Thursday, August 26, 2004
Cartoons, classes, and birthday wishes
Go here, and watch this week's cartoon: "Coffee House Propaganda". It cracks me up!
What's so darn funny about is that Starbucks really did create a customer booklet on how to order coffee in recent months. I thought it was the most ridiculous, degrading thing ever. It explained what "whole milk" was, and included a whole slew of terminology that no one actually uses ("with legs" instead of "to go"? What is that?). Puke!
In other news, I went to the bookstore today. I had every intention of buying two things, and two things only: The Necessary Shakespeare and my Sociology book. I came out with the former, plus some Dorothy Dunnett (since certain people keep telling me to read them, and they were preeeetty paperbacks), some Mary Renault, a bit of Melville and some Charles Brockden Brown (both for class, so they're okay. Or they would be if I didn't already have a copy of Typee and bought a second one simply because it was cheap and pretty).
One hour and fifty bucks later, as I drove out of the parking lot, I realised I had not even bothered to look for my sociology book. Which means... I'll have to go back to Half-Price again tomorrow or Saturday. I sense more of my money going toward this fine, fine business in the near future.
And while I'm at it, an update on classes:
Advanced Painting will be challenging, since it's entirely self-motivated. None of this assignment business -- eep. But! I know what I want to do this semester. Go me! On the down side, I won't have my own studio space, as I had thought. But on the plus side, I have the big wrap-around patio at my new apartment that I'll be able to use as a studio. Rock.
The American Novel Before 1920 is going to be good, mostly because I'm taking it with Dr. Kevorkian. Kevorkian, as you may recall, inspired my cetological love of Moby-Dick last year. I anticipate that this class will be much with the coolness. I was also deeply impressed that Kevorkian remembered that I go by Teri -- most of my (granted, few) repeat teachers recognize me, but they still call me Theresa.
Shakespeare Through Performance is going to be more time-consuming and possibly more stress-inducing than I had expected. I was hoping for a hippie-ish actor-wannabe as a professor. What I got is an older, purple-nosed man with strict expectations and a mumbly voice. Word has it that he's somewhat misogynistic and doesn't think women should be upon the same academic playing field, so to speak, as men. Hurrah. He's already assigned us to read The Taming of the Shrew in its entirety and write a short paper, to be turned in Tuesday.
Intro to Sociology is a lame intro lecture course. I expect to breeze through it. 'Nuff said.
And finally, a little note of well-wishes to Erica whose birthday it is today. Happy birthday, o snarky friend, o bulb-obsessed gardener, o lover of the lands of Nethers, o wondrous writer of novels that are assuredly brilliant even if I still haven't gotten round to reading them!
And never worry, never fear
Your birthday poem will come this year
Even though it may be late
And... something, something.
I blame the moving process.
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