Finale

I think that says “fin-ah-lee” Like final. I didn’t feel like dictionary.com-ing it. This will be my last post. I do not have enough for everyclass but I feel like the ones I do have, have some pretty excellent content. I have learned more in this class this semester than any other class in college. I feel like because i enjoyed what I was doing, I was able to absorb more of what we learned. Thank you Dr. Sexson.

December 3, 2008

The Dragon Lady Day: a grammer Nazi.

My point of view: I have never had a dragon lady. Just really great English proffessors, who, through no kind of degredation, have inspired me to love English.

December 1, 2008

Thenody. From Justin’s apology.

And… In our class, APOLOGY DOES NOT MEAN SORRY! I have now begun applying this to my daily life, by defending myself… rather than apologizing to others… this reminds me of a story.

A few days ago I was in my uniform and i was driving home for lunch. I was at the intersection of 7th and Kagy. Crappy place to be with no time. SO, this guy on a bike had to cross (I was trying to turn from 7th onto Kagy going left) and the car to my right stopped for him, and I was like “Yes, perfect opportunity!” So, I decided to wave at the guy to make sure it was okay to go, and he waved back, so I started to corss the intersection and this a-hole on my left slams on the gas! So.. I did what any normal person would do, I flipped him off. two days later the CSM of my battalion  in ROTC approached me to ask what kind of car I drove and I knew what she was about to tell me. Yep, this jerk had written a two page letter to my commander. STUPID! He almost hit me… and then when I flipped him off he decided to write a letter to my boss. LAME. So anyway, moral of the story. I was not at all sorry, I was “apologetic” that he was so pathetic and sad about being flipped off he wrote a letter to my boss. I must have really ruined his day. And he was an ex navy colonel.

November 21, 2008

DQ: Frued’s Reality Principle. DQ sees what we see, but also something else. “The Magical Horse Chapter.” Sancho says hazlenuts are smaller than mustard seeds. PG 723. Discussed end and conclusion of DQ. I no longer felt like reading…

What I thought: It was a very disappointing day to find out DQ dies. That… was a crappy “trailer.”

November 19, 2008

Poetry is to see the relationships between one thing and another. (Metaphor and simile.)

Stanley Fish: “Poetry is seen through poetry seeing eyes.”

DQ: Meets Dulcinea of Toboso. Euw. Of course, he thinks she is enchanted, and Sancho helps him out with this. PG 519.

Point of today as I see it: Poetry is all around us. We just have to be able to see it. We have to be able to pick out the similiarities in everyday things. For example: SETI and Mormonism. They are Both religions in their own rights. Both consist of large grousp of men gathering together to discuss their “most important” ideas. This is poetry. And comedy.

November 17, 2008

On this day we discussed:

The Cave of Montessino. Here DQ has “grisly” visions. Page 610 in the novel. (This might be the most important page in the book) he spends 3 days here but thinks it has been 1 year. Other novels that use this kind of 1 hour=eternity plot are “Alice in Wonderland,” “Slaughter-House 5,” and I guess “Star Trek” does too, although I have never watched it. Not imortality but the next best thing.

This brings about the following thoughts in myself:

Everytime you sit down to read a book, you add years to your life. You can read “Candide” in a few hours, yet you will have travelled through many years. Who needs a time machine when there is literature? And in literature, you can live die and be resurected. So who needs lazarus?

Jacques Derrida and Helene Cixous

I do not know much about the friendship between Derrida and Cixous, but I do know one exists because in my research on Cixous I came across a conversation between her and Derrida, and a certain book I obtained from the library said so. Therefore, when, in class, Jacques Derrida was brought up as being the father of Deconstruction, I thought it would be very interesting to go back and read the conversations between an esteemed feminist critic (Cixous) and the father of deconstruction. However, I could not find the same article again. I thought it would be very interesting to hear a conversation between someone who believed that there is no wrong way to interpret a work, and someone who thinks that a work should be interpreted as if none of the characters had a certain sexuality. (I was just thinking of Don Quixote having no gender.) What if, through the eyes of Cixous, Don Quixote had no gender? I can’t even imagine. Alright I can, but… back to the point. I would really like to find that article. This blog really went wrong somewhere I think.

Glorious Day of Filming

Honestly, when the Marxist group started joking around about creating a film, I didn’t think any of us were serious. But here we are four meetings, nine hours later, with a complete film that most critics would love… I think. The day of filming started with coffee at ICT and a little bit of script writing (and more tangents than class) followed by a little more coffee and a few more tangents. Eventually, after two hours of  “writing” we gave up and decided improv would be much more entertaining. So… on to acquiring a few awesome costumes: Mustaches from Cactus Records, white hair paint from a party store, alcohol from Town and Country (not really part of the costumes but necessary anyway,) and a few ponchos from a friend of someone’s friend. Not to mention all of the random ‘stuff’ we brought. Next, it was to the park. It was cold. And then the castle (inn.) For a lot of improv film-making. It was, for sure, one of the best school projects I have ever worked on. AND we got to drink… water… not.