Just your average Sunday
Jan. 14th, 2007 06:11 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
yrmencynHey there peoples. Well. The quarter has begun: we're going into week 2 or 3, depending on whether you count the first, 3-day week; I think we are. Let me tell you, it's going to be something of a doozy. I've got my eighteen hours of classes (see previous post), and I'm sorta-kinda auditing another 5 hours, in the guise of Dr. Heller's Old Occitan class, over in the French Dept. I did take the equivalent class in Louisiana my last semester there, but the emphasis in Heller's class will be different. Whereas Dr. Stone focused on linguistics only as much as was absolutely needed to make some sense of the texts in order to talk literature and culture, Heller focuses much more on the language qua language, only dropping into lit and culture as examples and background. So between the two, I think I'll be pretty well grounded in OOc come early March. And yes, I know that it doesn't seem that important that I be grounded, considering I'm no longer in a French program, but the cansos (and other verse forms as well, though mostly the cansos) speak pretty strongly to my poetic sensibility; they're really fascinating.
And now a brief sidebar to rant about the university's course restrictions. I'm sorta-kinda auditing because when I went to turn in my form for a formal audit, I was informed that this would not be possible, since I would then be carrying 23 hours. The only way it could happen would be with a letter from my advisor to the grad school, who would then have to approve the overage. I was also asked when I walked up to the counter whether I had talked to my advisor. This... this is ridiculous. I'm more annoyed now on a logistical level, but at the time I was pretty steamed. It all centers around responsibility. I understand the utility of hour limitations, especially for undergrads, who may not know yet what their capabilities are. But once you're in grad school, take the damn gloves off. Is it possible that I could really fuck myself over doing this? Yes, indubitably (though: I won't). The thing is, though, I don't consider it any of their damn business. Treat adults like adults. Treat the students who are, ideally, junior colleagues as peers, not as fools who need to be shown how to wipe their asses. If I screw myself over, that's my own fault, and I'll deal with the consequences; your job is merely to, at most, issue a recommendation on credit-load. And the advisor thing? That's just insulting. I like Andrew well enough, and I'm sure he could give me some sort of advice if I asked him for it, but I haven't really consulted with an academic advisor since... well, never. I regularly marched into the counselors' office in HS and told them what I needed signed to make things work outside the usual system. My honors advisor in undergrad got angry at me 4 months before graduation when I came in to see her for the first time since she taught my survey class my first quarter. I didn't even really have an advisor at LSU, and when I asked John (the Dir. Grad. Stud.) about classes and requirements, he basically told me to figure it out for myself. So "Did you talk to your advisor about this?" pretty much equates with "Did you ask your mommy?" in my mind, and I'll not have it. So instead I bypassed the system entirely, and I'm just sitting in informally, added manually as a guest in Carmen (the online course site system, for non-OSU students). Fuck you, university admin. Let someone else play your games.
In other news, Kevin and I went to see Volver last night. It's the newest film from Pedro Almodóvar, and it's fabulous. Does it rehash a lot of the same material as, oh, everything else he's every done? Yes. But it's still wonderful. The shots are superb, and the dialogue (as much as I could glean through the subs and my rudimentary Spanish) is spot-on. The music, in particular, kept making me laugh (with the movie, not at it). Penelope Cruz et al. were a lovely ensemble cast, who I really think did a fine job. Also, Volver did break some new generic ground for Almodóvar, I think: there's this thread of the supernatural running all the way through that isn't so present in, say, Todo sobre mi madre or Mujeres al borde de un ataque de nervios. I may be an Almodóvar groupie, but if I am the critics are, too: it's been quite well-received.
In other news, my laptop has finally deteriorated to a point where I feel the intense need to replace it. The breaking point (HA.) was when I noted that the left lid hinge has come apart. Now the screen occasionally decides to just straight up fall backwards, but conversely when you try to move the screen you have to clamp down on the lid's edge very tight, so as to keep the pieces of the mechanism together and not break the plastic casing around the screen. This, on top of: an appallingly balky optical drive, a sporadically malfunctioning built-in webcam (it likes to pop up a balloon telling me it's unplugged), a keyboard with various idiosyncrasies, a completely fucking dead battery, some possibly-related power supply issues, and some of the worst customer service I've dealt with from a computer supplier. The customer service, particularly, is about to drive me over the edge: they promise to do things, and then nothing ever happens. I have to call them on Tuesday and harass them about my replacement battery, which really should have been here at least a week ago. They were actually supposed to have replaced my entire system at one point soon after I got it (dead pixel issues), and that... well, it never happened, despite repeated calls and assurances. So, the gist: don't buy a computer from Widow PC. Their site is very convincing, as are some of the deals, especially on the low-end products, but in the end you're going to get a crap computer that will not last nearly so long as a competitor's equivalent product. They claim to make the computers from high-quality products, but from the casing on in, I've really not seen evidence of this. Maybe in their high-end products (their main focus) there's good stuff, but every last bit of my notebook is cheap knock-off shit, held together with Bond-o and baling wire (as we say where I'm from).
So what am I doing? I'm getting another Dell. My geek cred will hardly skyrocket, but you know what? I've never had a problem with them. The Dell boxes I've had have always been of high quality, their support is generally friendly and efficient, and the purchasing and delivery process is smooth and easy. Sure, you have to do a little bit of work to get rid of their pre-installed madness (I really don't need a Dell Update Manager, thank you), but I'll much more happily take a computer whose main error is over-protectiveness than one that just makes me angry. Plus Kevin found a coupon on the Dell site knocking off 20% from any Inspiron notebook (which is what I'd be getting), so that sweetens the pot. I'm still not 100% sure -- I won't be until I've actually bought the damn thing -- but I'll probably be getting a new laptop soon. I mean, I've even applied and been accepted for Dell financing (though, sadly, not at the zero interest for 6 mo. option), which says to me that I'm pretty sure of it. Anybody want an old laptop? She's not pretty, but she'll get you through the day-- as long as you hold her lid together. Cheap.
Anyway, off to go read more. I've completed my 30 lines of blank verse (not the worst thing I've ever written, though far from the best), but I've still got four poets' work to read in our anthology for workshop, and the second half of a facsimile of the Dialogus of Salomon and Marcolphus for Medieval Lit on Tuesday. Cheers!
And now a brief sidebar to rant about the university's course restrictions. I'm sorta-kinda auditing because when I went to turn in my form for a formal audit, I was informed that this would not be possible, since I would then be carrying 23 hours. The only way it could happen would be with a letter from my advisor to the grad school, who would then have to approve the overage. I was also asked when I walked up to the counter whether I had talked to my advisor. This... this is ridiculous. I'm more annoyed now on a logistical level, but at the time I was pretty steamed. It all centers around responsibility. I understand the utility of hour limitations, especially for undergrads, who may not know yet what their capabilities are. But once you're in grad school, take the damn gloves off. Is it possible that I could really fuck myself over doing this? Yes, indubitably (though: I won't). The thing is, though, I don't consider it any of their damn business. Treat adults like adults. Treat the students who are, ideally, junior colleagues as peers, not as fools who need to be shown how to wipe their asses. If I screw myself over, that's my own fault, and I'll deal with the consequences; your job is merely to, at most, issue a recommendation on credit-load. And the advisor thing? That's just insulting. I like Andrew well enough, and I'm sure he could give me some sort of advice if I asked him for it, but I haven't really consulted with an academic advisor since... well, never. I regularly marched into the counselors' office in HS and told them what I needed signed to make things work outside the usual system. My honors advisor in undergrad got angry at me 4 months before graduation when I came in to see her for the first time since she taught my survey class my first quarter. I didn't even really have an advisor at LSU, and when I asked John (the Dir. Grad. Stud.) about classes and requirements, he basically told me to figure it out for myself. So "Did you talk to your advisor about this?" pretty much equates with "Did you ask your mommy?" in my mind, and I'll not have it. So instead I bypassed the system entirely, and I'm just sitting in informally, added manually as a guest in Carmen (the online course site system, for non-OSU students). Fuck you, university admin. Let someone else play your games.
In other news, Kevin and I went to see Volver last night. It's the newest film from Pedro Almodóvar, and it's fabulous. Does it rehash a lot of the same material as, oh, everything else he's every done? Yes. But it's still wonderful. The shots are superb, and the dialogue (as much as I could glean through the subs and my rudimentary Spanish) is spot-on. The music, in particular, kept making me laugh (with the movie, not at it). Penelope Cruz et al. were a lovely ensemble cast, who I really think did a fine job. Also, Volver did break some new generic ground for Almodóvar, I think: there's this thread of the supernatural running all the way through that isn't so present in, say, Todo sobre mi madre or Mujeres al borde de un ataque de nervios. I may be an Almodóvar groupie, but if I am the critics are, too: it's been quite well-received.
In other news, my laptop has finally deteriorated to a point where I feel the intense need to replace it. The breaking point (HA.) was when I noted that the left lid hinge has come apart. Now the screen occasionally decides to just straight up fall backwards, but conversely when you try to move the screen you have to clamp down on the lid's edge very tight, so as to keep the pieces of the mechanism together and not break the plastic casing around the screen. This, on top of: an appallingly balky optical drive, a sporadically malfunctioning built-in webcam (it likes to pop up a balloon telling me it's unplugged), a keyboard with various idiosyncrasies, a completely fucking dead battery, some possibly-related power supply issues, and some of the worst customer service I've dealt with from a computer supplier. The customer service, particularly, is about to drive me over the edge: they promise to do things, and then nothing ever happens. I have to call them on Tuesday and harass them about my replacement battery, which really should have been here at least a week ago. They were actually supposed to have replaced my entire system at one point soon after I got it (dead pixel issues), and that... well, it never happened, despite repeated calls and assurances. So, the gist: don't buy a computer from Widow PC. Their site is very convincing, as are some of the deals, especially on the low-end products, but in the end you're going to get a crap computer that will not last nearly so long as a competitor's equivalent product. They claim to make the computers from high-quality products, but from the casing on in, I've really not seen evidence of this. Maybe in their high-end products (their main focus) there's good stuff, but every last bit of my notebook is cheap knock-off shit, held together with Bond-o and baling wire (as we say where I'm from).
So what am I doing? I'm getting another Dell. My geek cred will hardly skyrocket, but you know what? I've never had a problem with them. The Dell boxes I've had have always been of high quality, their support is generally friendly and efficient, and the purchasing and delivery process is smooth and easy. Sure, you have to do a little bit of work to get rid of their pre-installed madness (I really don't need a Dell Update Manager, thank you), but I'll much more happily take a computer whose main error is over-protectiveness than one that just makes me angry. Plus Kevin found a coupon on the Dell site knocking off 20% from any Inspiron notebook (which is what I'd be getting), so that sweetens the pot. I'm still not 100% sure -- I won't be until I've actually bought the damn thing -- but I'll probably be getting a new laptop soon. I mean, I've even applied and been accepted for Dell financing (though, sadly, not at the zero interest for 6 mo. option), which says to me that I'm pretty sure of it. Anybody want an old laptop? She's not pretty, but she'll get you through the day-- as long as you hold her lid together. Cheap.
Anyway, off to go read more. I've completed my 30 lines of blank verse (not the worst thing I've ever written, though far from the best), but I've still got four poets' work to read in our anthology for workshop, and the second half of a facsimile of the Dialogus of Salomon and Marcolphus for Medieval Lit on Tuesday. Cheers!
