'm convinced that tea is, indeed, a way of life. Or at least, it's become a metaphor for how I want to think about life. And so, in honor of my morning "cuppa" I offer this list of reasons that I love tea. Maybe it would be more accurate to say that it's a list devoted to what I love about tea and what it's come to represent.
One: Tea gives me something to do during awkward silences. This is especially useful while teaching. There's always that rather awkward lag time between when I ask some leading or maybe obvious question (always eloquently worded) and the time that some brave soul will venture an answer. To fill this time, I tend to take a sip of tea, usually from my fun, pink travel mug!
Two: In those period pieces produced by the BBC, you know things like Upstairs, Downstairs, when there's any sort of distress, the immediate response is to give someone either brandy (ick!) or a cup of tea. I'm not sure why tea is the universal band-aid for the hemorrhaging soul, but I'm willing to accept that it is.
Three: Apparently, our bodies metabolize the caffeine in tea more rapidly than that in coffee. This means that we get the zippy effect more quickly, but it also moves out of our system more quickly. Can we say then, that tea has a shorter half life than does coffee? Either way, I figure tea's OK before bed, but coffee may not be.
Four: One can (and sometimes one does) create a routine that revolves around tea. For example, for a while I was on this schedule where I had black tea in the morning, green tea in the afternoon, and white tea in the evening. This gives both structure and meaning to one's day.
Five: Tea always gives one something to look forward to. No matter how dreary the day becomes, one thinks, "Well, at least when I get home I can have a cup of tea."
Six: Tea makes life easier by providing the ideal gift for almost any occasion.
Seven: Tea can be an opportunity for social interaction. You can certainly meet a friend for a cup of coffee, but isn't meeting for a cup of tea far more interesting.
Eight: Tea allows one to participate in the illusion that British culture is somehow superior to American culture.
Nine: Tea leads to e-mails that contain ideas like this: "Did i tell you about that article/blurb in wired mag. that said that we yanks were drinking caffeine all wrong. it said that studies showed constant low doses paired with carbs--as in tea and scones was the most effective. yippee and yumm!" Seriously, isn't that great? I mean, in this case, tea in addition to providing meaning to life becomes a conversation piece.
Ten: Tea is a good justification for various collections: tea cups, tea pots, tea itself. All these are valuable collectibles.
Eleven: How could we have Victorian society without tea? Seriously. Would Dickens ever have had anything to write about had the English not become tea drinkers? Isn't tea a big reason that the British Empire develops in the first place?
Twelve: Everyone drinks coffee these days. Preferring tea allows one the illusion of having a cool, counterculture persona. Some of us thrive on that.
And Thirteen: Tea is simply comforting. Simply holding the hot mug provides physical comfort.
One: Tea gives me something to do during awkward silences. This is especially useful while teaching. There's always that rather awkward lag time between when I ask some leading or maybe obvious question (always eloquently worded) and the time that some brave soul will venture an answer. To fill this time, I tend to take a sip of tea, usually from my fun, pink travel mug!
Two: In those period pieces produced by the BBC, you know things like Upstairs, Downstairs, when there's any sort of distress, the immediate response is to give someone either brandy (ick!) or a cup of tea. I'm not sure why tea is the universal band-aid for the hemorrhaging soul, but I'm willing to accept that it is.
Three: Apparently, our bodies metabolize the caffeine in tea more rapidly than that in coffee. This means that we get the zippy effect more quickly, but it also moves out of our system more quickly. Can we say then, that tea has a shorter half life than does coffee? Either way, I figure tea's OK before bed, but coffee may not be.
Four: One can (and sometimes one does) create a routine that revolves around tea. For example, for a while I was on this schedule where I had black tea in the morning, green tea in the afternoon, and white tea in the evening. This gives both structure and meaning to one's day.
Five: Tea always gives one something to look forward to. No matter how dreary the day becomes, one thinks, "Well, at least when I get home I can have a cup of tea."
Six: Tea makes life easier by providing the ideal gift for almost any occasion.
Seven: Tea can be an opportunity for social interaction. You can certainly meet a friend for a cup of coffee, but isn't meeting for a cup of tea far more interesting.
Eight: Tea allows one to participate in the illusion that British culture is somehow superior to American culture.
Nine: Tea leads to e-mails that contain ideas like this: "Did i tell you about that article/blurb in wired mag. that said that we yanks were drinking caffeine all wrong. it said that studies showed constant low doses paired with carbs--as in tea and scones was the most effective. yippee and yumm!" Seriously, isn't that great? I mean, in this case, tea in addition to providing meaning to life becomes a conversation piece.
Ten: Tea is a good justification for various collections: tea cups, tea pots, tea itself. All these are valuable collectibles.
Eleven: How could we have Victorian society without tea? Seriously. Would Dickens ever have had anything to write about had the English not become tea drinkers? Isn't tea a big reason that the British Empire develops in the first place?
Twelve: Everyone drinks coffee these days. Preferring tea allows one the illusion of having a cool, counterculture persona. Some of us thrive on that.
And Thirteen: Tea is simply comforting. Simply holding the hot mug provides physical comfort.
23 April 2008
And Today's Rant. . .
Ok, consider yourself warned. This post is going to be a rant. I just get so frustrated when people don't follow directions. It drives me crazy. And I know that it shouldn't get to me, but it does. And it really kills me when said directions are given in writing, possibly in, say, the form of an assignment sheet. I just don't get it. And it makes me crazy. I mean, how hard is it to, say, include a "Works Cited" page with an essay? Or to simply understand that no make up quizzes really does mean no make up quizzes. I'm so fed up! Maybe I just need a more constructive outlet for all this pent up frustration. You'll notice that I'm not going in to any specifics: of course, I wouldn't want to violate any sort of implied confidentiality or to do anything unethical. I meant that seriously. But I'm tired of it. And I'm tired of working really hard and feeling unappreciated. Lately, I just feel like I'm not very important to anyone and that I do have some good qualities but that these are largely going unrecognized. I know--I'm now descending into self-pity, and last night I promised myself that I'd try to stay away from self-pity, partly on the principle that, hey, my situation isn't as difficult as some people's is. But it gets draining to feel like I work and work and give and give and go out of my way for people, mostly students, and then to feel like they don't care. I guess I know that it's important to do the right thing because it's right and not expecting praise and appreciate and all that. But it gets exahusting some days. And I think that we all want to feel appreciated and wanted and all that. Ok, I'll stop now.
21 April 2008
Passions
This is one of the best decisions I've made in recent memory: I've started watching the soap opera Passions. It used to be aired on one of the networks, NBC I think. But was canceled a year or so ago. Fortunately for me, it's now being run on the DirecTV channel 101 a couple of days a week. Unfortunately for me, it's apparently being cut from even DirecTV later this year. But it's great! I've never been all that big on soap operas, although I did go through a Guiding Light phase not that long ago. But all the weird things about soap operas--the weird pacing, the mixed-up relationships, the melodrama--Passions kicks up a level that becomes camp but also a kind of spoof of the soap opera, it seems to me. And I'm so disappointed that just as I'm getting interested, I find out that the last episode is scheduled to air in August. BTW, Wikipedia has an interesting article on the program. OK, so this is how I got started, I was flipping through on the TV, and I stopped on a scene in a room at a hospital. The doctor is telling Pretty that she's pregnant. The father of Pretty's baby is Luis who is engaged to Pretty's sister, Fancy. (Later, I learned that Pretty is faking the pregnancy.) Anyway, Fancy and Luis are in the room with Pretty and the doctor. And Fancy asks the doctor something like, "So are you permanently back on staff?" And the doctor explains, "No, they only called me in to reattach Julian's penis." And really, any production that asks an actor to deliver that line with a straight face is my kind of production. It turns out that Julian's penis has been reattached upside down / backwards because the doctor was drugged by her son, the nurse, before the procedure. So who thinks up this stuff? When I watch soap operas, which I admit isn't too often, it always seems that there's not much thought given to a plot arch or a character arch. It just always feels like the writers write themselves into some ridiculous, melodramatic situation and then write their way out without much long term planning while writing in a little more drama along the way. I'm always kind of mesmerized by this approach. I really, really wish it were available on DVD so that I could start from the beginning.
17 April 2008
Bleak House
100 pages down, 899 to go! I have decided that I should at least attempt to read Dickens's Bleak House, in spite of my normal tendency to avoid Dickens. I mean, doesn't it seem like the kind of thing an English teacher should do at least once in her life? So I started in on Tuesday evening. And I've read the first 100 pages, and so far, I actually think it's pretty interesting. And I have to say that I'm predisposed to assume that Dickens is unnecessarily wordy, but that just isn't how it feels, at least no so far. And if I decide that I'm just not that into it, I think it's totally fine if I don't finish it. But when I do finish (or not finish), I think it would be fun to watch various adaptations. I've heard that the recent one with Gillian Anderson isn't all that great. Maybe it depends on what one thinks of Gillian Anderson; this is the second time I've mentioned her this week--maybe I'm having X-Files nostalgia. Come to think of it, the first episode of the X-Files that I saw was about spontanious combustion--so really, it seems that there are more connections between the X-Files and Bleak House than one would have thought. On a more serious note, I'm reading Bleak House in part because I'm interested in the evolution of the detective novel, and apparently Bleak House is somehow influential. I'm not sure how, but I guess I can research that later. But now my point is that I'm actually really enjoying Dickens! I suspected that, apart from A Christmas Carol, this day would never come.
16 April 2008
Under Construction
Just a quick note: this site is under construction. I've always wanted to type that. Seriously, I'm making some changes to the layout of my blog. I hope it's not too annoying. Really, I think that the current, three-column layout is pretty snazzy.
Paradise Hotel
OK, I have a confession: I've been watching season two of Paradise Hotel. Most of you have probably not heard of Paradise Hotel; if you haven't, it's probably a good sign. This has to be one of the trashiest reality programs that I've ever seen. It runs on the Fox Reality Network (channel 250 for those of you who have direct TV) at 1:00am on Monday night / Tuesday morning. I think it repeats at other times as well. But I figure that the 1:00 am (that's EST) time slot tells us something about the quality of the programming. Oh, it opens with a disclaimer that's something along these lines: "This program may contain some nudity and / or sexual situations. Viewer discretion is advised." I always figure that saying, "Viewer discretion is advised" is really a way of trying to attract a certain demographic, i.e. 17 years olds. Oh, and me. I watch it too.
The premise is something like this: a dozen or so 20-somethings are isolated at the Paradise Hotel, a kind of tropical resort. They choose "room mates" of the opposite sex. There's always one extra man or woman, and the person without a room mate is eliminated. A day or two later, a new single enters the mix.
All that said, I'm really not trying to post a review or analysis of this really terrible program. Rather, I'm interested in considering why I watch it in the first place. And I am not up and about at 1:00am; I DVR the thing, so clearly, I'm going out of my way to watch it. In general, I think that many of us, myself included, like so-called reality TV and programs like Dr. Phil because these types of programs somehow make us feel better about ourselves. I think, for me anyway, it goes something like this: "Hey, *insert name* on Paradise Hotel is a real skank. And she's dumb. I can't believe that she doesn't have more self-respect than that. What a skanky loser!" On the one hand, this is clearly a variation on the old trick of putting others down so that we can feel better about ourselves. However, I think it goes beyond this. For me anyway, it's also about realizing that maybe my situation isn't as bad or overwhelming or hopeless or whatever as it sometimes feels. I was watching Dr. Phil earlier today, and it was more like this: "Yeah, sometimes I feel bad about myself, and sometimes I feel like a failure. And yeah, I do mess things up sometimes. But I should be thankful: my situation isn't as difficult or as painful as that of the recovering Heroin addict." I don't think this is making myself feel better at someone else's expense; rather I see it as simply acknowledging and being thankful for the obstacles that I'm not facing right now. It's a way of realizing that life could be a whole lot worse.
I don't know. I readily admit that I actually enjoy watching "reality" TV that I acknowledge to be not just dumb but objectionable. But somehow, it's like I can't stop looking, like the trainwreck cliche. But it goes beyond that. And I'm having a hard time really figuring out what the attraction is. Even worse than Paradise Hotel, IMO, is The Girls Next Door, which is actually about Hugh Heffner's three live-in girlfriends. I'll spare you any further discussion of Hef and the girls. But it's so terrible on just about every conceivable level. I certainly don't DVR it, but I have to confess to tuning in on occasion.
The premise is something like this: a dozen or so 20-somethings are isolated at the Paradise Hotel, a kind of tropical resort. They choose "room mates" of the opposite sex. There's always one extra man or woman, and the person without a room mate is eliminated. A day or two later, a new single enters the mix.
All that said, I'm really not trying to post a review or analysis of this really terrible program. Rather, I'm interested in considering why I watch it in the first place. And I am not up and about at 1:00am; I DVR the thing, so clearly, I'm going out of my way to watch it. In general, I think that many of us, myself included, like so-called reality TV and programs like Dr. Phil because these types of programs somehow make us feel better about ourselves. I think, for me anyway, it goes something like this: "Hey, *insert name* on Paradise Hotel is a real skank. And she's dumb. I can't believe that she doesn't have more self-respect than that. What a skanky loser!" On the one hand, this is clearly a variation on the old trick of putting others down so that we can feel better about ourselves. However, I think it goes beyond this. For me anyway, it's also about realizing that maybe my situation isn't as bad or overwhelming or hopeless or whatever as it sometimes feels. I was watching Dr. Phil earlier today, and it was more like this: "Yeah, sometimes I feel bad about myself, and sometimes I feel like a failure. And yeah, I do mess things up sometimes. But I should be thankful: my situation isn't as difficult or as painful as that of the recovering Heroin addict." I don't think this is making myself feel better at someone else's expense; rather I see it as simply acknowledging and being thankful for the obstacles that I'm not facing right now. It's a way of realizing that life could be a whole lot worse.
I don't know. I readily admit that I actually enjoy watching "reality" TV that I acknowledge to be not just dumb but objectionable. But somehow, it's like I can't stop looking, like the trainwreck cliche. But it goes beyond that. And I'm having a hard time really figuring out what the attraction is. Even worse than Paradise Hotel, IMO, is The Girls Next Door, which is actually about Hugh Heffner's three live-in girlfriends. I'll spare you any further discussion of Hef and the girls. But it's so terrible on just about every conceivable level. I certainly don't DVR it, but I have to confess to tuning in on occasion.
14 April 2008
A Recommitment to Blogging
Ok, I've decided that blogging is a good thing--it's good for me. And unlike most good-for-you things, it's not unpleasant. So I'm here and now making a formal recommitment to blogging. Here are some possible topics that I could pursue in the near future. I welcome any feedback or preferences, if any of these sound more fun than any others.
1. A review of the Sweet Valley High series of books. I really, really loved SVH when I was about 12, and recently I bought a ton of them for cheap on eBay. So if anyone's interested, I'd be happy to contribute my thoughts about SVH.
2. A review / analysis / thoughts about the British murder mysteries I've been consuming and the BBC / PBS adaptations of said mysteries. This is my new pet project.
3. A discussion of the new direction of the program formerly known as Masterpiece Theatre. It's just Masterpiece now. And they've recently run adaptations of Jane Austen, a perennial favourite. Gillian Anderson is the new host, btw.
4. Updates on my dogs, especially Baby Fenway. He couldn't be any cuter. Of course, Fenway related posts could be written in the first person, in Fenway's own voice. I'm happy to turn the laptop over to him.
5. Food
6. DVDs
I think that pretty much covers my options, at least as I see them now.
Oh, here we go
7 and 8. Reviews / discussion of the Little House on the Prairie TV series or of 7th Heaven, both of which run daily on the Hallmark channel. 7th Heaven is particularly cheezy but intriguing at the same time.
Feel free to comment or to simply take the poll at the left. I do realize that the poll isn't displaying very nicely--oh well!
1. A review of the Sweet Valley High series of books. I really, really loved SVH when I was about 12, and recently I bought a ton of them for cheap on eBay. So if anyone's interested, I'd be happy to contribute my thoughts about SVH.
2. A review / analysis / thoughts about the British murder mysteries I've been consuming and the BBC / PBS adaptations of said mysteries. This is my new pet project.
3. A discussion of the new direction of the program formerly known as Masterpiece Theatre. It's just Masterpiece now. And they've recently run adaptations of Jane Austen, a perennial favourite. Gillian Anderson is the new host, btw.
4. Updates on my dogs, especially Baby Fenway. He couldn't be any cuter. Of course, Fenway related posts could be written in the first person, in Fenway's own voice. I'm happy to turn the laptop over to him.
5. Food
6. DVDs
I think that pretty much covers my options, at least as I see them now.
Oh, here we go
7 and 8. Reviews / discussion of the Little House on the Prairie TV series or of 7th Heaven, both of which run daily on the Hallmark channel. 7th Heaven is particularly cheezy but intriguing at the same time.
Feel free to comment or to simply take the poll at the left. I do realize that the poll isn't displaying very nicely--oh well!
26 March 2008
Great Review of Tori Spelling's sTori Telling
As I hope you all know, Tori Spelling, has a new book out. It's called sTori Telling. Here's a really great review of it that I found on bn.com:
"I have always liked tori shes a great actress.i feel so sorry for her mother because i think tori was a great daughter her mom should be ashamed of herself for her behavior towards tori. with all the money that she has i bet shes just a miserable person.money isnt everything( it sure helps) i grew up with similar things the big house ,maids ,butlers,country clubs ,they sent me to camp every summer a home in miami beach that we just used for xmas and easter my parents were so loving my mom use to tell me how beautiful i am all the time.but i like tori always worked since i was fifteen. but they still gave me everything.my parents still to this day love me so much. they are in ther eightys they live in florida now. i can totally relate to tori i lived in a suburb of detroit had the bigest house on the block , built in pool . im also jewish and have been married times. first husband was jewish child hood sweetheart my parents hated him.he was verbal abusive and gave me a black eye. i had ahuge and expensive wedding. anyway i divorced him in 1980. single for ten yrs and had some real looser boyfriends. but i met my husband now in the 80,s hes catholic and my folks love him they told me that i better behave funny. weve been married since 1990. what a diffrence.hes so wonderful i love him so much.we have a great marriage like you and dean. tori ,dean and liam i wish you the best!!!"
I'd like to post a review of this review. You'll note that it says nothing about the book itself. In fact, it says very little about Tori. This is the kind of off-topic drivel that I seem to encounter far too often.
"I have always liked tori shes a great actress.i feel so sorry for her mother because i think tori was a great daughter her mom should be ashamed of herself for her behavior towards tori. with all the money that she has i bet shes just a miserable person.money isnt everything( it sure helps) i grew up with similar things the big house ,maids ,butlers,country clubs ,they sent me to camp every summer a home in miami beach that we just used for xmas and easter my parents were so loving my mom use to tell me how beautiful i am all the time.but i like tori always worked since i was fifteen. but they still gave me everything.my parents still to this day love me so much. they are in ther eightys they live in florida now. i can totally relate to tori i lived in a suburb of detroit had the bigest house on the block , built in pool . im also jewish and have been married times. first husband was jewish child hood sweetheart my parents hated him.he was verbal abusive and gave me a black eye. i had ahuge and expensive wedding. anyway i divorced him in 1980. single for ten yrs and had some real looser boyfriends. but i met my husband now in the 80,s hes catholic and my folks love him they told me that i better behave funny. weve been married since 1990. what a diffrence.hes so wonderful i love him so much.we have a great marriage like you and dean. tori ,dean and liam i wish you the best!!!"
I'd like to post a review of this review. You'll note that it says nothing about the book itself. In fact, it says very little about Tori. This is the kind of off-topic drivel that I seem to encounter far too often.
Hookin' Up With Ira Glass
So this morning I had the craziest dream about Ira Glass. And although I guess we didn't really hook up, it was just too weird. So I tend to sleep all night with the TV on, which, apparently, isn't supposed to be such a hot idea, especially if one has issues with sleep. And so, in the attempt to wean myself off of all Headline News, all night, I've been switching to my iPod at some point. When I woke up around 2:3o this morning, I put in my earphones and listened to NPR's This American Life, of which I'm especially fond. I finall fell asleep, still listening to This American Life and had this crazy dream that my mom had tickets to go to this weird NPR-sponsored circus. And it was in this huge venue, but only like 50 people were there and all had to sit in just one small section. And there was this mom with like a toddler and stroller and huge diaper bag taking up more than her fair share of seating. Consequently, there wasn't anywhere for me to sit. So I was like strolling around. And Ira Glass was like the ring master / announcer / MC for this weird, NPR-esque, not-quite-Prairie-Home-Companion event. He was walking through the aisles while I'm trying to get my mom to ask pushy mother with toddler paraphernalia to move over. And I walk up to him, and I'm like, "Hey, Ira. I'm Drennan. And I totally love your work. And let me tell you about me." It was all very weird but in this totally nerdy, geeky kind of way.
20 March 2008
I've been silent, the last few weeks. Let me rephrase: I've been "virtually" silent, as in not blogging, for the last few weeks. And this virtual silence (don't you LOVE the overuse of "virtual" and all its variants?) has corresponded with a real emotional funk, if you know what I mean. I can work, and I enjoy work, but it's about all that I can get myself to do lately. That's not entirely true--outside of work, I feel like all I've been doing is eating. And it's just generally icky. And I'm so tired of feeling this way and living this way and being this way. But I just can't seem to figure out how to even start to pull myself out of it. And I'm kinda pathetic and miserable lately. I wish that I had something more profound or at least something more interesting to blog about, but I guess that I don't. But there's a part of me that believes that maybe I can somehow write my way out of it. Maybe if I blog enough and write in journals and write and write and write, I can somehow find a way out. Well, that and better living through chemistry, AKA antidepressants. But I want to feel better; I do. I just don't know how right now. And I keep thinking that if there's just one small step I could take, something I could do each day to get myself on the right track, I'd build momentum and work up to feeling better, feeling like a normal, healthy person. But just now, I don't know what that little step might be.
28 January 2008
Grahame's The Wind in the Willows
I am winding down a longish day at work and thought I'd indulge in a quick post about Kenneth Grahame's The Wind in the Willows. First off, I should say that I am completely biased here, in that this is probably my all-time favorite book. I absolutely LOVE it. It's like good comfort reading for me. The difficulty is that my students don't seem to get into it, and I can never quite figure out what to do about it. I began discussing it just this morning with my 20th Century Children's Literature class, and I faced the problem that I've faced too often before with regards to this work. The students see it as difficult (and I suppose it's not the easiest thing, stylistically speaking on our syllabus) and boring and disjointed. And I just don't see it that way at all. Stylistically, I think it's brilliant and wonderful. And to attempt to demonstrated that, I read passages, sometimes long passages, aloud. For example, the opening paragraphs are particularly lyrical and suck us into Mole's awakening, and I so want my students to see (or hear!) it, but I am just not sure that they do.
And they cite all these apparent inconsistencies--in the passage of time, in the assumed size of the animals--inconsistencies that I think just don't matter. I mean, trying to make some sort of literal, logical sense out of it destroys the whole thing. In the end, it doesn't matter if we ever really figure out how big Toad is--it's about Toad's character. And I seem to have trouble moving my students beyond all of it.
And yet, still I love The Wind in the Willows. I love the characters, and I love Ratty's leisurely lifestyle of boating and writing poetry. I love Mole for his loyalty to Rat. I love Grahame's treatment of friendship; I think we could even call it "fellowship" in a Tolkienesque kind of way. I love Grahame's obvious love of nature and of language. And I keep feeling frustrated at my apparent inability to convey all this to my students--it's as though my own enthusiasm for the topic just isn't quite enough this time. And this concerns me. I mean, what are we coming to if college students think The Wind in the Willows is not just "boring" but "too hard." It's not "hard." And where is Spencer when we need him? They should be thankful that we're not reading The Faerie Queen or some such. Grahame isn't "hard." And I suppose that if students think it's boring, they have themselves, like Mr. Toad, succumbed to the temptations of the motor-car, the desire for speed--"here to-day--in next week tomorrow." They seem maybe incapable of slowing down and enjoying the luxuriousness of Grahame's language, just as Toad is unable to enjoy the natural world that Ratty and Mole so love. My students (maybe!) have become the products of industrialization that Grahame warns us about in the character of Toad. Alas!
Well, I didn't start out intending this to be some sort of rant, which seems to be what it's become. Maybe I needed the rant. Maybe it will be catharsis enough that I can read Grahame with pleasure!
And they cite all these apparent inconsistencies--in the passage of time, in the assumed size of the animals--inconsistencies that I think just don't matter. I mean, trying to make some sort of literal, logical sense out of it destroys the whole thing. In the end, it doesn't matter if we ever really figure out how big Toad is--it's about Toad's character. And I seem to have trouble moving my students beyond all of it.
And yet, still I love The Wind in the Willows. I love the characters, and I love Ratty's leisurely lifestyle of boating and writing poetry. I love Mole for his loyalty to Rat. I love Grahame's treatment of friendship; I think we could even call it "fellowship" in a Tolkienesque kind of way. I love Grahame's obvious love of nature and of language. And I keep feeling frustrated at my apparent inability to convey all this to my students--it's as though my own enthusiasm for the topic just isn't quite enough this time. And this concerns me. I mean, what are we coming to if college students think The Wind in the Willows is not just "boring" but "too hard." It's not "hard." And where is Spencer when we need him? They should be thankful that we're not reading The Faerie Queen or some such. Grahame isn't "hard." And I suppose that if students think it's boring, they have themselves, like Mr. Toad, succumbed to the temptations of the motor-car, the desire for speed--"here to-day--in next week tomorrow." They seem maybe incapable of slowing down and enjoying the luxuriousness of Grahame's language, just as Toad is unable to enjoy the natural world that Ratty and Mole so love. My students (maybe!) have become the products of industrialization that Grahame warns us about in the character of Toad. Alas!
Well, I didn't start out intending this to be some sort of rant, which seems to be what it's become. Maybe I needed the rant. Maybe it will be catharsis enough that I can read Grahame with pleasure!
26 January 2008
More Photos. . .
I really, really LOVE this pic of Polly (in back) and Guinn (in the foreground). They are, of course, sitting on my bed, which isn't really allowed.
Cutest Animal on the Planet
I am always on the lookout for the cutest animal on the planet, and I'm convinced that Guinnie and Polly (and now Fenway) are in the running. But this sea otter is pretty darn cute. A. and I encountered him when we visited Morro Bay, CA a couple of weeks ago.
I talked to C. the other day, and she said something like, "I keep checking your blog, but you haven't posted anything new." But now I finally feel inspired to post. I'm doing well, I think. I started back to work this week, which has been exhausting but good--I really do enjoy it. And I feel good, because *finally* I feel like I'm making some positive changes in my life. And that makes me feel good, but I also wonder if maybe it's that I'm feeling better, less depressed, that makes me feel able to somehow take control and make positive changes. Either way, it's good. So I'm a little pressed for time at the moment, but more later.
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