Saturday, January 31, 2009
Friday, January 30, 2009
A New Semester of TAing and Poems
O Captain! My Captain!
O Captain! my Captain! our fearful trip is done,
O Captain! my Captain! rise up and hear the bells;
My Captain does not answer, his lips are pale and still,
I selected this poem to go with Aristotle's Politics to pick up on the theme of the relationship of the good ruler to the good laws. The kids brought up the different positions on slavery that Aristotle and Lincoln had, as well as considering Lincoln as Aristotle's virtuous man (I think that the Straussians had already thought of this...). They also pointed us to Aristotle's metaphor of a ship in the Politics, in which the preservation of the ship is the goal. Additionally, the children considered the relationship of the state to the household and the relationship of political rule to mastery (this question is raised in the poem when Whitman switches from "captain" to "father").
Thursday, January 29, 2009
Wednesday, January 28, 2009
Academics
Professor Berry: "It's a marriage, you know--it's a serious thing. (You get down on one knee; I want a ring.)
"I would be honored."
Evidently that is how you ask someone to be your chair.
Also today:
Emily: "Do you have a chance to meet with me tomorrow?"
Professor Tocqueville: "Do you have my cell phone number? Could you send me a text message? I know that sounds odd after everything I've said about facebook."
Tuesday, January 27, 2009
Richmond From the Highway
The Richmond train station is beautiful, perhaps especially at night. It is the thing that I like best on 95 South from DC (except, really, this odd pole with Marlboro written on it--it is basically a giant monument that is reminiscent of a carton of cigarettes. Incidentally, although I've only very infrequently smoked in a car, I decided to use my last match on the way home. I was smoking when I reached that very strange Marlboro tower. Car smoking involves winding the windows down, which is invigorating in January. In addition, I was listening to a wonderful song that I don't know the name of, but the refrain is, "You're pretty good looking, for a girl." I turned it way up and set it on repeat for like an hour. It turns out that that song is a lot of fun to sing to.).
Monday, January 26, 2009
My First Acknowledgment! (Okay, So It Hasn't Yet Been Published)
Friday, January 23, 2009
On Spinsterhood
Thursday, January 22, 2009
On Ritual
On Bad Poetry
Wednesday, January 21, 2009
Emily Dickinson on Letters
A Letter is a joy of Earth--
It is denied the Gods--
Emily,
with Love."
"A Letter always feels to me like immortality because it is the mind alone without the corporeal friend. ... Indebted in our talk to attitude and accent, there seems a spectral power in thought that walks alone--."
While Emily gets the love for the letter right (especially in the first bit), it seems a little dangerous to love the letter over being together with someone in person (which it seems she did in life). This parallels loving earth not as looking forward to heaven, but over heaven itself.
Art and Politics
Tuesday, January 20, 2009
Reflections on the Inaugural Address
Goodness gracious, it seems to me that saying, "Christians and Muslims, Jews and Hindus, and unbelievers" was an important move: I haven't heard a rejection of religion combined with religion in this way in political rhetoric before. This is significant and problematic. Not that we should force people to believe something, but this doesn't mean that we should praise and esteem and normalize unbelief, either.
I was surprised that he appealed to the Founders. Maybe that is always done, but I think it's good.
The revelation of our common humanity and revelation of a new era of peace stuff was scary. Not that we don't share a common humanity, and not that we aren't more aware of that now than we were at time in our history (not only of the nation, but also of the world), but it isn't like that humanity progressively unfolds. Also, we should wish for and and seek and pray for peace, but I don't think that Obama nor anyone else can guarantee that to us.
Finally, goodness gracious, I don't think that he gets to talk about the slaughter of the innocents.P.S. I was satisfied with the poem, although I do think that using some sort of verse form makes poetry more accessible to the public (which is, I think, a good thing).
On White Coats
The man who does these New York Times slide shows is adorable! I love how he compares women to a rooster!
Monday, January 19, 2009
Inaugural Poetry.2
Sunday, January 18, 2009
On Pate
Saturday, January 17, 2009
On Business Cards
Myrrh and My Regime
I would say that our regime is a direct democracy--requiring and thriving on participation from all of the members.
Friday, January 16, 2009
Brother O.P.
I hadn't realized that Brother O.P. is such an avid reader of the Three White Leopards (he claims that this is mostly to be sure that I don't steal from any more emails he sends me without him noticing it, but I know better: it's the brilliant wittiness that is Emily Hale [which would clearly be brilliant-er and wittier if he emailed me with greater frequency]).
I'm not going to lie, though: the fact that I've told all of the stories on my blog that I tell in person deflated much of the energy of my in-person stories. Ah well, there are always trade-offs.
Thursday, January 15, 2009
Wednesday, January 14, 2009
Best-Named Book Ever
Marilynne Robinson captures not only the home/homeless tension, but also treats well the relationship between men and women (in a way, this book is a culmination of her female-perspective laden Housekeeping and her male-perspective laden Gilead). In Home, the complementarity of the relationship between men and women is present, and not in a romantic relationship, which is usually the case, and not in a friendship, which it is difficult to keep uncomplicated (although possible!), but in a brother/sister relationship (Robinson is clever in choosing this relationship).
Robinson does not shun typical ways of relating: the main character, Glory, serves her brother and father by cooking and hostessing. She also often plays a quiet role in smoothing things over. She has strong maternal impulses. Also, her father names his daughters after abstract qualities of God, but names his sons after friends. Here we gain an important insight into Glory's father and see a dramatic difference from Glory's actually concrete, connected character.
Jack, another main character, is portrayed as deeply flawed and is, still, a deeply sympathetic character. This is one of my favorite character types--the ones who see their own failings so clearly that they barely have hope. It is in this very sincere grief over their own shortcomings that is apparent that there is much hope for them. Jack sees himself as almost tragically flawed; it is clear to the reader, however, that there is much that is redemptive in his honesty and his sincere search for relationship.
Tuesday, January 13, 2009
And So I Enter the [Scary] World of Digital Photography Or New Orleans Has Cute Older Men
They were cute for, among other reasons, how flattered they were to be photographed, while acting shy. The man on the top (he worked at a very old family-owned jewelry shop) maintained that they should probably move the inauguration to New Orleans, since New Orleans knows how to deal with crowds ("We have Mardi Gras and Jazz Fest"). This is a wonderful idea. I'm all for it.
Monday, January 12, 2009
Coolest School Mascot
Saturday, January 10, 2009
Friday, January 9, 2009
I am Not a Blogger
The only equivalent I've had of this feeling was the time that I was at a meet and greet in DC and someone asked me where I worked. My mind went blank. I was thinking, "I'm fairly sure I don't work. I'm fairly sure I don't have a job. But I'm fairly sure I'm a well-adjusted adult. How is this possible? I don't live at home..." And it went on. I looked at Myrrh desperately for help. And then I smiled, relieved, and said, "I'm a student."
All that to say, I don't think of myself as a blogger, and I think that we should all come to terms with that.
Thursday, January 8, 2009
Girlhood and Books
And I do remember those times. I remember my mother taking a picture of my sister and I stretched out on opposite sides of the same couch, engrossed in books. I asked her why she took a picture of us just then and she said it was since that was all we'd spent our summer doing.
And I remember keeping a novel of some sort or another (mostly of really crappy quality because I just didn't know what was good) on the edge of my desk at school, looking for any opportunity to open it. Or for the bus ride home.
This article on girls reading captures something really wonderful about the way in which I read as a child, something that for me unfortunately, as for the article's author, has changed. I have stacks and stacks of things I haven't gotten to. Plus you just have more remove--you're more tangled up in the rest of life than you are as a child. (Pointed out by Maggie Perry, who has the best sensibilities of any woman I've ever met. Plus, her book recommendations are stellar.)
Wednesday, January 7, 2009
You Have to Love the Amish
...And you have to hate the modern world and what it is trying to do to the Amish. Just when I come to terms (or at least approximate terms) with the modern world, something like this happens. Who knows? I guess there's a possibility that they would make the transition to the modern world better than everyone else. Heavens knows, they probably will.