ignorance of the digital persuasion

A couple of years ago, I was taking a poetry class. (We mainly read, discussed and wrote about poetry, rarely writing our own. This was a good thing. Try writing a sestina and maintaining your dignity as a serious English major. You’ll see my point. Unless you are a poetry genius. In that case, good for you.)

Anyhow, we were discussing a Whitman or a Frost or a someone-else poem, and the guy who always slept through class actually piped up, saying “I found some guy reciting this on U2.” He mentioned it a couple of times. My teacher commented on how you could find anything on U2. Everyone nodded in understanding agreement. I was sitting in my own little (oft-inhabited) bubble of confusion.

Why were “we” describing things as “on” U2? What did U2 have to do with American poetry?

A few weeks later, I heard a story on NPR about the sale of You Tube to Google and I finally heard exactly what was being said.

I foresee many years of Pic rolling her eyes and sighing, explaining, once again, “Mamma…I told you. It’s 3DB! Three dimensional blogging. Geez.” (See, I can’t even come up with a better example that this lame attempt.)


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Along these same lines: Does anyone know how I can backup my archives? In case some mishap befalls blogger, I'd like to know that my posts won't disappear. Thanks.

have i mentioned...

...that this semester is kicking my butt? I don't know why, but I'm so incredibly exhausted. I can't seem to regulate my sleep. I'll continue to be an early-birdie through December. I just hope my final semester is easy on me -- I think I deserve it.

I've taken a break from catching up on certain blogs. I'm just plain addicted and I don't have time for this addiction right now. Right now, I need to go and respond to at least twelve student papers and read some more Gates of Fire and The Growth and Structure of Elizabethan Comedy.

So, I'm off. Alas.

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P.S. Happy Birthday Auntie Peecho!

who's george harrison?

One of my all-time favorite songs...

and


...an answer to my query above. (I can't claim this query. I'm quoting a former co-worker who, when told who George Harrison was, then asked, "Who're the Beatles?" I was flabbergasted, people, simply flabbergasted.)


Wonderfully furry men...totally Pic's type (so far).

insomnia attacks again! (just like those smells from starbucks)

Okay, since I'm planning for later today and not sleeping, I just thought I'd share. Why can't I be this creative when I'm delirious with lack of sleep?

A couple of Alices (RHPS and Tool). Not my favorite movie, but these are fun anyway (at least they are for me right now).


Also, I've never seen 300, but I admire these people's lack of inhibitions. If only...


Must sleep. Must sleep. Tomorrow, we'll be seeing Ms Judy for story time. We didn't see her last week because it was early voting and the thought of one storytime with all of us pretending to be salty little sardines in the cottage was not appealing to me. (Did I just type "tomorrow"? Yes. I meant TODAY!) Sleep.

visions of tooth fairies dance in her head

When we went to check on sleeping Pic last night...

blues

Hello, all. I thought to participate in a NaBloPoMo this month, but I found August’s topic uninspiring. (Not that I’m coming up with any stellar topics over here…I just don’t want to blog about “hot.”)

At first, I thought NaBloPoMo was actually a specific month. Maybe it is, even. However, according to the site where I got August’s theme, any month can qualify. I’m just not ready for this month to be the month.

I’m slipping into some familiar depression here. This isn’t unusual. I just feel lethargic, unwilling to do much. This can’t be the case because a lot is pressing on me right now. My penultimate semester here is looming and I’m not quite feeling prepared for the challenge. I’d like it to be the ultimate semester already. Then, I question why I do this…wishing for time to fly away. I really don’t want to rush through this life. I want to savor it. I just need to figure out how.

I’m also still conflicted about the should I stay or should I go now (if I stay there will be trouble, if I go there will be double…no?) dilemma. No matter what, though, I will be applying to a second Master’s degree over the ocean (where my bonny lies, in case you didn’t know…enough with the song references, I know).

Anyhow, I need to break out of this pattern.

On a good note, I went climbing for the first time yesterday. I don’t think I can do the experience much justice by writing about it now – I’m just too tired and glum – so I’ll write about it later. (I would post pictures, but I didn’t bring the camera, so no photographic evidence. Next time, though.)

I do have to say, though, that although dearest husband is a pisces, I think he was meant to be an aries. He took to climbing amazingly well. He has an instinct for it. He hasn’t taken to water nearly as well. Cardo’s ready to go out climbing again. He keeps gushing, “I hope they call me again and invite me to go climbing.” It’s nice (and kind of cute) to see him get so excited about something.

One last note: I made a dinner concoction tonight. Couscous, organic peas and not-organic turkey (organically-raised? I don’t know). I’m not exactly sure why I didn’t remember that cooked turkey is not a more appealing color, but I didn’t. I, of course, took pictures of our dishes. A couple of bites into the meal, Pic got up and started rooting around the desk.

“What are you looking for, love?”

“The camera. I want to take a picture of dinner.”

Ah, my child, through and through.

hello BlogHer!

Okay, so the make-my-day moment has arrived: I'm officially listed on BlogHer! This doesn't really mean anything, other than I listed my blog there, but it doesn't take all that much to make me happy.

So, anyone who visits from there, let me know. I'm always looking for new blogs to read.

Benevenuto!