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As expected, English 1A will be annoying and a little bit awesome. I have to think up an anecdotal narrative, in order to be memorable to the rest of the class, and present it sometime within the next 12 weeks or so. So... I may invent a Decemberists-themed narrative, a la Mariner's Rvenge Song or Legionnaire's Lament.

These Middle English books are staring at me threateningly. I'd better get started.

So, I met with The Professor and we discussed if I could and what I should be studying in a special topics class. Last year we were thinking of doing an historical and etymological examination of the concept of "home," but now after doing Old English and The History of the English Language, he thinks I'll be challenged by Middle English.

So for the first few weeks I'll be writing up a guide to different ME dialects, and then I'll be working with one text, a poem from "The Infancy of Christ" and I'll be examining it phonologically, morphologically, syntactically, lexically...at this point he looked up and said "am I forgetting anything?" and I piped up "Graphologically?" and he got this gleam in his eyes and went "Oh! Paleography!" and wrote that down too.

I'm 85% "OMGYAYE!" and 15% "What the hell have I gotten myself into?"

The conference is awesome, but sleepiness is kicking my ass. One workshop on planning an oral history project, one workshop on using video and digital in projects. Examples of projects are coming up, and then a workshop/roundtable tonight on the Honekwe project (related to my project) tonight (from 7-8:30, omg).

I am. Exhausted.

Stitch and bitch was a success last night. ananasananas, numensule, coleman_genie, _jibberish_, rosie_riviter, and thegiantkiller, two pizzas, 4 pots of tea, and forty timbits.

numensule ended up sleeping over, instead of trying to make her way to West St. James from St. Vital at 1 in the morning. Was fun- woke her up at 6:30, hung out until 7:45, saw her off, puttered around for an hour, then fell asleep for nearly 4 hours.

Oh and- you know the email I got up to check during the stitching? I got it this morning. Hopefully my teacher and I will get this course thing figured out over email and an unknown distance.

My scarf is started, and I'm excited. Yaye.

Met with Izydorzcyk to discuss the requirements for the double honours. Basicall, I'm fucked. I need 24 hours at the honours level in English, and I have nine.

Fucked!

So I'm meeting with the head of the department to see if that can be lowered at all, since there are only about 18 honours hours in linguistics to begin with (I pulled that number out of my ass, BTW, but it's close. It's bad.)

So next year it looks like I'll be doing Contemporary Linguistic theory (3), Textual analysis (3), Chaucer (6), and a special topics (3).

I'm just hoping tha when I talk to Malcolm, she lets me do something non-textual or phasal analysis related, like philology or etymology. This would probably have to be done with Izydorzyk though.

I think if I do any more analysis next year (than what I already have to do) I may slit my wrists. I kid you not, yo.

New icon, which I love dearly. Fichtner!

I really need to get up off of my ass and set up more interviews for when I go back up North next week, as well as making arrangements with professors to set up the double honours thing, since I'm supposed to be registering the day after I get back from Thompson.

For the double honours Anthro requirement, I need 3 more hours at the 4000 level, and 6 hours at either 3 or 4000 level. Because I need to take at least 2 more classes to bring my GPA up (I need at least a B+ and an A-), I assume I'll do a 3 hour reading course at the 4000 level, and another 3 hour course at the 3000 level.

The calender doesn't sa what the double honours requirements are for linguistics, but my GPA is good enough there that I'm only concerned about getting the right courses, and that should be easy enough to do. I just need to phone the professor to find out how many hours I actually need.

So. Need to get approval to take Anthro honours courses and set up a reading course (preferably dealing with oral history), and officially into the linguistics honours program, and decide on a textual analysis topic (probably something to do with oral storytelling).

I need to phone Stella Neff, Flora Beardy, Elsie Clemons and some other elders to set up interviews, as well as contacting others to find out when I can go up north and what I need to bring with me to the camp (tent, sleeping bag, clothes, tape recorder... do I need to bring food?) I also have to look for gifts, as well as buy tobacco and make pouches for the offerings for the elders.

And since I got home on Monday I have done nothing. *facepalm* But at leasst I have a spiffy new icon. :)

I wasn't able to get my course switched over today. And I'm supposed to meet with Richling about doing the double honours. And I still don't know what the requirements for the English double honours is yet. And what if I can't switch my courses? I'm fucked. Arrgh.

 

The weather has decided to be summer today. I'm not displeased, but not entirely pleased with this, either. I fear this has turned into a misery journal. Happy thoughts! Fuffy kittens! Nikolaj!

 

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I wish there was some way to swing this, but I would just absolutely love to watch Sharpes Waterloo with graycastle. ella_minnow and a whole bunch of other fangirls (not one particular fandom, but just fangirls).

There would be much squeeage. And yes, I realize that there's hardly any content in this post. I'm procrastinating, and LJ is an enabler.Oh1 A bit more content: I found out at snopes.com that the car commercial that had me so upset was in fact computer-generated. I'm still upset, and that fact doesn't make it okay, in my opinion.

I can't get over just how bad The Crone: Woman of Age, Wisdom, and Power is. It's just...she's so bitter. It seems like anything related to Christianity, men or being unfeminine is bad bad bad!

Crikey.

This bloodthirsty Son-killing or self-killing Father, who was one but also three; who professed to want good, but created evil; who pretended to love his mortal children while preparing for them a hell sadistic beyond belief; who ordained all things in advance, yet held humans entirely responsible for the errors he knew they would makel who talked of love and ruled by fear- this deity was hardly a product of rational minds.

Wtf, mate? Two paragraphs later:

Nonetheless, the women's spirituality movement has much to learn from close study of this God, created in the image of man, for he tells more about men than men can tell about themselves. This God and other violent gods created by men demonstrate the power of love cannot control men's lust to destroy their own species. It seems the only emotion that controls men effectively is fear.

Holy crap. *backs away slowly*

I've come to a decision. Screw this linguistics crap. I'm going to drop out of school and find myself a sugar daddy. I'll stay at home and watch soaps all day, and cook and clean and make sure I perform all of my wifely duties well.

Then one night I'll poison hubby's scotch, and run off with Eduardo, the cabana boy. We'll run away to New York, Paris or Morocco. We'll make sweet sweet love while we live off of hubby's life insurance. Before the money runs out I'll leave him and jet away to some other fabulous city and take up with some artist types. We'll stay up late, discussing art and politics, smoking French cigarettes and drinking wine. I'll dazzle them all with my intellect, while slowly draining the last of my money.

And then, just as the money runs out, I'll return to Winnipeg, and finish up my anthropology/linguistics degree(s), and marry the boy I had a crush on in high school. We'll be very happy, and have a large and loving family. When my grandchildren are old enough, I'll entertain them with shocking stories of my misspent youth.

That sounds like a plan.


afraid of feeling nothing, no bees or butterflies
my head is full of voices and my house is full of lies