Are my blogs too big? I think they might be... I get long winded.
I JUST returned from the LAST Gospel Praise run-out this morning. Now our next gig isn't until the 29th at the Dakota, and that kind of makes me sad. Brian and I swapped trumpets for the second service today. It is almost trumpet sacrilege, but he had a Stradivarius, and I a Xeno, and we wanted to experience the difference. The Strad was lighter, and quicker to respond, but I still love the full, sweet sound of my Xeno better.
(I just smelled my bar of Patchouli soap... it DOES kind of smell like mold.)
In a few minutes, Jenny, Elspeth, Onike and I are going to go to the Electric Fetus. I have not been to the Minneapolis one yet, and I am pretty excited. I also plan on buying presents... for myself and others.
Then, I had thought of adventuring on my own, but I don't think that will happen. By the time we get back from the Fetus, it will probably be time for me to settle down with Galileo and Coming of Age in Mississippi for the rest of the night. I think I am ok with that... so far.
I got home from Duluth/Superior last night around six. We left Friday afternoon, and got up there in time to pick up Sara in Superior, and then eat a quick dinner at Erbert and Gerberts (Better than Jimmy Johns because they let you keep the guts of your sandwich. Jimmy Johns throws it away!!! THE BEST PART) Then we went to the Vagina Monologues. The actresses were all on script, which is understandable, but also off putting. Regardless, I enjoyed the show thoroughly. Alan took Sara and I back to Superior afterwards, and then he rejoined his Duluth friends.
The evening was pretty relaxed. I met some of Sara's friends, and then we tried to talk to a ghost. I was really tired and just thought great thoughts to myself. Some ALMOST creepy things happened, but I wasn't worried.
It was at least one, maybe two by the time we got back to Sara and Julia's dorm. We ate some birthday cake, and the next thing I knew I was waking up in the morning... Half on Sara's bed, glasses still on my face. Sara fell asleep on the floor. Had we put any planning into it at all, we all would have slept comfortably... but instead, I was cramped, and Sara was cold.
Before Alan picked me up, Sara and I had a deep conversation, just like we always do. It was wonderful to see her.
Alan, being the AWESOME friend that he is, let me go home for a little bit too. I had to get a financial aid form signed, and see my home and parents. That made me quite happy. Now I think I will be able to last until I get to next see them again... which is undetermined.
I watched Amelie last night. Over Christmas a FEW years ago, Jeanne and Rita had insisted that I watch it, but I fell asleep. Finally getting to see it in its entirity made me so happy! I wrote Rita a late night letter just to express how moved I was.
Then today happened, and we're back where we started.
Sunday, March 1, 2009
Friday, February 27, 2009
Animal Fur
The title means nothing, but doesn't it sound cool? "Animal Fur." Or even the words by themselves, "Animal" Is a happy word, it rolls off of your tongue and makes you think of all the great creatures in our world... some of them even have "Fur." That just makes me happy. I made a list of words in Groven's class yesterday. The other one was "Phenomenal."
I am in the Student Senate office again. I can't believe I haven't blogged since Tuesday! I have had much inspiration, but not enough time I guess. A man just came to the door to ask where orientation was, and I pointed him-hopefully- in the right direction of undergraduate admissions. I told him to take a right at the top of the stairs... and I realize now that will lead him to Coopers. It reminds me of my tour, when I did the same thing. I came in through the doors down here by the Auggie Nest, and I had to ask for help. I am pretty sure it was Mike Grewe's office that I poked my head into, and he showed me up stairs. It's easy to get nostalgic and think of the New World magic of my pre-college days. It will never be like that ever again... but I do suppose I wouldn't want to do it over.
It would be tedious to go over every day since Tuesday in detail... but I can at least say that the Student Senate Meeting on Wednesday was nice. It was held in the Century room, and not that many people made it, due to Ash Wednesday. The meeting itself was short, I took good notes, and I drank a Dirty Polar Bear from Coopers. I think I have roughly 5 signatures on my petition for Sophomore Senator. I don't know if I mentioned this, but I am running, and apparently a lot of people in my year are running too. I still think I stand a chance. Especially if I campaign.
Thursday was only yesterday! Big Day. I took my Odyssey test in the Honor's Suite in the morning, and then I went back to my room after finding a BEAUTIFUL "Still Life With Woodpecker" reference in the Echo Horoscopes. I called my mom, and even she didn't remember who Bernard Mickey Wrangle was! So I am pretty sure that joke made sense to a total of two people on campus: Me and Colin, three if you count Sam.
I wish I could devote more time to "Half Asleep in Frog Pajamas." Q-Jo is still missing, and Gwen is about to meet that crazy stalk market guy with the esparagus and the Nommo Card. OooOooOo! I really love Tom Robbins. He would be quite the man to know.
Right now, I am listening to "How to Disappear Completely" by Radiohead. I can easily see this album, and the others by Radiohead that I have finally ripped onto my computer becoming the soundtrack of this era of my life. OH! And how appropriate! For once a group for my era FROM my era.
This is the first Radiohead song I consciously listened to. Fred showed it to me that Friday a couple weeks back.
It makes me feel good.
:)
Returning to yesterday... I went back to my room and watched Wednesday's episode of Lost, which was satisfying, but not as mind blowing as last week. Ofcourse not. For the record I still think I am on team Ben.
I drug myself out of my room, and walked all the way to Oren for Writing, only to find out it had been canceled. In the interim hour and a half I decided to wallow in introversion, so I went to Murphey's grill, and got some chicken strips, which I ate while looking out the window at the cars, and people traveling through the heavy snow. It was very peaceful, and I was able to write down some thoughts.
Classes were cancelled at three, but the whole jazz band showed up anyway. We played through a few songs and were done.
After that, Tad and I helped Kathleen fix her trunk, which entailed us watching her discover that she didn't really need help. Then we went to dinner. Even though I was still sated from my chicken strips, I tried to force myself to eat a salad... which wasn't fun. When I was done with dinner, I was very full, but I went with Jenny and Ben to the Lucky Dragon on Riverside. That was enjoyable.
Finally, with the day finished, and no pressing obligations, I met Kathleen at Ruth's, and we drank hot-chocolate and watched Home Alone 2 on Tv. It was a wonderful evening.
Alan is coming today, and we are going to Duluth! That will be great.
I am in the Student Senate office again. I can't believe I haven't blogged since Tuesday! I have had much inspiration, but not enough time I guess. A man just came to the door to ask where orientation was, and I pointed him-hopefully- in the right direction of undergraduate admissions. I told him to take a right at the top of the stairs... and I realize now that will lead him to Coopers. It reminds me of my tour, when I did the same thing. I came in through the doors down here by the Auggie Nest, and I had to ask for help. I am pretty sure it was Mike Grewe's office that I poked my head into, and he showed me up stairs. It's easy to get nostalgic and think of the New World magic of my pre-college days. It will never be like that ever again... but I do suppose I wouldn't want to do it over.
It would be tedious to go over every day since Tuesday in detail... but I can at least say that the Student Senate Meeting on Wednesday was nice. It was held in the Century room, and not that many people made it, due to Ash Wednesday. The meeting itself was short, I took good notes, and I drank a Dirty Polar Bear from Coopers. I think I have roughly 5 signatures on my petition for Sophomore Senator. I don't know if I mentioned this, but I am running, and apparently a lot of people in my year are running too. I still think I stand a chance. Especially if I campaign.
Thursday was only yesterday! Big Day. I took my Odyssey test in the Honor's Suite in the morning, and then I went back to my room after finding a BEAUTIFUL "Still Life With Woodpecker" reference in the Echo Horoscopes. I called my mom, and even she didn't remember who Bernard Mickey Wrangle was! So I am pretty sure that joke made sense to a total of two people on campus: Me and Colin, three if you count Sam.
I wish I could devote more time to "Half Asleep in Frog Pajamas." Q-Jo is still missing, and Gwen is about to meet that crazy stalk market guy with the esparagus and the Nommo Card. OooOooOo! I really love Tom Robbins. He would be quite the man to know.
Right now, I am listening to "How to Disappear Completely" by Radiohead. I can easily see this album, and the others by Radiohead that I have finally ripped onto my computer becoming the soundtrack of this era of my life. OH! And how appropriate! For once a group for my era FROM my era.
This is the first Radiohead song I consciously listened to. Fred showed it to me that Friday a couple weeks back.
It makes me feel good.
:)
Returning to yesterday... I went back to my room and watched Wednesday's episode of Lost, which was satisfying, but not as mind blowing as last week. Ofcourse not. For the record I still think I am on team Ben.
I drug myself out of my room, and walked all the way to Oren for Writing, only to find out it had been canceled. In the interim hour and a half I decided to wallow in introversion, so I went to Murphey's grill, and got some chicken strips, which I ate while looking out the window at the cars, and people traveling through the heavy snow. It was very peaceful, and I was able to write down some thoughts.
Classes were cancelled at three, but the whole jazz band showed up anyway. We played through a few songs and were done.
After that, Tad and I helped Kathleen fix her trunk, which entailed us watching her discover that she didn't really need help. Then we went to dinner. Even though I was still sated from my chicken strips, I tried to force myself to eat a salad... which wasn't fun. When I was done with dinner, I was very full, but I went with Jenny and Ben to the Lucky Dragon on Riverside. That was enjoyable.
Finally, with the day finished, and no pressing obligations, I met Kathleen at Ruth's, and we drank hot-chocolate and watched Home Alone 2 on Tv. It was a wonderful evening.
Alan is coming today, and we are going to Duluth! That will be great.
Tuesday, February 24, 2009
Oh what a beautiful Morning, Oh what a beautiful Day...
...Oh what a beautiful FEEEEEEELING! Everything's going my way!
I don't know the rest of the words, but that has been the chorus in my head ALL day. This day was good from the start. Every bit. I showered last night so I was clean, I woke up on time even after hitting the dismiss button on my alarm, and got to breakfast in time to eat before 8. At first I sat by myself, but then Jake beckoned me over to sit with him and his room mate, who also wakes up early. It was really cool. I kept up with my regular morning routine, and went to the library where I "finished" my writing draft on light rail expansion, and then I went to Women's Studies.
There was definitely a bounce in my step as I hummed to myself and reflected upon the immense personal accomplishment of last night.
It could be argued that it wasn't a big deal, and that I am just really obsessive... but... dangit, it was an accomplishment.
SO. Women's Studies. Jenny was there before me (!) and we sat in the front row to watch "Wrestling with Manhood," A documentary on WWE. I hadn't really been looking forward to it, because I was more excited about the other movies like, "Kissing Jessica Stein."
Wrestling Entertainment is AWFUL. I am not going to go into detail, because that is what the Thursday discussions are for, but I want to express how sickened I am. I am sickened by the rampant heterosexuality, dominance as sign of manliness, homophobia, and the degradation of women. What is worse than all of those things however, is the audience. The people who put millions of dollars each year towards this "foundation" because they find it "fun." FUN. They claim that it's ok because it's not real, but the fact that they find that kind of behavior entertaining is simply wrong.
One of the quotes that inflamed me especially was from a man who thinks it's ok to let his young daughter watch men beat up on women, "Welcome to the real world" he said.
A real world where women "get what they deserve?" I don't think so.
Not my world.
Needless to say, that was definitely a downer in my day. I went to a library study room and listened to Ani DiFranco to recover. Then I sent out the Senate minutes. On a roll.
Classes went smoothly, and I ate dinner with a fragment of the family. Then, in a last ditch effort to procrastinate, I went with Kevin and Jared down to the Auggies nest to print something off. I forgot to blog about Kevin the last time I told him I was going to blog about him... So, Kevin. I bailed on his hair dying party the other day, and now his hair is dyed. It looks SWEET. He and his people got their "Riverside Explorers" special interest floor house in Anderson. Congratulations! Aaaand... Kevin is cool. Hoooray!
Now I am off to the Honors Suite to read. I am NOT bringing lovely Dante with me though. If I don't NEED a computer, the only other purpose it would have would be to go on facebook, and that would get nothing done. Up, Up, and AWAY!
I don't know the rest of the words, but that has been the chorus in my head ALL day. This day was good from the start. Every bit. I showered last night so I was clean, I woke up on time even after hitting the dismiss button on my alarm, and got to breakfast in time to eat before 8. At first I sat by myself, but then Jake beckoned me over to sit with him and his room mate, who also wakes up early. It was really cool. I kept up with my regular morning routine, and went to the library where I "finished" my writing draft on light rail expansion, and then I went to Women's Studies.
There was definitely a bounce in my step as I hummed to myself and reflected upon the immense personal accomplishment of last night.
It could be argued that it wasn't a big deal, and that I am just really obsessive... but... dangit, it was an accomplishment.
SO. Women's Studies. Jenny was there before me (!) and we sat in the front row to watch "Wrestling with Manhood," A documentary on WWE. I hadn't really been looking forward to it, because I was more excited about the other movies like, "Kissing Jessica Stein."
Wrestling Entertainment is AWFUL. I am not going to go into detail, because that is what the Thursday discussions are for, but I want to express how sickened I am. I am sickened by the rampant heterosexuality, dominance as sign of manliness, homophobia, and the degradation of women. What is worse than all of those things however, is the audience. The people who put millions of dollars each year towards this "foundation" because they find it "fun." FUN. They claim that it's ok because it's not real, but the fact that they find that kind of behavior entertaining is simply wrong.
One of the quotes that inflamed me especially was from a man who thinks it's ok to let his young daughter watch men beat up on women, "Welcome to the real world" he said.
A real world where women "get what they deserve?" I don't think so.
Not my world.
Needless to say, that was definitely a downer in my day. I went to a library study room and listened to Ani DiFranco to recover. Then I sent out the Senate minutes. On a roll.
Classes went smoothly, and I ate dinner with a fragment of the family. Then, in a last ditch effort to procrastinate, I went with Kevin and Jared down to the Auggies nest to print something off. I forgot to blog about Kevin the last time I told him I was going to blog about him... So, Kevin. I bailed on his hair dying party the other day, and now his hair is dyed. It looks SWEET. He and his people got their "Riverside Explorers" special interest floor house in Anderson. Congratulations! Aaaand... Kevin is cool. Hoooray!
Now I am off to the Honors Suite to read. I am NOT bringing lovely Dante with me though. If I don't NEED a computer, the only other purpose it would have would be to go on facebook, and that would get nothing done. Up, Up, and AWAY!
Monday, February 23, 2009
More Lost Ponderings
Monday Monday Monday!
(I still like Mondays)
I usually get a lot done on Mondays, and that is why I like them... right now however... I just spent too much time doing nothing, and now I blog.
I am still on my Lost Buzz. I just watched a video blog on it, and something was pointed out to me: ***********SPOILER WARNING*************
When Kate went back to Jack's apartment, and leaped passionately upon him it was because SHE KNEW THAT SOMEONE ON THE PLANE HAD TO BE PREGNANT!
AAAAAAAAAAA! That means that she is going to have Jack's baby... JACK'S! Why? And now, after three years in civilization AWAY from Sawyer... how is this all going to play out? And Did Hurley bring the guitar because Charlie had a guitar? Then, when Kate said, "Just because we are on the plane, doesn't mean we're together." At first you think, "Aw yeah, of course... poor Jack thinks they're together now..." BUT NO! The blog guy said that they are still all on different planes. Time. Existence. Woah.
Ummm... I think that's it for now. I can't wait until Wednesday... Thursday for me... Oh well.
I think I might try video blogging. I have a web cam, and it would help me to get better at vocalizing my thoughts.
This week will more productive, and less stressful than last. There are no big ordeals, and nothing to get ready for. I am just accomplishing tasks, one at a time, until they are done. Sadly, I am already off on a bad start... If I try hard enough, I should be able to get a bunch done after dinner. I shouldn't fret yet.
Soua is watching the Ugly Betty Episode that I watched Yesterday. GOOD STUFF.
I miss Lost... I miss Sawyer, and Faraday, and Locke, and Kate... Why do the men all go by last name? And why is Kate the only female protagonist? Besides Juliet... Why did she have to leave Aaron behind in order to come to the island? Does that have to do with the idea that women can do both family and career? Or is it just to better match the conditions of flight 815? Am I just thinking too much? I should restrict myself to just one Lost Blog per week.
P.S. Ali: Why do you hate Joseph Campbell? You weren't even assigned the whole book, and how, from those couple chapters can you justify such a strong dislike?
(I still like Mondays)
I usually get a lot done on Mondays, and that is why I like them... right now however... I just spent too much time doing nothing, and now I blog.
I am still on my Lost Buzz. I just watched a video blog on it, and something was pointed out to me: ***********SPOILER WARNING*************
When Kate went back to Jack's apartment, and leaped passionately upon him it was because SHE KNEW THAT SOMEONE ON THE PLANE HAD TO BE PREGNANT!
AAAAAAAAAAA! That means that she is going to have Jack's baby... JACK'S! Why? And now, after three years in civilization AWAY from Sawyer... how is this all going to play out? And Did Hurley bring the guitar because Charlie had a guitar? Then, when Kate said, "Just because we are on the plane, doesn't mean we're together." At first you think, "Aw yeah, of course... poor Jack thinks they're together now..." BUT NO! The blog guy said that they are still all on different planes. Time. Existence. Woah.
Ummm... I think that's it for now. I can't wait until Wednesday... Thursday for me... Oh well.
I think I might try video blogging. I have a web cam, and it would help me to get better at vocalizing my thoughts.
This week will more productive, and less stressful than last. There are no big ordeals, and nothing to get ready for. I am just accomplishing tasks, one at a time, until they are done. Sadly, I am already off on a bad start... If I try hard enough, I should be able to get a bunch done after dinner. I shouldn't fret yet.
Soua is watching the Ugly Betty Episode that I watched Yesterday. GOOD STUFF.
I miss Lost... I miss Sawyer, and Faraday, and Locke, and Kate... Why do the men all go by last name? And why is Kate the only female protagonist? Besides Juliet... Why did she have to leave Aaron behind in order to come to the island? Does that have to do with the idea that women can do both family and career? Or is it just to better match the conditions of flight 815? Am I just thinking too much? I should restrict myself to just one Lost Blog per week.
P.S. Ali: Why do you hate Joseph Campbell? You weren't even assigned the whole book, and how, from those couple chapters can you justify such a strong dislike?
Sunday, February 22, 2009
Simple things make us happy...
Well, it is almost two o'clock on a beautiful Sunday afternoon. BEAUTIFUL.
Last night, I didn't get back to my room until 4am, and I promptly fell asleep. This morning I was awakened by my mom texting me at ten. I didn't mind. I called my mom, told her about my day yesterday, and then, I got down to business.
First, I drug my computer into my bed, and watched the most recent episode of Ugly Betty. My parents had really hyped it up, and though it was AMAZING, it wasn't entirely worth their hype. Some of it was also lost on me because I haven't been caught up. Betty Suarez really is my hero. In this episode, she discovered what it really meant to be a "fashion girl" and she saw that it is not a terrible thing that she found herself at Mode.
The title of the episode was "There's No Place Like Mode" and there was a shot of her clicking her heels. That made me happy.
When that episode finished, I was bubbling with the excitement of the heel clicking symbology, which meant I was ready for Sunday morning phase two.
I put on some sweat pants, and my favorite weekend shirt (Barack Obama!)and went down to Coopers for a lunch. After this exciting weekend, I felt SO happy to be here. To be walking in these sky ways, in my weekend clothes, it was beautiful. Especially after seeing all the new faces yesterday, and wishing them the best of luck in the hours that will change their lives... My life was changed last year, and here I am! HERE I AM!
Here!
I brought MY food back to MY room, and crawled up into MY bed. I set up my computer again, and clicked on Lost episode Six, "316." This is when I got even happier.
I got caught up yesterday afternoon, but I saved the last episode for today. Because I was so behind, I didn't take notes, though I kind of wish I would have... My Honors training is having a hay day with Lost.
**Caution** Light Spoilers
1) "Why is the episode titled, '316?'" Those aren't the numbers! 4, 8, 15, 16, 23, 42... It is ALWAYS those numbers... 316 has no place! ...wait... wait... those numbers are important... I've heard them before... Ok, so the Oceanic 6 are getting on flight 316... !!! JOHN 3:16!!! Squee!
I whip out my Good News Bible and...
"For God so loved the world so much that he gave his only Son, so that everyone who believes in him may not die but have eternal life."
I know that I am not reading too deeply into this. Groven said that in life things happen, but in art, NOTHING is by accident. I've been paying attention. I saw the painting of Thomas the Apostle before they pointed it out, I stopped and said, "Why?" So a question pertaining to something as obvious as the episode TITLE is not crazy at all. Jack Shephard is going back to the Island. He is sacrificing himself. He is giving HIS life,just like John Locke gave his, so that the others can live eternally on the island. ... "John?" At first I thought that it was Jack sacrificing... but now I say "Duh" because it's JOHN. JOHN 3:16!
2) Shoes. A couple weeks ago in Liberating Letters, We discussed the story of Cinderella and the glass slippers. We discussed how shoes could be a symbol of the soul. Walking a few miles in other people's shoes... Shoes fit people specially etc. Jack took his father's (Christian's) Shoes and put them on John's body. Again, all Daniel's mother said was to give John something of his father's, the fact that it was a pair of SHOES is no coincidence.
3) JOSEPH CAMPBELL'S HERO ARCHETYPE! HAHAHA! (let me crawl off my bed and get my Liberating Letters folder...!!!!... back)
HERO ARCHETYPES!!!!!!!!
It follows the structure exactly!!!
A. Call to Adventure.
Ben: "Jack, Go back to the Island. They need you."
B. Refusal to Call
Jack: "No."
C. Supernatural Aid
Daniel's Mother. The shoes. The fancy Island finder room. Ben. Jacob. Jin's wedding ring. John's letter, "I wish you would have believed me."
D. Crossing the First Threshold
Jack accepting his duty, getting on the plane.
E. The Belly of the Whale
Crashing Plane. Back on the Island.
I could go on...
Goddess: Kate
Temptress: Kate?
ATONEMENT WITH THE FATHER!?!?!?!
Ok. I need to stop... BUT I CAN'T! Rescue from without, MASTER OF TWO WORLDS, Refusal of return, Magic Flight, RESSURECTION...
Gotta stop gotta stop.
So many layers... this analysis was just for Jack as the Hero. What about John? Ben? Kate?
Deep breath.
Sorry about that rant. I hope someone will understand.
Last night, I didn't get back to my room until 4am, and I promptly fell asleep. This morning I was awakened by my mom texting me at ten. I didn't mind. I called my mom, told her about my day yesterday, and then, I got down to business.
First, I drug my computer into my bed, and watched the most recent episode of Ugly Betty. My parents had really hyped it up, and though it was AMAZING, it wasn't entirely worth their hype. Some of it was also lost on me because I haven't been caught up. Betty Suarez really is my hero. In this episode, she discovered what it really meant to be a "fashion girl" and she saw that it is not a terrible thing that she found herself at Mode.
The title of the episode was "There's No Place Like Mode" and there was a shot of her clicking her heels. That made me happy.
When that episode finished, I was bubbling with the excitement of the heel clicking symbology, which meant I was ready for Sunday morning phase two.
I put on some sweat pants, and my favorite weekend shirt (Barack Obama!)and went down to Coopers for a lunch. After this exciting weekend, I felt SO happy to be here. To be walking in these sky ways, in my weekend clothes, it was beautiful. Especially after seeing all the new faces yesterday, and wishing them the best of luck in the hours that will change their lives... My life was changed last year, and here I am! HERE I AM!
Here!
I brought MY food back to MY room, and crawled up into MY bed. I set up my computer again, and clicked on Lost episode Six, "316." This is when I got even happier.
I got caught up yesterday afternoon, but I saved the last episode for today. Because I was so behind, I didn't take notes, though I kind of wish I would have... My Honors training is having a hay day with Lost.
**Caution** Light Spoilers
1) "Why is the episode titled, '316?'" Those aren't the numbers! 4, 8, 15, 16, 23, 42... It is ALWAYS those numbers... 316 has no place! ...wait... wait... those numbers are important... I've heard them before... Ok, so the Oceanic 6 are getting on flight 316... !!! JOHN 3:16!!! Squee!
I whip out my Good News Bible and...
"For God so loved the world so much that he gave his only Son, so that everyone who believes in him may not die but have eternal life."
I know that I am not reading too deeply into this. Groven said that in life things happen, but in art, NOTHING is by accident. I've been paying attention. I saw the painting of Thomas the Apostle before they pointed it out, I stopped and said, "Why?" So a question pertaining to something as obvious as the episode TITLE is not crazy at all. Jack Shephard is going back to the Island. He is sacrificing himself. He is giving HIS life,just like John Locke gave his, so that the others can live eternally on the island. ... "John?" At first I thought that it was Jack sacrificing... but now I say "Duh" because it's JOHN. JOHN 3:16!
2) Shoes. A couple weeks ago in Liberating Letters, We discussed the story of Cinderella and the glass slippers. We discussed how shoes could be a symbol of the soul. Walking a few miles in other people's shoes... Shoes fit people specially etc. Jack took his father's (Christian's) Shoes and put them on John's body. Again, all Daniel's mother said was to give John something of his father's, the fact that it was a pair of SHOES is no coincidence.
3) JOSEPH CAMPBELL'S HERO ARCHETYPE! HAHAHA! (let me crawl off my bed and get my Liberating Letters folder...!!!!... back)
HERO ARCHETYPES!!!!!!!!
It follows the structure exactly!!!
A. Call to Adventure.
Ben: "Jack, Go back to the Island. They need you."
B. Refusal to Call
Jack: "No."
C. Supernatural Aid
Daniel's Mother. The shoes. The fancy Island finder room. Ben. Jacob. Jin's wedding ring. John's letter, "I wish you would have believed me."
D. Crossing the First Threshold
Jack accepting his duty, getting on the plane.
E. The Belly of the Whale
Crashing Plane. Back on the Island.
I could go on...
Goddess: Kate
Temptress: Kate?
ATONEMENT WITH THE FATHER!?!?!?!
Ok. I need to stop... BUT I CAN'T! Rescue from without, MASTER OF TWO WORLDS, Refusal of return, Magic Flight, RESSURECTION...
Gotta stop gotta stop.
So many layers... this analysis was just for Jack as the Hero. What about John? Ben? Kate?
Deep breath.
Sorry about that rant. I hope someone will understand.
Friday, February 20, 2009
SCHOLARSHIP FRIDAY!
Well, today is the Friday of Scholarship weekend. One year ago I was here, I was lost, nervous, and exhilarated... It's Friday already, but there is still much to do. I have my day planned out on a note card in red and black ink. I mean business. So far I have done everything on the list, except do laundry, but I found clothes anyway, so all is well.
Finishing papers makes me very happy, and not just finishing them but proof reading and editing them TWICE and then having the satisfaction of stapling them together and putting them in the folder ready to be turned in. This is especially grand after laboring over it for 3 hours the night before. Mmm. It feels good. I know that this particular paper isn't very good at all, but it's finished! I need to stop settling for acceptable... but I'll do that later.
Passive voice does not make me happy. In High School, Ms. Swenson pretty much beat the passive voice out of me. She said that I was REALLY bad, but by the time I graduated I got better, but now I get papers back with angry "P's" written all over them. ... That's what I was struggling with last night. I couldn't figure out how NOT to be passive. So that was frustrating.
... I think I might be looking forward to today. It will be fun... I just hope that my Hostee won't hate me. Lllllots to do. After this I am going to our trumpet sectional, and I might practice a little before that, because I need to get into that habit, then I have to go to admissions and be a runner for three hours. At four I pick up Laura-my hostee- and then I take people to dinner. I don't know what tonight is going to be like. I fear that I am a rather boring person, who likes to go to bed early and do otherwise boring things.
Tomorrow I get to serve on the Honor's panel, and do some other Admissions running, and then it's done. *sigh.
There have been many other things happening lately, but I don't know what to write about, so I will finish with this lamentation for dear Emmanuel in Superior:
NEXT week, Alan and I are going to Duluth to see some of his friends and the Vagina Monologues. I told Sara because that means I will be able to see her, and she told Emmanuel. HOORAY! However, She believed that I would be coming TODAY, which is false... hopes and dreams were crushed, and sadness ensued. Even I was so heartbroken by this misunderstanding that I dreamed of Superior last night! I dreamed of Emmanuel, even though we've never met! Isn't that beautiful?
Awww...
Finishing papers makes me very happy, and not just finishing them but proof reading and editing them TWICE and then having the satisfaction of stapling them together and putting them in the folder ready to be turned in. This is especially grand after laboring over it for 3 hours the night before. Mmm. It feels good. I know that this particular paper isn't very good at all, but it's finished! I need to stop settling for acceptable... but I'll do that later.
Passive voice does not make me happy. In High School, Ms. Swenson pretty much beat the passive voice out of me. She said that I was REALLY bad, but by the time I graduated I got better, but now I get papers back with angry "P's" written all over them. ... That's what I was struggling with last night. I couldn't figure out how NOT to be passive. So that was frustrating.
... I think I might be looking forward to today. It will be fun... I just hope that my Hostee won't hate me. Lllllots to do. After this I am going to our trumpet sectional, and I might practice a little before that, because I need to get into that habit, then I have to go to admissions and be a runner for three hours. At four I pick up Laura-my hostee- and then I take people to dinner. I don't know what tonight is going to be like. I fear that I am a rather boring person, who likes to go to bed early and do otherwise boring things.
Tomorrow I get to serve on the Honor's panel, and do some other Admissions running, and then it's done. *sigh.
There have been many other things happening lately, but I don't know what to write about, so I will finish with this lamentation for dear Emmanuel in Superior:
NEXT week, Alan and I are going to Duluth to see some of his friends and the Vagina Monologues. I told Sara because that means I will be able to see her, and she told Emmanuel. HOORAY! However, She believed that I would be coming TODAY, which is false... hopes and dreams were crushed, and sadness ensued. Even I was so heartbroken by this misunderstanding that I dreamed of Superior last night! I dreamed of Emmanuel, even though we've never met! Isn't that beautiful?
Awww...
Wednesday, February 18, 2009
crisis and calm
This morning has been strange. I went to the library after breakfast, and was ready to sit down and do the Senate Minutes, and read for History... but then I checked my email to find a reminder that there was an Executive board meeting this morning at 8:40. SO, instead of being productive, I played facebook scrabble until it was time for me to go.
After the meeting I came here to the Honor's Suite to finish the minutes. I opened them up, and started putting letters and numbers in front of what Jasmine so graciously typed for me. It wasn't long before I realized that THAT WAS ALL THERE WAS! Everything that I typed up was gone, because I had been using Adam's computer, which, being a Mac was foreign to me. I must not have saved it, because when he sent it to me all was lost...
Ok, So I sent out an email explaining my situation... now I can do my History reading! ... which won't load and freezes the screen every time I try.
So what happened to my super productive morning? The morning that I was fretting over all of last night? Seriously! What a waste of worrying!
I can't do anything... lalalalala...
Last night Jenny and I went to the Mall to see Coraline. I wish we hadn't gone to the mall, because it's so much further away, but at least it's a change in scenery from what we're used to. I also got to go to Ragstock and spend $10. I bought a skirt because I wanted one, and a shirt that doesn't really go with it, but I am going to make it work anyway.
Coraline was fun, we got 3D glasses and everything! I didn't appreciate the first part because I was fretting over my work being left undone, but once I got over that, it was awesome. I think it's safe to say that I am in love with Neil Gaiman, and According to Scott, Neil Gaiman officially calls Minneapolis his home!!! That means I could run into him on the street... but like Jenny said, he just looks like any other normal guy. Anyone could be Neil Gaiman!
It's only a matter of time before the Sandman is made into a movie, and when that happens, I am going to dress up like Death, and it will be hot.
I don't like Coffee. I don't know why I bought a cup... Perhaps I thought it would help me get through the Minutes... that don't exist. Now I need to drink it all up before I go over to practice my trumpet. GROSS.
Brass Chamber and Band later today, and then yet another Student Senate meeting. I am actually looking forward to it, and I really hope that I will be able to be a senator next year.
Yuck. Coffee.
After the meeting I came here to the Honor's Suite to finish the minutes. I opened them up, and started putting letters and numbers in front of what Jasmine so graciously typed for me. It wasn't long before I realized that THAT WAS ALL THERE WAS! Everything that I typed up was gone, because I had been using Adam's computer, which, being a Mac was foreign to me. I must not have saved it, because when he sent it to me all was lost...
Ok, So I sent out an email explaining my situation... now I can do my History reading! ... which won't load and freezes the screen every time I try.
So what happened to my super productive morning? The morning that I was fretting over all of last night? Seriously! What a waste of worrying!
I can't do anything... lalalalala...
Last night Jenny and I went to the Mall to see Coraline. I wish we hadn't gone to the mall, because it's so much further away, but at least it's a change in scenery from what we're used to. I also got to go to Ragstock and spend $10. I bought a skirt because I wanted one, and a shirt that doesn't really go with it, but I am going to make it work anyway.
Coraline was fun, we got 3D glasses and everything! I didn't appreciate the first part because I was fretting over my work being left undone, but once I got over that, it was awesome. I think it's safe to say that I am in love with Neil Gaiman, and According to Scott, Neil Gaiman officially calls Minneapolis his home!!! That means I could run into him on the street... but like Jenny said, he just looks like any other normal guy. Anyone could be Neil Gaiman!
It's only a matter of time before the Sandman is made into a movie, and when that happens, I am going to dress up like Death, and it will be hot.
I don't like Coffee. I don't know why I bought a cup... Perhaps I thought it would help me get through the Minutes... that don't exist. Now I need to drink it all up before I go over to practice my trumpet. GROSS.
Brass Chamber and Band later today, and then yet another Student Senate meeting. I am actually looking forward to it, and I really hope that I will be able to be a senator next year.
Yuck. Coffee.
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