Fri, 27 April 2007
Hey, do me a favor, wouldja? Click on that Popcurrent thingy in the right margin (here if you're looking at Libsyn).
And take a look at this very useful sock page (I know...am I obsessed?).
I'm freaking people out with my Hufflepuff Sock (What is that...a BADGER?!). Spinning a buncha llama, in public no less. Trying not to lose my mind when I go for a week at a time without talking to another adult. And being very sad over losing Vera.
Take a look here for help on French Titles. And enjoy Book 2, Chapter IX, The Gorgon's Head.
Fri, 20 April 2007
I'm about to head out to see the oral surgeon AGAIN. My mouth is
still stuffed with gauze and my head is stuffed iwth Vicodan (which,
sadly, ain't workin' too well).
And then, there's today's chapters, Book 2, chapters 6, 7, 8.
Chapter 6: All About Foreshadowing--really. Nothing should be taken for mere "filler" in this chapter. Miss Pross and Mister Lorry are lovely here, and Lucie, you may notice, is in fact the "Golden Thread" that improves all it touches throughout the book. She's almost an archetype--certainly not a 'real' woman, but an important tool that Dickens is using in the book.
Chapter 7: Back to France. Pay close, close attention here. We get a little Madame Defarge here (I wonder what she'd knit?) and while this whole chapter reads like it's an extended metaphor or symbol or grand allegorical moment--it's not. Well...it doesn't hurt to see it that way, but sadly, these guys are real.
This is an ugly chapter, meant to parallel the earlier chapter of the wine cask breaking in the streets. Dickens may not like what the mob is up to, but he has no love of the aristocracy either (remember, he wasn't born rich himself).
As always with Dickens, whenever he gives you a physical description--listen closely. It's a representative of the person's soul. And speaking of souls, listen for the corruption of these men's relationship with God.
Some words for this chapter:
Palace of the Tuileries Louis and Marie-Antoinette's digs in Paris.
Chapter 8: Lovely guy, eh? Note more red symbolism. And WHO exactly is coming to call at the end of the chapter? Hmmmm?
Some words here:
And then, of course, my heart goes out to the poor students and families at Virginia Tech. I'd like to think that this finally will get us to deal with mental illness responsibly...but I think I know us too well at this point. We'll treat this guy like a freak, and the next time a teacher comes forward and says, "I have a kid in my class who needs help." that teacher will be told:
a) if he hasn't made a threat, there's nothing we can do
b) you're blowing this all out of proportion
c) you're white and he's (fill in the color) and everyone'll just think you're racist
d) we can't lock someone up for something they might do
e) look, they're just kids. They say dumb things.
And the kids who need help will continue to go it alone.
Makes me cry.
Thu, 12 April 2007
And So It Goes...
Back to Craftlit:
I am sad about Vera; don't forget your shirt; check out some neat yarn stores (now and pending) I came across; a cool thimble; nifty blogs to read; a Knitty Coffeeshop (no really); a knitalong for this (which I covet); and more on the mysterious "Hilary Term".
Thu, 5 April 2007
We have a SHIRT!
More random information for you - the Bedlam mental hospital in London still exists - it is now a building called Salisbury House off London Wall and Finsbury Circus in central London and houses several law firms' offices among other things including the London office of the company I work for! (you might say not much change there then!). Although the office parts have been altered and updated the stairwells are still much as I imagine they always have been complete with tiled walls and it is a very strange mixture of a building to walk around in.
My First Sock-Swap (or, Just Call Me Sucker).
And who wouldn't want a Ron Weasley Cell Phone Cover?
And, as a way to date myself, you really should take a look at The Battle of the Bands (some graphic images, not for kids).