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I feel like I have been both very busy & very unproductive lately. I'm not sure how much either of those are true, but mostly...
There was a cast party, & Andrew, Elspeth & I helped a poor drunken Sean home (Andrew & I, once again, are the task force for helping drunk people). It was fun, I guess, all around.
Earlier that day I met with Dr. E, which as always was lovely. We (& by "we" I mean "she") somehow pared down my unweildy abstract to 109 words. Hot damn. Also we worked on my application essay, which ended up being me trying to write things while saying them at the same time, & long discussions about culture & the analysis of such, & how you can find different cultures even in someplace that speaks more or less the same language (hell, she said, just to go Muckleshoot casino). We talked about traveling everywhere we've been & about how you can't really understand the artistic works of a culture until you've been in the culture. We don't really know what it means to Oedipus to be blind until you've seen the blindingly beautifully lit place that is Greece, a place where light & sight are so important. You don't really get the pilgrims in Santiago de Compostela, & why the Spanish didn't care if a queen ruled as long as someone kept the Muslims away, until you've been on the wide open roads & seen the geography. You don't get the civil wars in England, or why Henry V was always tramping around in the mud, until you go there. We talked about the strange things that the English say, & about breakfast fry-ups (I love them, she hates them). Basically it was an hour and a half of joy. I have to write an intro & outline by tomorrow. Ack.
Right now I am in the writing center & Cozy & I are working on our production books for SM class. Huzzah. I want it to be Thursday.
There was a cast party, & Andrew, Elspeth & I helped a poor drunken Sean home (Andrew & I, once again, are the task force for helping drunk people). It was fun, I guess, all around.
Earlier that day I met with Dr. E, which as always was lovely. We (& by "we" I mean "she") somehow pared down my unweildy abstract to 109 words. Hot damn. Also we worked on my application essay, which ended up being me trying to write things while saying them at the same time, & long discussions about culture & the analysis of such, & how you can find different cultures even in someplace that speaks more or less the same language (hell, she said, just to go Muckleshoot casino). We talked about traveling everywhere we've been & about how you can't really understand the artistic works of a culture until you've been in the culture. We don't really know what it means to Oedipus to be blind until you've seen the blindingly beautifully lit place that is Greece, a place where light & sight are so important. You don't really get the pilgrims in Santiago de Compostela, & why the Spanish didn't care if a queen ruled as long as someone kept the Muslims away, until you've been on the wide open roads & seen the geography. You don't get the civil wars in England, or why Henry V was always tramping around in the mud, until you go there. We talked about the strange things that the English say, & about breakfast fry-ups (I love them, she hates them). Basically it was an hour and a half of joy. I have to write an intro & outline by tomorrow. Ack.
Right now I am in the writing center & Cozy & I are working on our production books for SM class. Huzzah. I want it to be Thursday.
