pipistrellafelix: (happy)
I finished my draft!

I mean, all of it. Every section. Obviously the paper still needs revision, & I haven't even sent it into the teacher for looking-over & commenting on, but WHOA the WHOLE DRAFT is DONE, YO.

It is twenty-seven pages of pure theater madness with some real-life primary research that very few people have done before, if ever, so, y'know, that's important and stuff. I confess I somewhat lose my objective-historian cool when talking about HUAC and the Canwell Investigations & I wax somewhat dorkily poetic about Florence, but YO. It's DONE.

Revisions are the easy part! This is like five million fun-but-heavy bricks off my metaphorical shoulders, y'all. This is AWESOME.
pipistrellafelix: (university of hamleting)
Through a convoluted series of links, I came across an article entitled Proof that Shakespeare did not Write Shakespeare. I'm really fond of it, mostly because it's hilarious, and not very well written. The author makes the assertion that a woman wrote the plays, mostly because women are better writers than men: "this is a proven generic fact." Ahaha! As the Shakespeare Geek Blog said, "I think perhaps that a woman should have written his article for him."

Some choice excerpts (italics and parentheses are mine, mostly pointing out parts I find particularly amazing):

"Some, mainly Americans, believe that there was no such person. A woman from New England named Delia Bacon who taught Shakespeare in school went to England in 1853 to try to dig him up to prove that there was no body in his grave, just a bag of rocks. She went to his grave at night with shovel in hand, but the British authorities, in furtherance of the scheme or conspiracy to hide the fact that there was no Shakespeare, stopped her from digging him up." (I'm not sure which is funnier--the image of a schoolteacher trying to dig up Will, or the implication that the Brits have a cover-up operation going on.)

"Further evidence that Shakespeare did not write Shakespeare: The exact date of his birth is unknown. Few documents or verifiable sources of Shakespeare's life exist, much fewer than would be expected of such a prominent figure. Originals of none of his manuscripts have survived. Not one document exists giving evidence of anyone ever seeing him. Not even his own family ever referred to him as a famous playwright." (What does he want? Journal entries from every prominent politico saying 'Oooohla, today I spoke with the famous playwright William Shakespeare!'
1. While we don't have the date of his birth we do have it of his baptism, which was the date mostly recorded during that period anyway.
2. We have a good sight more documents on Shakespeare than we have on other people in the period (does this author think that actually having historical documents is the norm? Is there a large document preserver these things are supposed to go in?)
3. Actually, we have plenty of records involving him and the Globe, both financial records, and playlists listing him as an actor. If people didn't see him on stage...well, damn, he must have been a mighty fine Ghost.)

...I'm being a terrible mocker, aren't I? It's not that I don't mind the authorship debate; I think it's fascinating. I just think one should do a little more research first.

And oh my god, this guy. This website is bizarre. His home page has tons of different links...videos for him running for governor somewhere? Talking about his hard drive recovery and all the books he's written? Plus this: "DNA Tests have proven that I am the father of my daughter Sandra. With these test results (in PDF Format), anyone who believes that I might be their father can have their own DNA test done and compare the results with the data I have posted and determine with a fair degree of certainty the likelihood that I am their father."

....there are no words.
pipistrellafelix: (Default)
I have been to very few live concerts in my life. In retrospect that might be a good thing, because I get crazy excited & start acting like a little kid. Joel can attest to that...I was bouncing on the grass along to the music probably a little more than was healthy. It was an awesome concert, though, with good music & a crazy crowd & silly banter from the band ("I'm a giraffe. I'm the only giraffe in Newfoundland.")--I find it really hilarious when bands lose it on stage.* Also, Joel snuck me in--even though I had a ticket--& I felt like a spy.

I have very little else to say here, except that I am really excited to not have to get up early for work next week, & to spend most of my time at the theater. Also, long stretches of time at work, revsising the handbook, is only cause for my brain to wander onto questions like, Who invented the keyring? And why?**


* "My name is Zach Braff and I'm a giraffe, / I want a lovely giraffe to dance with; / I walk through the park, one evening after dark / To find someone to take off my pants with." Gotta love GBS.

**Like my long and completely true very convincing story to Nik about the invention of straws, I was tempted to write up a whole anecdote that I didn't make up at all researched at great length, about Ralph Morrison O'Neill, the third of seven children living in poverty--but great intellectual wealth--as Irish immigrants to London in the 18th century. Little Rafe, at the age of fourteen, was tasked with helping his father in the shop, his most notable duty being to keep the keys of all the cabinets wherin valuable tools were stored. Sick of the way keys would get every which way in the bag in his pocket, Rafe wanted to find a better way to keep all the keys together. When he saw curls of wire in the scrap pile of the nearby blacksmith's, he picked them up, fiddled with them on his walk home, & before he knew it, had invented the key ring as we know it today. A tip of the top hat to Master Ralph Morrison O'Neill.
pipistrellafelix: (find x)
I find it kind of funny that the minute I get out of school & claim to be done (done, done) with academia for three months, I wind up entangled in a character who just wants to know everything & will stop at nothing to get questions answered. I do mean entangled. Thomasina is getting to me. I read an article this morning in the paper about time travel & another about quantum mechanics & it just made me thirsty for more. I want to go to the library & look up Newton & heat equations. I want to do math, my god, do I want to do math--I've forgotten all my calculus that I spent so long that summer learning, & I hate that. If it were possible to go & add a math or bio minor at this point I would. I miss science. The logic of history & lit crit, as much as I like it, is not the same as the logic of math and science...& I miss that.

So I'm going to do math. & search out science blogs (Dad's already sending me some--try this one on for size: is this art?, or this one: like Thomasina, but older?), & go to the library for everything. Maybe I'll just re-teach myself calculus. I did it once. I can do it again.

God, my brain hurts, in the best way. I love this.
pipistrellafelix: (ship)
Today I had my last writing center client of the quarter, & refused to sign up for finals sessions. (I am coming in Wednesday to enter data. I feel like I've given enough to this place.)
Also, I had my last Donne class, & then kept running into Jen everywhere on campus (I am going to miss sitting with her & John & Jake & being smart-asses in the corner*).
& I think I was productive on something? But I forgot.
& then there was Arcadia rehearsal, & man oh man, this play is ever funny & amazing. & this cast is gold. I am so incredibly excited to watch this all come together.
& then I met Cozy, & we choreographed for an hour & now we have a final.

& I am tired, tired, tired, & there is no point to this post, so I will stop. Maybe more coherence later? Maybe.

(* A smart ass corner seems to be a feature of McDowell's classes. I blame it on him. He only invites it. I told him today that what we really learn in his class is how to take it & how to dish it. It's true.)
pipistrellafelix: (margaret of anjou: she crazy!)
Also, Happy Coronation day for Margaret of Anjou!* & it's the death day of Kit Marlowe (supposedly, of course. I'm still tempted to write some quasi-accurate historical bodice-ripper** about Kit faking his death & going to the continent, or the Americas, to spy for Queen Liz.)

*Now that my thesis is done, I'm really quite fond of her. Actually, I was fond of her before, but it's no longer tempered by the research version of the sword of Damocles, or something like that.

**Although I guess in his case it would be a codpiece-ripper?
pipistrellafelix: (find x)
There are few things that make me feel more academically awesome than choosing to not include a professor's comments in my paper, because I don't think they're critical to my direction at present. Or having Dr. E tell me that I've basically surpassed undergraduate at this point. If i could get this much sass going over my Donne paper, I'd be set.

Oh! & 'cause I haven't said anything here about that yet, it's official: Cozy & I are going to Ireland to do theater in the fall! (Go us.)

In other, less happy news, people really need to stop dying. RIP, Mr. Alexander.
pipistrellafelix: (find x)
So after the week from hell (no, really, you don't want to know, it was just bad all around), this weekend was well on its way to making up for it.
There was theater, for one thing. Lots and lots of it, because I'm running sound,* & while that means I'm not running about madly onstage, it is actually no less exhausting or time-consuming than acting is. Also, I get to be bitter bitter tech with Cozy and Kristyn, which is entertaining (Cozy & I go about muttering "cue the fucking sheep" all the time, & we even have Jacki, our lights girl, saying it even though she's never seen Slings & Arrows). We get to have conversations over headsets, which are occasionally interrupted by the greenroom (sometimes an actor, sometimes Kris to chime in), because sometimes we forget they can hear us...

Also, I am firmly convinced that every actor, every one, should do tech at least once in their student career. In fact I'm pretty sure it ought to be a requirement to graduate from a drama program. Because it gives you a completely different & really valuable perspective on the whole endeavour, & also, I can tell you, if you have half a brain & a memory, you will a) never be a diva again, if you were, & b) be much, much more understanding toward your techies, during tech week & after.

Friday was a theater-kid party at Jen's; Saturday was the Gay prom & drag show (from which the subject line comes); today was dinner at home for mother's day.

Also, this morning, I got up early & did homework--I felt really productive. & to cap all this weekend off, I just have to brag a little bit. Just a bit, I promise. Dr. Young, who was the other reader of my paper besides Dr. Kangas, sent me an email with a suggestion for expanding one paragraph, & saying that he'd given Dr. E a copy of my paper with other corrections. I replied to say thank you for reading it, & that I was looking forward to his comments, & he replies with this:
"Thanks. Your paper was so good--in my judgment--that there really aren't any comments to speak of beyond what I emailed you. There are a few very minor corrections."
....I mean. Really? That good? *glee*

& now I have to go write a whole new proposal for Donne before I go to bed. Aiee. The one thing about theater that's not so great? No time for homework during the weekend....

*The Nice & The Nasty! One more weekend, May 17-20, Thurs-Fri-Sat @ 7:30, Sat-Sun @ 2:30. At the Lee Center, 12th & Marion. Only $6 for students! Plus it's hilarious, & I say that having heard it over ten times already, so you know it's good. C'mon. Give us an audience.

....guh.

May. 7th, 2007 06:29 pm
pipistrellafelix: (margaret of anjou: she crazy!)
So as I was standing by the elevator in Casey to go sign up for advising with McDowell, I saw Dr. Kangas walking out. We said hi, he asked how I was doing, I gamely spluttered a bit & said, Actually, pretty good. The thesis defense tomorrow got mentioned & I must have made a face or something because he said, You'll be fine, and then as the elevator came & he was walking out, he added, I really liked your paper--& I'm sort of burbling astonished thank yous, & he says, Yeah, I thought it was good, I liked it.

& the elevator doors close & I actually did jump up & down for a few seconds. I may have squealed inaudibly. He likes it? He thinks it's good? A compliment from Dr. K means a lot, becuase, guys, he doesn't say things unless he means them, never ever. This is a zero-bullshit man. He likes it!

Also, Dr McD & I had advising & he thinks I should do English honors (which I told Dr. B-F that I wasn't going to do) because I am a curious person & I'd be able to research anything I want. Oh. Lord. Um. What is with people thinking I am all smart? & more to the point, why don't I think so all the time?

I am all academically glowy. Yeah. & now it's time for Medieval Monday again. Ha! Drinks with my favorite professor! Bad jokes about history! Gabbing about tv versions of historical personages! Mmm. Yeah.
pipistrellafelix: (margaret of anjou: she crazy!)
Page count: 29-30*
Footnote count: 77

[* I think. It's an approximation, because OpenOffice paginates differently than MS Word for absolutely no reason I can discern, so I've really only got about 80% of what I think I have. It's supremely depressing every time I look at the page number & realize I actually have about 6-10 pages less than that lovely high number is showing me. Argh. Still, my writing's actually not that bad...some sentences are pretty classy. The quality of cited scholarship remains in doubt still.]

Also, because I am under the apprehension that someone other than me will find these funny, some of my footnotes that I like:
René’s titles are numerous and fairly legendary; he also claimed status as King of Naples, King of Aragon (including Sicily, Majorca and Corsica), Count of Provence, Count of Piedmont, Duke of Lorraine (by virtue of his marriage to Isabelle), and King of Jerusalem. Most of these titles were of course only that, titles—-though he spent much of his life defending them. (He was also, supposedly, a Grand Master of the Priory of Scion. This remains, sadly, unsupportable speculation.)

I personally am of the opinion that he [Henry VI] did his best to rule but was simply not of the right temperament. Helen Maurer seems more or less to be of the same opinion; she is sympathetic toward Henry but, looking at his reign as a whole, sums him up as “perhaps the greatest disaster ever to occupy the English throne” (p. 77).


(Also, I would like to add that one of my primary source texts, a handbook of lessons from a king's sister to her young daughter, has a section that basically tells little Suzanne not to fidget or pick her nose. So, really, kids have always been the same.)
pipistrellafelix: (historyofeverything)
I would just like to state for the record--as though I have not stated this enough--that Dr. E is my hero, my saviour, & everything else I could possibly want in an advisor. Why do I always forget how helpful she is when I'm all depressed? I had a meeting with her today about my outline (the one I thought was terrible--& it's not awesome, but it's so much better than I thought) & we talked for an hour & a half, mostly about the tangent we went off on, about Margaret's childhood, which ended up with us mining Wikipedia & marveling over Rene d'Anjou's hundred titles & the exploits of his wife Isabel of Lorraine & how fantastically crazy Margaret's childhood would have been. & you know what else? It's all completely applicable to my thesis--no, let me rephrase that, it's necessary to my thesis. & you know what else? I'm pretty sure that's a good three pages right there. Plus all of the expansion I have to do about everything else that I actually know more about than I think I do. Plus rambling about John of Fortescue, who is a slippery little bastard & kind of funny. Also Anne of France & her lesson to her daughter, which includes a part about not picking your nose, of all things.
& when I came into her office she handed me a photocopy of one of her articles, printed at last! & on the top it has written "to Kenna, fondly, Theresa," & she told me that now that I've given a paper at a conference, we're peers & I've graduated to first name use. Gar. Well I just... I mean...well, um. Incoherent with academic geeky glee.

& entirely unrelated, but still important:
Do you want to hear me perform in a student directed RADIO PLAY? Yes, you do. Because...
a) radio plays are super awesome & we have to prove to Steve G that they're not a dead art form,
b) it's about a kid called Marlowe "Mars" Martin, & really, is there a better name?
c) I play the cigarette-smoking vaguely-bad girl love interest, or
d)all of the above. If you picked "d" you are correct.

Go to KSUB's website & click on the "listen now!" link to the left to tune in & listen on Saturday April 21st at 8pm.
pipistrellafelix: (actress)
I think what I like most about Dr. E's critiques is that when she rips something to pieces, she tells you how to put it back together again. That, & she's just generally fun to talk to, no matter what the subject is. Also the fact that I have once again got all interested in my research project, just like I wanted to--finally, Margaret of Anjou kicked Macbeth in the pants & took over my brain again! I knew it would happen. I am now all eager to theorize about English pickiness over their monarchs--why absolute queens, ruling in their own right, are acceptable (Mary, Elizabeth I) but a century before that, queen-consorts piss everyone off (Margaret of Anjou, Isabelle of France*). I can blather on for pages about what "regency" means vs. a regency council, about the vast differences in the models of rulership, queenship, and governance between France and England, about the mutual misunderstanding between Margaret and Parliament, about how York is an eager bastard & is raising his metaphysical political hand before he really ought to, and how Margaret essentially kicks ass until York manages to kick hers. Oh, and primary sources, I suppose.

(* Okay, I know why Isabelle of France pissed everyone off. If you're foreign and you start a very blatant extramarital affair with Roger Mortimer & then leave the country & then come back to march on it with an army, & then depose your husband & try to become absolute regent for your minor son, & then conspire with your (still) lover to secretly hire people to murder your husband by sticking a hot iron bar in places where the sun does not shine, then it's fairly clear you're going to make people angry. See? Who said history was dull?)

In other news, the weather is weird as hell--fair and foul, so Macbeth was not far off. It was darkly gloomy and stormy in the morning, but by now it's bright & sunny all over and is looking green & spring-like. Spring break is going to be good. Next quarter will be good too, I think. (But what I really can't wait for is summer...)

three.

Mar. 5th, 2007 03:05 pm
pipistrellafelix: (stagebeauty)
I just got out of the most productive and best thesis meeting with Dr. E that I have ever had. I wrote an introduction & an outline last night (at about 11 or so, so I was pretty sure the quality was low) & sent it off to her. We spent an hour retooling everything. She told me what to add & where, how to move things around in the outline, the kinds of transitions that were necessary, what sort of order I should use given that it's a conference talk & not just a submitted paper, & where I could add snarky historical comments. I felt ridiculously knowledgable about my topic (something I haven't felt since...well, since ever) & also like it was something that I was perfectly able to do. I am not nervous about giving it as a presentation, either, & although the Q & A part scares me since people will be able to ask about parts I won't have read much on, Dr. E said that if some grandstanding professor gets awful it is her job to stand up & metaphorically punch them in the nose for picking on an undergraduate.
...the downside is that I have to give her a pretty solid draft by Friday. That would be okay, except that I also have to have a fairly solid draft of my ten page English paper by Wednesday. Oh, the hallowed halls of acadaemia...
pipistrellafelix: (boo)
So basically the History Channel is the best thing on TV.* They take metaphors & run with them for a ridiculously long amount of time, they have awesome recreations, they have the most wonderfully serious academic people & a really silly dramatic narrator, & you can make your own Dark Ages Character online!
Plus the silly dramatic narrator just said we were in "Reems." We're pretty sure he meant Reims, but the History Channel might have secret access to a famous city we've never heard of...

*I can say this because neither Firefly nor Slings & Arrows is on TV, & Studio 60 is on hiatus. Therefore, ladies & gentlemen, I give you the History Channel.

ETA: Let's just do a running commentary on everything people say:
"In 580 AD, the empire strikes back." (Ahaha, 6th Century Star Wars!)
"Life was shrouded by the long shadow of Death."
"Charles 'The Hammer' nailed down his plans..." (Ohhh...bad.)
pipistrellafelix: (classroom)
If you go to the website for the Golden Compass movie you can play with the alethiometrical symbols to unlock secret content. I'm having a really hard time not doing that, & doing my homework instead.
...I am such a dork. (I really want this movie to be good. It looks pretty, but I'm reserving judgement until I see it.)

I'm really wanting to read the books again, though, now that I'm reading Paradise Lost. The intertextuality is fascinating (when the Son circumcribes the ouward bounds of the created world Milton uses the phrase "golden compass"--I was thrilled).
pipistrellafelix: (gryphon)
the most ungrateful little dilemma ever. want to help? )

In other news, I love Paradise Lost, it is effing cold here, I want a new coat (that fits & actually keeps me warm), dear god alive I have too much reading to do & not enough time organizational skills, I am worried about someone whom I cannot in any way help, I am definiteivly not off-book for Act five, we open way too soon, I am still slightly afraid when people talk to me about Three Sisters (Wes of the Nine-Fingers, my old theology teacher, in the library, today), the library really ought to lend books for longer than three weeks (especially books so obscure that no one else is seriously going to want them ever), I bought a plane ticket, my roommates are lovely people, my room is finally clean, & I love chai tea. ...I think that's about it.
pipistrellafelix: (classroom)
Intellectually I know that "nonplussed" means perplexed, bewildered, to be thrown by something. But it sounds so much like "nonchalant" that whenever I read or write the word "nonplussed" it doesn't mean to me what it ought to.

Possibly because if one were "plussed"--although that's not a word in that sense, but then neither is "chalant"--if one were "plussed," I feel like it ought to be a synonym for "perturbed."

Fortunately English isn't based on what I feel like words should mean. It still throws me, though. (One might say I was...nonplussed.)
pipistrellafelix: (river happy)
I just finished my last oral exam for honors, & I kicked ass. I'm not even kidding. Last quarter was a fun oral, because it was the end of the day & everyone was loopy & I answered things well. But this one? First in the morning, & I blew them away. (Okay, maybe I'm exaggerating a little. But not much.) There was not a single question I didn't know how to answer, I had something to say to everything they asked, even if it wasn't on the list, I had conversations, I changed my answers to their prodding, I made Dr. Risser happy by being the only person to answer a certain question (it's on Gadamer, how could I not?), I answered questions from Iyer that weren't on the list at all.
Man, I feel brilliant!

Now I'm off to finish loading my stuff into my truck & vaccum & so forth...I come home tomorrow afternoon, & then I'm going to Jenny Chow. Tonight is CWS(A)--I'm excited. But I packed my computer, so no email or whatever until I'm actually home. If you need me, call my cell. Love love love to you all.
pipistrellafelix: (inara happy)
There really is nothing like rocking one's finals to make one feel like an utter genius.

So yeah, orals kicked ass--I talked for a ridicuously long time on both my chosen questions, so I only had a few minutes for each of the others...Taylor asked me about the epic conventions in "The Rape of the Lock," so I rattled off what I could remember in two minutes; & Olsen asked me to talk about Freud's super-ego & politics, which was a breeze. Wirth made a personalized question, which cracked me up but was lots of fun--based on the fact that he sees both romanticism (from my answer about Byronic heros & my love of theater) & enlightenment scientific rationality (based on my marx & robots paper), relate all five philosophers to those two bulwarks of history. Ahaha, ok. Sure.

& I think history went fairly well, too...we got to choose questions & so I was able to do three that I knew best, which is always good.

& now all I have left is my poly-sci paper. If I can get it finished today, tomorrow will be entirely Firefly with Andrew & Tartuffe rehersal, probably the best day ever. Wa-hey!

ETA: Ok, I feel like a bit of a doof proclaiming this but OOO I want THIS for my birthday!

*snicker*

Feb. 21st, 2006 06:01 pm
pipistrellafelix: (piracy option)
'Otho in exile?' 'Yes and no;
That is, we do not call it so.'

'And may we ask the reason why?'
'They charged him with adultery.'
'But could they prove it?' 'No and yes;
It was his wife he dared caress.'


Ahaha...oh, Nero, Nero, what an ass you are.

(In other news, what kind of an idiot am I, thinking I can write a paper in just a few hours on a subject I really don't know anything about? ...I guess that just makes me a college student....)

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