The Mock Turtle

Announcement

2008-04-08T20:07:00.000-07:00

Well, since my main reason for switching to blogger has now thoroughly turned out to be a bust (Picasa does not make posting photos easier, but possibly harder) I'm switching back to wordpress, at least for my everday fruity purposes. This might actually become a reading blog, as per the original stated intentions.

Anyway, it's pretty straightforward: just elletrice.wordpress.com, effective as soon as I've done some homework.

Pasta!

2008-04-06T18:06:00.000-07:00

We made Pasta tonight!

It's a good idea!

The ravioli was a group effort, but Andy took all the credit.

Pasta maker, rolling pin, pasta!

This is where it got delicious. The rest is history.

Bathroom Balloons

2008-04-05T10:27:00.000-07:00

How I spent the weekend before exams, when I should have been studying:

Artwork by me, Molly, and Chuck.

When does death come?

2008-04-04T13:19:00.000-07:00

I am writing in black. black like my heart, after a certain incident after class to-day, involving me over-hearing a conversation. I'm not going to say what the class was, or who the student was (ok, I don't know her name anyway), or more importantly what that student's major was, because it is wrong to judge people by their majors, and it is also one of my major hobbies.

We had just watched some video of a lecture by Joseph Campbell (if you don't know him, I'm not even going to say look him up, I'm going to say, don't worry about it, because he is pervasive enough that you will; you won't have to try). The lecture was given in the eighties, when he was not only very well-known and respected, but his scholarship had progressed almost as far as it would do; he died soon afterwards.

As we left the class, one of the girls, walking behind me, remarked to another, "When he started to talk--well, first of all, he was old, which turned me off right away." He was old. And, of course, in the realm of scholarship, being old is a bad thing, because it means that you've had more time to learn and study and reflect, gaining both scholarly knowledge and life experience. You have less to learn from old people. It would have been much better if we had watched a video of a twenty-something documentary film maker explaining his take on the universality and particularity of themes stemming from the subconscious as manifested in world mythology, because his fresh perspective would have been worth much more than Joseph Campbell's 50+ years of scholarship.

Some people do not deserve a college education.

flickr therapy

2008-04-03T06:39:00.001-07:00

patience: ZED 89.365, originally uploaded by mistybliss.

This was the only thing that made me happy to-day.

design

2008-04-01T06:30:00.000-07:00

It's just a feeling I've been having recently. An aversion to design, or rather, to the over-designedness of everything. Especially these magazines that suggest (through word or picture) that you arrange your books by color! Imagine trying to find a book that way. I arrange my books by language, and then by national literature and genre, excluding reference books, which I group all together and then by language. And undoubtedly there are many systems that would work quite well, but unless we are speaking of someone who would remember the color of every book they own--a very rare character, I should say--it is simply unimaginable that one could really get along arranging all one's books according to color.

So, a comment on the blog. The reason why I haven't made my own layouts for years is a separate question, and one I will probably not address on this blog. But my motive for the recent switch to this more minimalist layout is related to the above complaint. The fact that I'm a giant fruitcake notwithstanding, this layout reminds me of the old, text-based pseudo, always with white backgrounds, and invisible tables broken up by occasional dashed lines. Though I'm using design-esque language right now, I hope you can discern that what I'm describing is not design, it's a mess. And it's beautiful. As when I buy dresses and things because I think they're ugly. It's satisfying.

But there is something about design, the reason we're being sucked into it, one and all. (Well, not all. Certainly not my boyfriend.) And I don't mind conformity; it safeguards against certain dangers, and it's never absolute: no need to worry about that. And I don't mind foolishness, nor arbitrariness, nor even a little bit of uselessness. But futility is a different matter. I vote for stopping short of that, before we turn into pompoms. That is all.

Molly's monologue

2008-03-29T15:22:00.000-07:00

Would you

like my number.

Youknow, my phone number.

because if you want it
you can have it.
But not in the way that it
would be yours
I mean when I say "would
you like my phone number
I mean would you like me
just to tell you what it is.

okay okay...well I will tell you
then... 7 3 9 oh damn I forgot it again

adapted from a little Claire fontaine notebook, as composed by Molly.

A word on color

2008-03-28T16:46:00.000-07:00

Ok, I'm a fruitcake. I'm aware. But I am just going to say that I find it not only enjoyable but increasingly necessary to post in color. (I'm using green to-day cos it's my explanatory color) I think it says more than anything in my posts does to indicate my mood. Also, if you have a computer... why not keep things colorful? To illustrate this point, I would like to share some of my favorite colors from flickr and colourlovers.com...

I cant take my mind off of you..., originally uploaded by Pinkbell.

Half Circle, originally uploaded by carceek.

190308, originally uploaded by shimmer..

and this next one is currently my wallpaper. I'm fond...

I'll comment on the layout change next post.

Caffeine.... ner...

2008-03-27T13:47:00.000-07:00

Not. functional. Not at all. Oh my gush.

Books. Ok, Evelyn Waugh's Decline and Fall. --Why does no one underline anymore?--
I finished The Adventures of Augie March, some time ago, but I never spoke of it, as far as I can remember. Yes, it's funny. And it's sort of... well, if it were a person, I'd say that it rambled, with its feet. But as a book it didn't ramble so much as just refuse to settle down, I think. Which suited me just fine in France. It was my comfort English.
Not interested. Not in the least...
why am I writing this so caffeinated? It was an accident. I couldn't feel my morning coffee, and I was hungry, so I got a honey latte at Alterra. It's good. You should go if you're in Milwaukee. I really want one of their mugs. I'm gradually outfitting the entire Fontana family with them, but do not have one myself.

Never, never, let me post after so much coffee again. Or otherwise, get me to do drugs so that coffee doesn't affect me so much. There's a thought.

PS: this is what I'm wearing. well, sort of.

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Now playing: The Style Council - Walls Come Tumbling Down
via FoxyTunes

Shallow News

2008-03-17T13:26:00.000-07:00

I was just watching The Station Agent, and now have a crush on Bobby Cannavale. So, was I ever excited to find out that he was in a film with Robin Williams! The Night Listener has been bumped to the top of my netflix queue. Nice.

Garbo, Beckett, Vergil

2008-03-13T14:43:00.000-07:00

In celebration of one of my favorite things, it is time for a list:

Last night was the one and only performance of Kabarett Stromausfall. I sang a number, and participated in a sketch and a silly little dance. I am now known as "sexappeal girl".
Tomorrow night is opening night (of two) of the Beckett plays being put on by Mountebanks. I'm also in that, for something completely different.
I'm done with classes now (except for a German wrap-up), leaving one exam and a paper on the Aeneid. (if you're going to read the Aeneid in translation, please, please, read Dryden's translation.)
I now listen to BBC World Service (using a Google Desktop gadget) and BBC World Service podcasts. I never get around to reading the papers as much as I'd like, but I can do this while doing other things! I recommend it.
Netvibes is out of beta. Some people found my reaction inappropriately enthusiastic. (Maybe it wasn't something to announce at our house meeting... maybe.)

Sacs Réutilisables and other tales

2008-03-04T19:03:00.000-08:00

So, on day 2 of week 9 (the week after week 10 is exam week on our trimester system), I realized I had a research paper, went to the library, and came back with 12 books. My housemates were proud of me when they saw me actually using my sacs réutilisables--this time one from Target.

About an hour later, I realized that my blogger page is still set to French.

snows

2008-02-13T05:45:00.000-08:00

It's raining on my snow! This seems uncalled-for.

Egbu

2008-01-17T12:15:00.001-08:00

I was going to title this post "English," but I felt that "Egbu" better expressed what I feel. I just came back from a Classics talk, about a theory of self-liberation by slaves in ancient Athens. So what I'm thinking about is, in title-form, The Mundane in Poetry.

Doesn't it make you crazy when you're reading a poem, and you come across a really great line--absolutely beautiful poetry--and you want to find an excuse to quote it, but then you realize that the topic in question is the literary equivalent of toejam and there's no way a situation will come up in which it could be appropriate to quote that line?

I hate that.

Funny (not haha funny) things about French people!

2007-12-06T08:00:00.000-08:00

They discuss elevators--and other trivial things--seriously, and at length.

They all have GPS in their cars, but many don't have internet at home.

They get MAD if you confuse the word for "feet" with the word for "paws".

They wear shorts with tights--but we'll probably be doing this in the US by next year, so I don't know if I should comment...

All the homeless people have dogs.

They are always on strike.

Please applaud my feeble guilt-post.

HAPPY ST NICK'S!!!

NAEP

2007-11-17T10:23:00.000-08:00

This is what the NAEP has to say for itself:

"The National Assessment of Educational Progress (NAEP) is the only nationally representative and continuing assessment of what America's students know and can do in various subject areas." (source)

...which is exactly the problem. I'll try to go into this more later, probably on my other blog, but for the moment, I just wanted to put this out there. I am perturbed.

story time

2007-11-01T14:01:00.000-07:00

I have a story. You're going to love it. Last night, my mother went to dinner at a French restaurant in Milwaukee, Wisconsin. I went to a French restaurant in Avignon, France. We compared notes to-day, and as it turns out, we both got French Onion Soup! (though in France they just call it Onion Soup).

It was amazing.

Then I walked on the Pont D'Avignon, but did not have enough friends to dance en rond.

Itsy bitsy spider...

2007-10-31T14:17:00.000-07:00

BOO!

Couples

2007-10-28T09:30:00.000-07:00

Here are my French couples up to now:

Excitement at the Place de la Mairie

2007-10-24T14:47:00.000-07:00

There was a Harry Potter bus outside the Opera to-day. Why? I don't know. But it had flags on top and was excessively exciting. Andy and I both felt this way, so he took this photo. And then he shared it with me so that I could finally blog about something.

This all happened on our way back from the Boutique SNCF, where we bought train tickets to the south of France. We're leaving a week from to-day, and we're gonna spend a few days down there, at Avignon, and surrounding area. Should be super. I'm actually really excited to get away in a non-educational way. Of course, non-educational just means not with a school group. I'm naturally pumped for the Roman ruins.

Also, can I just say that eating is the meaning of my life? Because that might make me a fat girl, but it's increasingly true. I think I'll start taking photos of French food. Spread the fatness. I will literally do so as well when I get back to the US, cos I have a crepe pan! (party)

Go Foto

2007-10-10T06:38:00.000-07:00

Foto: second go

2007-10-05T05:50:00.000-07:00

I have photos up! So I hope you're super happy with me.

go look

2007-10-04T12:36:00.001-07:00

Yes, I'm neglectful. But it's so discouraging not to be able to post pictures. I have plans for that, though. Plans I have planned.

In the meantime, books:

Racine : Phèdre
Camus : L'Etranger
Plato : Syposium
Saul Bellow : The Adventures of Augie March

Of these, I have finished recently only Symposium (I've read Phèdre before, but since it was assigned for my literature class here, only the excerpted scenes she gave us). I might have more to say about that, but only after I have discussed it further in another forum.

Sorry to be so dull, but like I said: tomorrow. And then Saturday to Normandy!

Foto

2007-09-26T03:01:00.000-07:00

Where did they go?

Damned University connection...

2007-09-23T12:15:00.000-07:00

Maggie links to me as "Regina in Rennes," which I enjoy very much, being completely unable to resist the charms of alliteration.

Can I just say that I forgot to pack nearly everything useful. I brought a toothbrush, yes, but only two longsleeved shirts, one of which doesn't fit me, and altogether the wrong shoes, at least based on my experience to date. I also forgot a bookbag. But I don't complain, really, since this does open up extensive shopping opportunities. I've already found a French long-sleeved shirt, though they still had mostly short-sleeved varieties in the shops (I wonder whether this lasts all winter; is it merely the French way to wear short sleeves under a sweater?) and on that subject: when the French say "small," they mean it! I haven't worn such tight clothing since highschool. But I like it. I also found a bookbag in the Galleries Lafayette, a pretty fun place all in all. I mean to go back there several times before I leave.

I also took photos of some chateaux and Andy's head, which are sure to be beautiful, but I have to process them on my machine and then load them on my host family's computer, so those will be up soonish. The fact that I've now promised should bring things along, really.

Promises, we forget about our promises...
I stop.

6 hours later...

2007-09-16T13:20:00.000-07:00

It has been more than six hours since my last post, but it is also six hours later here than in America. Because I'm in France! I have been since Friday, in fact, but I shudder to think what kind of post I might have produced under the influence of jetlag. It's the best drug, they say. They don't really say that, and it would be the worst anyway.

But I'm a huge disappointment; I've been here three days and have failed to take a single picture! Bad me. But I will, maybe even tomorrow. In the meantime, I am to be congratulated on making it through this post in a reasonably comprehensible way on a French keyboard! My fingers are so confused... (and why on earth should one need to shift for a period? Oh, the French)

mention of books

2007-09-06T17:05:00.000-07:00

I'm going to run ahead and do this in list form; here is a list of all the books sitting on my cedar chest. What color are books? Blue, but I'm a girl, so let's call them pink!

Marguerite Duras: L'Amant ...this was assigned reading for the last French class I audited, and I didn't quite finish it.
Marilynne Robinson: Gilead ...I loved Housekeeping, and my mother recommended this (she knows everything).
Nikolay Gogol: Dead Souls ...and Easter present from a couple years ago; very slow-going, but I've no idea why.
E. Nesbit: The Enchanted Castle ...I'd read it before, but I did have to get fifty pages in before I realized that. Delightful, anyway. E. Nesbit is peerless.
Philip Pullman: The Subtle Knife and The Amber Spyglass ...It was the end of the summer? These are probably going to France with me, for when I miss English.
Saul Bellow: The Adventures of Augie March ...also going to France with me.
Santiago Calatrava, Milwaukee Art Museum, Quadracci Pavilion (picture book) ...gift for my French host family. I tried to pick one with lots of pictures in case they don't know any English.
Edward Gorey: Amphigorey Again ...There is nothing to be said about Edward Gorey.
National Geographic Traveler: France ...I like pictures, too.
MTV France ...Yeah, I bought it. I have my reasons, ok?
Berlitz French phrase book & dictionary ...Andy made fun of me. But eight years of literary-track French didn't teach me the everyday words I'll need; at least that's my justification.

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Now playing: Yo La Tengo - Here Comes My Baby
via FoxyTunes

Mycomputerwasbrokenbutnowit'snotsoI'mback.

2007-08-31T08:15:00.000-07:00

Last night, I had my first nervous-about-France dream. I don't even remember what the issue was, but there was something I had to change (perhaps currency?) and I didn't have enough time. I also wasn't packed, and I was leaving the next day. Was very relieved to wake up with two weeks until I actually have to board a plane. Knowing how these things go, though, they're sure to fly by, and then I will be pressed to get everything ready at the last minute.

So much for that; it's my birthday tomorrow! And I'm going to be twenty? How about that.

Excuse me?

2007-07-27T09:26:00.001-07:00

I just found out that the presentations a week from to-day are going to be held in the largest lecture-hall on campus (of two, but still). And I'm presenting. It won't be full, but still. Not a fan.

Listing

2007-07-23T21:27:00.001-07:00

I've come up with some goals. Here it goes:

#Triscuits and a Naked are not a meal. Not even with hummus. Act accordingly.
#Get more fresh air. I have no excuse.
#Carry my camera with me everywhere.
#Read for more time each day than I spend online (even if I'm online reading).
#This sounds really hokey, but get more creativity into my life. Play the piano, sketch a tree, whatever. I should do that every day.

2007-07-18T17:45:00.000-07:00

The uglies kept falling off the bed, so I put them on time-out in a drawer.

Des misérables? non, mais au rang des heureux.

(Ronsard)

2007-07-13T16:34:00.000-07:00

I was held up on the way home from the grocery store (where I bought some Guacamole, which has yet to prove itself) by something involving police cars and fire engines all over the middle of the road. I came almost right up to the mess, because I couldn't see it with the sun slanting in my eyes the way it always does on Union Street, but I got turned around just fine.

The grocery store had brought up the topic of pasta between Reginald Query and myself, and Reginald, having ridiculously expressed "Noodloos" in description of Penne, I of course demanded to know WHAT ON EARTH he was talking about. And what did he have to say for it? Only this: "There is hardly a word that would not profit from an extra double-o." There's a strange logic in it, if you think about it for too long.

Come Winter

2007-07-12T21:13:00.000-07:00

That is roughly the view I'll have from my window when I come back from France next winter. Minus the green, plus some snow, one floor up (this was taken from the porch below, a place of general congregation). And I'm excited about this. It's strange that what I can't stop thinking about right now is getting back from my highly anticipated semester in France, I know. But this is the case for two reasons:

1.
I love snow. Anyone who has ever seen me during a snowfall will tell you that it makes me absolutely batty. Fall is my favorite season, but snow is probably my favorite thing. period.
2.
Winter cooking is the best cooking. And the baking! I think pound cake is a great summer dish, and indeed it is, since it lends itself so well to fresh fruit and ice cream (or custard, if you're in Wisconsin!). But it also lends itself quite well to some good, fortifying, home-made whipped cream. And hot drinks. And there's no baking like baking in Wells House. I just can't wait to squeeze back into our tiny closet of a kitchen/laundry room.

Post Scriptum: In titling this post, I was definitely thinking of the Daphne Loves Derby song, which always makes me think of home.

funnydo

2007-07-11T07:08:00.000-07:00

A little update, in not-so-many words.

I like that song about the church.

Albany, New York

2007-07-01T10:40:00.000-07:00

Apparently Albany has several farmer's markets. Of course, I should have figured that out when I googled it and came up with directions to multiple locations. But did I think this out at the time? Oh, no, I just picked a set of directions at random, and followed them, yesterday, Saturday, to the exact location of a farmer's market that takes place every Thursday all summer long. Neat. I never did find the one that was taking place on Saturday, but I did wander around Albany a bit, so I thought I'd share.

Of course Albany, like most cities, is full of juxtapositions like these:

Sometimes I find it charming.

Old architecture and new stand very close together, creating some odd aesthetics, and a sense of time. But to me, Albany seemed even stranger than what I'm used to along these lines. Maybe it's because I'm from Milwaukee, and things aren't quite as old. It's true that back home, we pretty much missed out on the Gothic style altogether. But I've been to other cities: St. Louis, Indianapolis, New York, Boston, and Paris, to work my way east, and there's something weird about Albany. I kept trying to figure it out as I walked around.

I saw this building, and for whatever reason, was very attracted to it. So I turned off the main street. If there had been few people on the main street, there were even down this way. Though I passed a car that was on with the radio blaring, I didn't see a soul until I had turned the corner two more times.

But I did see this Institute for Humanist Studies, and wondered what they do there; isn't Humanism a little dated?

Across the street was this empty parking lot, next to this building in rather a poor state of repair:

For all that these things are all based on European models, I think they come off American in their execution. But I don't really know anything about it.

This street actually looked that white in the sunlight.

There was a whole row of doors with steps like this, fenced and hedged in by shrubbery. Only every three doors or so on this block was operable, with an accessible staircase. It looked strange.

Then, just a couple of blocks away from the Capitol building, I found this ghosttown. There was a stairway down to it, but it was so eerie I didn't make it all the way down the steps.

I walked past an Epsicopal church whose signboard said they had "Holy Eucharist" daily at 12:05. It was two minutes to twelve.

So I walked up along by the side door, and listened to the organ music a while. This was the view I had through the open door. That little row of lights was electrical, and it somehow seemed very appropriate. Maybe it was just the quality of the light, but that row of lights in the dark church seemed as good as candles, from here anyway. I would have gone in, but I was wearing a low-cut, strappy tank top; I was hardly dressed to enter any kind of church.

This was one of several side doors of another, bigger Episcopal church that I passed on my way back.
I was fascinated by that little turquoise dome that you can see in the background. I didn't get around to finding the building to get a better look at. On my way back, I was still very fond of this building on the right.

2007-06-29T08:47:00.000-07:00

"That's the effect of living backwards," the Queen said kindly: "it always makes one a little giddy at first--"
"Living backwards!" Alice repeated in great stonishment. "I never heard of such a thing!"
"--but there's one great advantage in it, that one's memory works both ways."

Reading. I can tell you something about reading. I don't know how to read food labels. I'm not good at it at all. So, after having tried very hard to like Oatmeal and failed, and having begun to wonder to myself whether the Kashi oat cereal that I do like might be just as good for me, I had no way to settle the question either way. Even forgetting the fact that I have no idea how many servings of cereal I consume--since I eat it now almost exclusively out of the box in handfuls, while drinking milk, rather than bothering combining the two, for which my friends and housemates have made some fun of me--if I did, I wouldn't know what to look for. I usually use the nutrition facts labels to check the amount of fat, see whether there's any protein, and vaguely monitor the sodium (I get into sodium lows and have fainting spells). I don't know how to tell whether something is good for me by reading that business!

In fact, I'm beginning to doubt whether anyone can. I suspect increasingly that the only way to tell how good something is for one is by listening to one's mother and reading a lot of summaries of recent food studies. I can retain that kind of information quite well, but it won't do me any good in this case, since oats are old news, and though I even asked my mother this particular question, she didn't seem to have any better idea than I did.

Anyway, with all the irresponsibility that comes along with being responsible for myself for the first time, (I'm living on campus this summer as a research student, so called, and making my own schedule if not really supporting myself) I have let the whole morning slip away doing very little and next to nothing in particular, and now I have a free lunch to get to, but have not showered.

I think I'll make it my resolution for the day to go out and do something interesting so that I will not need to further embarrass myself and everyone else by blogging about oats anymore.