yrmencyn: (qc - drunk)
It is now 3:42am.  I have just finished my final project for Old English, a poetic translation of "Wulf and Eadwacer" (respecting the alliterative meter) accompanied by 5.5 page translation notes with critical reference.  I should be dead-tired, but I feel totally wired.  I really enjoyed this project, even if it did sneak up on me a bit (I thought it was due next week until two days ago; I've done pretty much the entire project in that time).  That's pretty awesome.  Now I need to go to bed though, otherwise my sleep schedule will never never never be anything resembling normal for, oh, the next month.
yrmencyn: (qc - drunk)
Jesus.  This was a very long day, and it did not start auspiciously: while I was first sitting down to the computer, I looked out the window and saw snow flurries.  Yes, it was in the 70s yesterday, why do you ask? 

Anyway, my day was spent almost entirely in the process of writing my final paper for Medieval Lit.  It is, I swear, the longest 11 pages I have ever written.  Seriously.  Took me HOURS, which is just bizarre.  Also it's long in word-count.  For 11 pages, at the standard approximation of 250 words/double-spaced page, you'd expect about 2750 words.  I've got 3348, and that's with a half-page image and a fair number of block quotes.  Do I just use a lot of short words, or something?  Seriously.  Anyway, this paper has definitely made me appreciate the field I'm studying in, where we write papers but rarely.  I'm fascinated by theory and academic research, but I fucking hate writing the papers.  Hate it.  Violently.

The high point of the day was Minstrelry rehearsal this evening.  We've got our performance pretty much set, and it's timed very close to right.  We started off a little sluggishly, but it ended up being a very productive rehearsal.  In the interest of tightening up our act, we have a favor to ask.  A week from Sunday (the 25th, that'll be), we're going to try and rehearse at Browning Amphitheater at 11am, and we'd appreciate it if some of you would come and give us some constructive criticism/feedback.  I'll keep you updated on any changes.  Thanks in advance.

Anyway, Spring Break has now officially started for me.  I have finished everything I have to do for this quarter, save actually putting my paper in Dr. Green's box (and I'll do that tomorrow).  Now it's time for the ritual returning of library books (and boy do I have a lot of them).  Tomorrow, Kevin and I are headed up to Ann Arbor to visit one of his friends on her birthday; we'll be back Monday or Tuesday.  Thank God this quarter is over; it was really brutal.
yrmencyn: (Default)
Greetings.  I just wanted to note two things.  First, we had a lovely party here for New Year's, saw lots of old friends (including some I hadn't seen in, literally, years).  I made some tasty food, a number of people brought snackums and drinks, and all in all a good time was had by all.  The group singing of Auld Lang Syne (led by my copy of Barenaked Ladies' Barenaked for the Holidays) was a special treat, as was having someone to kiss at midnight for, I think, the first time ever.

Second thing is to say that I've just now finished reading Orson Scott Card's Ender's Game for the first time ever in my 24 years.  Yes, I know, I waited more than a decade too long, but you know how these things go: sometimes important books slip through the cracks.  It was really stunning.  It can be read as an insightful treatise on the problems of interaction with an extraterrestrial species, of course, and in the unlikely event that that becomes more relevant I certainly hope the book is required reading at all levels.  That said, I think it's hugely applicable right here, right now as a story about the dangers and consequences of dehumanizing the Other.  It's a sad habit we have as a species, our willingness to paint those with whom we disagree as obvious fools or fanatics, when an interior examination would almost certainly reveal an internal coherency -- and thus an empathizable connection -- to rival our own.

In other news, OSU starts Winter Quarter tomorrow, and I can't access the registrar's site.  Which means I can't view my schedule.  Kevin helped me recreate most of it from other sources (he's a smartie, and I was having a mental block), but I still don't know where my Art seminar is.  Or when.  Or, for that matter, what the damn course number is.  Good times.  Guess I'll be calling the Department of Art tomorrow.  I'd use their website, but it is, unfortunately, pretty much worthless, a monument to form over function.  All pretty, no content. *rolls eyes contemptuously*

I bought a leather coat last night; it is sexy.  I bought Marcus Samuelsson's The Soul of a New Cuisine: A Discovery of the Foods and Flavors of Africa today; I've been VERY excited about this one since I saw it about a month ago.  Yay Christmas money!  Also had my glasses repaired today, since one of the lens-frames decided to break at the bridge while I was cleaning them a couple days ago.  All-American Eyeglass Repair, 999 Bethel Rd. (just east of Kenny), was wonderful: fast, cheap, and the repair looks to be both neat (you have to know it's there to see it) and sturdy.

Finally managed to get over to the departmental office to check my mailbox, where I knew my portfolio was waiting.  Also there was my commented final paper from Phelan.  For once, I was very happy to receive comments on a paper; he noted a lot of places where my argument was weak or, more frequently, underexplored, and the comments were actually truly constructive, in a way that I don't often feel like I've gotten.  This felt more like I was being approached as a peer by a more experienced colleague, rather than as a peon by a professor just going through the required motions.  Not to say I've had all disaffected, disinterested professors -- far from it -- but it's been a while since a prof and I have both been on board; I've written a lot of papers I could care less about.
yrmencyn: (vdub)
Oh, finals week.  Why do you persist in existing, despite my repeated implorations?  I shouldn't complain, it's not really going too badly.  I've finished my portfolio and my box of manuscripts (I was reviewing submissions for the Journal (OSU's literary journal)'s poetry prize).  Remind me sometime to tell you about the manuscript of political limericks.  Of course, I still have two papers to write.  One is due on Wednesday.  The other is due Thursday.  But!  I thought the Wednesday paper was supposed to be around 20 pages, and it turns out it's supposed to be 3000-4000 words (that's 12-16 pages for those of you who don't think in wordcounts).  So go me, I might actually have enough material to do this without... you know... stretching.  Cheers to that.  It's going to be a mite confusing, though, since I'm writing it for crit theory class, but I'm using a primary text and a critical article from comics class.  And I might be drawing in some of my crit theory stuff for my comics paper.  I feel like I'm writing two papers for one hybrid class.  Gah.

And yet, I'm in a good mood.  Kevin's been around pretty much constantly for the past week, which can't help but raise my spirits.  I made an absolutely gorgeous pot of red beans and rice (pics on Flickr, soon), my first since coming back to Ohio.  I was a bit anxious... as if the beans would know they weren't in the right state, and not behave.  Madness.  And then a lovely potato and broccoli soup last night, with cornbread (us Southern boys, we love us some cornbread).  On a less fabulous food note, I somehow seem to have  bought a box of Entemann's donuts today at Giant Eagle.  I can't explain it; their siren call was both undeniable and subtle.

I think I'm going to manage to save myself a good deal of money on my car, since I sat down with my good friend the Interwebs today and rooted through its series of tubes to find out how to change my headlamp and taillight.  Yes, I know as an American male I'm supposed to know these things, but I never picked them up.  Luckily the net will help, since VW basically says "Changing headlights is hard!  Let's go shopping!" (<--- Barbie reference), and tells you to take your vehicle to an authorized dealer.  Plus, I'm lucky because my dead light is on the side where I don't have to remove my battery.  Score!
yrmencyn: (Default)
Dear paper--
    Ha!  Pwned.
Gros bisous, Mike

Dear body--
    WTF flux?
Stop that shit (it's disrespectful), Mike.

*gulp*

May. 3rd, 2006 11:27 pm
yrmencyn: (armadillo)
Never did write that paper before going to fancy Friends of French dinner (fabulous).  Due in 12.5 hours.  Problematic.  Trying to decide whether to go to bed and awake at 6am, write it all now, or do a half-and-half shtick.  Dangereux.  I'm pretty worried this won't get done, which just won't be good at all.

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