Memeage

Obviously, I'm a memesheep.

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Attention Whoring	29.55% You do a little dance whenever someone friends you	21.97%
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Heh. "Newsweek, People, and icepixie's journal." *snicker*

In other news, I went to see a concert by Chatham Baroque last night. They rocked muckhly--there were two violins, a viola da gamba (think cello, but not quite as big), lots of percussion done by one guy (tamborines, shakers, castanets(?)), and a guy who played both baroque guitar and the theorbo, which is the bass member of the lute family. Think a lute on steroids. It had a neck that was as tall as I am, or very close to it. Anyway, they played a lot of Spanish and Latin American Baroque music that was originally for dancing. It sounded vaguely like Paso Doble and Swing had had children, and it was hard not to get up and start doing ballroom. ;) They were selling CDs afterwards, and Kate and I are sharing one. If you get a chance, go see one of their concerts.

I'm an English major, I am, I am...

I'm back to liking Joyce. After the hell (figuratively and literally) that was chapter three of Portrait, chapter four was a welcome change. Love the irony in the priest's speech about how the clergy basically have the powers that should be reserved for God, and the fact that Stephen doesn't join the priesthood. And the ending is simply gorgeous, with the girl on the Strand. I mean, really:

( two long quotations from the end of chapter 4 )

Yeah, they're a little long, but so beautiful. And no, I didn't type them up; the entire text of the novel is here. Will have to read chapter five (the last one) before I know exactly what that's all about, I suppose, although I have a suspicion that there's some form of acknowledgement of the aisling tradition involved. (Aisling poem = poem where Ireland, or the spirit of Ireland, appears to a man in the guise of a beautiful young woman.) Or maybe she just becomes his muse.

Crap, now I wanna write my essay (due a week from Tuesday) about this book. But I think I'll just keep my Yeats/Synge comparison topic, 'cause yay Yeats.

Heh.

As theusual says, Kenyon is "a near-perfect mix of wonderfully insane and plain crap." On the "wonderfully insane" side of things:

- Pick-up badminton on the lawn between Mather and Gund Commons. Organized by Whitney, of course. I played for a while in a skirt and felt all 1900-ish.

- The people who attacked all the side walks with sidewalk chalk last night. I'm thinking it's Liz, Oliver, and the rest of that crew who did the Easter eggs all over campus last year. Most of it is rather nonsensical ("the flight of the bumblebee" and a picture of a bee, for example), but there are also quotes from Kenyon songs ("and spanked the naughty freshmen well" ;-)) and my favorite, a quote from Edna St. Vincent Millay's "Recuerdo": "We were very tired and we were very merry— / We had gone back and forth all night on the ferry."

Gotta love my school.