Well friends, I've made a fool of myself giving my presentation for my big crazy paper which I cannot get excited about, but at least it's over, and I didn't die or burst into tears.
In other news, it snowed. Not too much. Just enough that driving was slightly exciting over the weekend, and I discovered a new ritual, an aspect of life in Minnesota that somehow I find fantastic. This is the plow-parking ritual. I don't know the ins and outs of it, but they plow certain streets at night, and then you move your car before 8 a.m. so they can plow the other streets during the day. I, of course, forgot this was going to happen, so I went out to my car about 7:50, when I was reminded by my roommate, who is responsible (unlike myself), going out to her car. I walked outside and down the street and saw people all over going to their cars, scraping off ice and snow, being Minnesotan. And I smiled and said to myself, "damn, it's cold" and regretted leaving my gloves inside.
As I was driving home from school on Saturday, which was the day of the snowfall, I was reminded of the one day it snowed in Rennes all those many moons ago...it never got too terribly cold in Rennes, since it's somewhat near to England, which tries to pawn its weather off onto Brittany. It did rain most of the winter, though, and wet cold is cold-cold. One glorious wonderful day, however, it snowed. All of five inches or so. Which caused the buses to stop, shops to close, people to drive about 3 miles an hour, and me to laugh heartily, before running off to make snow angels and drink hot cocoa and walk through the park with my friends. With that in mind, I was amazed at the effects of snow on people living in the twin cities...normally, I drive on a Saturday and think, at least once, usually more, that people just don't freaking know how to drive. When it snows, however, it seems people become much better drivers. I guess it makes sense...but still I think it's kindof funny.
Well, I think that's more than enough out of me. Moral of the story: I heart snow. Oh, other moral of the story: www.freerice.com Go here, play a fun word game, give free rice to people. You'll be glad you did. And if you're not, well...then I'll be hornswaggled.
Monday, December 3, 2007
Monday, November 19, 2007
Saturday, November 17, 2007
sticky rice
So here are a few of the random things I did today:
Found the collections of fragments in the Classics library and enjoyed it immensely.
Read some German, and learned that you can put prepositions after their nouns, as in "Der Thematik nach lebte S. wohl nicht vor Augustus." (literally: the theme according to lived S. comfortably not before Augustus; i.e. Based on the theme, S. probably did not live before Augustus.) Go Deutsch!
Found out that everybody and their brother goes grocery shopping on Saturday mornings.
Saw R2D2 in the guise of a mailbox. Y'know, the blue ones...that look like R2D2. This one was not blue. It was gray and black, and whatever other colors R2D2 has.
Got my hands excessively greasy in attempting to clean my bike chain, and determined that I should replace it, because some of the links are just not happy.
Stood in front of the mirror after practicing horn and buzzed my lips to make them stop hurting...and then buzzed them some more because it was fun. I never realized before the full range of sounds a person can achieve just by buzzing their lips. You should try it. But maybe not in front of a mirror, because you'll look really silly.
Saw a hummer with those rims that spin around after the car has stopped, and a license plate cover that said: Got sticky rice?
Put off my homework making this list.
Found the collections of fragments in the Classics library and enjoyed it immensely.
Read some German, and learned that you can put prepositions after their nouns, as in "Der Thematik nach lebte S. wohl nicht vor Augustus." (literally: the theme according to lived S. comfortably not before Augustus; i.e. Based on the theme, S. probably did not live before Augustus.) Go Deutsch!
Found out that everybody and their brother goes grocery shopping on Saturday mornings.
Saw R2D2 in the guise of a mailbox. Y'know, the blue ones...that look like R2D2. This one was not blue. It was gray and black, and whatever other colors R2D2 has.
Got my hands excessively greasy in attempting to clean my bike chain, and determined that I should replace it, because some of the links are just not happy.
Stood in front of the mirror after practicing horn and buzzed my lips to make them stop hurting...and then buzzed them some more because it was fun. I never realized before the full range of sounds a person can achieve just by buzzing their lips. You should try it. But maybe not in front of a mirror, because you'll look really silly.
Saw a hummer with those rims that spin around after the car has stopped, and a license plate cover that said: Got sticky rice?
Put off my homework making this list.
Friday, November 9, 2007
Grammatical grumblings
In Hebrew today, we were discussing the relative pronoun and the construction used when the relative needs a preposition, such as "Herodotus is an author about whom I get very excited." In Hebrew, you can't put a preposition in front of the relative, so, rather than saying "about whom I get very excited" you say "whom I get very excited about him" (which I personally think is freaking cool). Now you may be saying to yourself, "I would never say '...about whom I get excited', because that's lame. I would say 'who I get excited about'". And so we come to the age old problem of prepositions hanging around at the ends of sentences. I personally, preferring descriptive rather than prescriptive grammar within certain reasonable limits, think people get way too worked up about this issue, and it seems to me that our language is changing such that, in spoken English, prepositions at the ends of sentences should get the grammatical thumbs-up.
Some people disagree. One such person is apparently in my Hebrew class. (Well, to be fair, it's entirely likely that this person doesn't care one way or the other, or actually agrees with me, and either way was just trying to be funny...anyway.) While we were discussing the Hebrew, this person said the following: dangling participles are something up with which I will not put.
... ... ...
I have two major problems with this. First, whatever the original was and whoever actually said or wrote it, the idea that a sentence ending in "up with which I will not put" could ever be grammatically condoned is disturbing, and only furthers the argument that some grammatical rules are meant to be stretched or even broken. Or, more precisely, there are some situations (like compound verbs, which contain a preposition or two, e.g., "to put up with") which on the surface look like they're breaking grammatical rules, but in fact aren't, and people should look into the detail a little more before they go "correcting" things to end up with phrases like "up with which I will not put".
Second, and closer to my heart, is this "dangling participles" issue. I myself struggle with dangling participles. I am working through it, and I do think I'm getting better. At least I know I have a problem, and that is, as they say, half the battle. Having worked through it for awhile now, I think I can use my experiences to help others, and perhaps even have a responsibility to do so. A major part of the problem in awareness. Many people don't know what dangling participles are. In addition, because, I believe, of the fame of the above-mentioned pseudo-Churchill quote, they assume that the prepositions at the ends of sentences "dangle" and that "dangling participles" must refer to that problem. But a participle is far, far away from being a preposition, and when they dangle, oh, do they dangle. So, let's just clear a few things up, shall we?
Exempla:
a) Having stopped at a gas station on the way home from the store, the ice cream melted and made the back seat of my car sticky.
b) Which class are you reading Pindar for?
In example a), "having stopped" is a participle. The subject of the main clause is "the ice cream". The thing which has stopped is, presumably, me (not the ice cream). Unfortunately for this sentence, that is not made clear. The participle has no subject, and is therefore not properly connected to the main clause. Things that aren't properly connected dangle.
In example b), the question ends with "for". "For" is a preposition (and not a part of a compound verb). Prepositions don't dangle. They end sentences, but we're told they're not supposed to do so.
Example a) could turn into a grammatically correct sentence like so: Having stopped at a gas station on the way home from the store, I ate the ice cream so it wouldn't melt. Or: Since I stopped at the gas station, the ice cream melted and made my car sticky.
Or some such variation on gas stations, ice cream, and sticky cars. (Remind me never to write a book. Ever.)
Example b) ...isn't that important. I like prepositions, and I think they should go wherever they damn well please (in spoken language or non-academic writing), as long as the meaning is clear. Also, I don't want to write any more about Pindar.
What have we learned from this? If you use a participle, or participial phrase, in a sentence (which you should, because they make life more interesting), please make sure it has a subject. If you use prepositions at the ends of sentences, do it proudly. If you quote a saying that has grammatical implications and think you're being terribly clever, make sure you know what you're talking about.
Well, I feel better, and I hope you do too. Maybe I should go do some work.
Some people disagree. One such person is apparently in my Hebrew class. (Well, to be fair, it's entirely likely that this person doesn't care one way or the other, or actually agrees with me, and either way was just trying to be funny...anyway.) While we were discussing the Hebrew, this person said the following: dangling participles are something up with which I will not put.
... ... ...
I have two major problems with this. First, whatever the original was and whoever actually said or wrote it, the idea that a sentence ending in "up with which I will not put" could ever be grammatically condoned is disturbing, and only furthers the argument that some grammatical rules are meant to be stretched or even broken. Or, more precisely, there are some situations (like compound verbs, which contain a preposition or two, e.g., "to put up with") which on the surface look like they're breaking grammatical rules, but in fact aren't, and people should look into the detail a little more before they go "correcting" things to end up with phrases like "up with which I will not put".
Second, and closer to my heart, is this "dangling participles" issue. I myself struggle with dangling participles. I am working through it, and I do think I'm getting better. At least I know I have a problem, and that is, as they say, half the battle. Having worked through it for awhile now, I think I can use my experiences to help others, and perhaps even have a responsibility to do so. A major part of the problem in awareness. Many people don't know what dangling participles are. In addition, because, I believe, of the fame of the above-mentioned pseudo-Churchill quote, they assume that the prepositions at the ends of sentences "dangle" and that "dangling participles" must refer to that problem. But a participle is far, far away from being a preposition, and when they dangle, oh, do they dangle. So, let's just clear a few things up, shall we?
Exempla:
a) Having stopped at a gas station on the way home from the store, the ice cream melted and made the back seat of my car sticky.
b) Which class are you reading Pindar for?
In example a), "having stopped" is a participle. The subject of the main clause is "the ice cream". The thing which has stopped is, presumably, me (not the ice cream). Unfortunately for this sentence, that is not made clear. The participle has no subject, and is therefore not properly connected to the main clause. Things that aren't properly connected dangle.
In example b), the question ends with "for". "For" is a preposition (and not a part of a compound verb). Prepositions don't dangle. They end sentences, but we're told they're not supposed to do so.
Example a) could turn into a grammatically correct sentence like so: Having stopped at a gas station on the way home from the store, I ate the ice cream so it wouldn't melt. Or: Since I stopped at the gas station, the ice cream melted and made my car sticky.
Or some such variation on gas stations, ice cream, and sticky cars. (Remind me never to write a book. Ever.)
Example b) ...isn't that important. I like prepositions, and I think they should go wherever they damn well please (in spoken language or non-academic writing), as long as the meaning is clear. Also, I don't want to write any more about Pindar.
What have we learned from this? If you use a participle, or participial phrase, in a sentence (which you should, because they make life more interesting), please make sure it has a subject. If you use prepositions at the ends of sentences, do it proudly. If you quote a saying that has grammatical implications and think you're being terribly clever, make sure you know what you're talking about.
Well, I feel better, and I hope you do too. Maybe I should go do some work.
Sunday, November 4, 2007
Hot fudge
Yesterday I went to the store and got vanilla ice cream with the bean flecks in it, and went home and made hot fudge sauce and then I ate it and it was yummy.
The end.
The end.
Saturday, November 3, 2007
I drove to school today, which sometimes happens on weekends. Usually I have good luck finding a parking spot, but my normal street was all full-up by the time I got there, so I drove around a bit...and then the excitement began. I saw a spot pass by on my left, and turned around...pulled up next to it and thought, ai me, oh why do I not drive a smart car?! My mid-sized SUV will never fit into this almost perfect spot! I drove on...but upon further reflection, I thought perhaps the occasionally beneficent parallel parking divinities were with me that day, so I backed up. Lo and behold the aforementioned divinities blessed me with their presence, and I totally pulled off a really sweet parallel parking job.
I shouldn't get this excited about such things, I'm sure. But sometimes, most times, it's the little things that get you through the day. That, and coffee.
Speaking of coffee, I went to see the movie Once with a dear friend last night, and everybody should go see it right away. Fabulous music, engaging characters, more fabulous music, and one of those endings that is actually, realistically, as it should be. Plus there are Irish accents.
For the record, I love Minnesota in the fall.
I shouldn't get this excited about such things, I'm sure. But sometimes, most times, it's the little things that get you through the day. That, and coffee.
Speaking of coffee, I went to see the movie Once with a dear friend last night, and everybody should go see it right away. Fabulous music, engaging characters, more fabulous music, and one of those endings that is actually, realistically, as it should be. Plus there are Irish accents.
For the record, I love Minnesota in the fall.
Wednesday, October 24, 2007
dilemma
I have a quiz in Hebrew tomorrow and lots of vocab I don't know. I also need to have a statement ready on Friday for a paper about which I am at an almost complete lost. I should also be doing some Greek.
Instead, I've been looking at the class schedule for next semester, and questioning why I am studying what I am studying, why I want to study other things, and what it all means in the end. Here's my problem. There are two Greek classes I want to take (Hellenistic poetry seminar and Orators), Hebrew, New Testament, Religious Violence, and Greek and Roman Religions. Each of these classes is 3 credits. I can only take 14 credits. I am currently taking 14 credits, and I think if I do it again my head will explode. But I really want to do Orators. And I really want to do the poetry (because I'm thinking we would read parts of the Argonautica, and that would be sweet). I have locked myself into Hebrew, and I like it, but I'm having a hard time seeing how it's related to everything else, because I don't have time to take anything religious, and I really just want to read Greek. Then again, I looked at some Latin today for this paper that I'm confused about, and now I want to read Latin. But I also want to learn Hebrew, and I also want to study Religious Stuff and Things...
and so I am at a loss. And then sometimes...most times...I want to go get on a plane and move to Berlin. But still study all the above-mentioned Stuffs and Things.
In other news...there is no other news. This is my life. I'm going to go learn Hebrew now.
Instead, I've been looking at the class schedule for next semester, and questioning why I am studying what I am studying, why I want to study other things, and what it all means in the end. Here's my problem. There are two Greek classes I want to take (Hellenistic poetry seminar and Orators), Hebrew, New Testament, Religious Violence, and Greek and Roman Religions. Each of these classes is 3 credits. I can only take 14 credits. I am currently taking 14 credits, and I think if I do it again my head will explode. But I really want to do Orators. And I really want to do the poetry (because I'm thinking we would read parts of the Argonautica, and that would be sweet). I have locked myself into Hebrew, and I like it, but I'm having a hard time seeing how it's related to everything else, because I don't have time to take anything religious, and I really just want to read Greek. Then again, I looked at some Latin today for this paper that I'm confused about, and now I want to read Latin. But I also want to learn Hebrew, and I also want to study Religious Stuff and Things...
and so I am at a loss. And then sometimes...most times...I want to go get on a plane and move to Berlin. But still study all the above-mentioned Stuffs and Things.
In other news...there is no other news. This is my life. I'm going to go learn Hebrew now.
Sunday, October 14, 2007
excitement
Riding home in the sunset with the moon out and the bright red leaves and yellows and greens along the river down below where you forget you're in a city for a minute and the air runs past and it's cold and fresh and you remember there's a world out there and it is good...that was my excitement for the day. It's finally, officially, wonderfully fall -- the leaves are changing and falling, that smell that seems to come all of a sudden one fine day every year has arrived, and the chill in the air that generally comes along with it has definitely hit. (I should probably close my window.) This makes me exceedingly happy. It means it will snow sometime in the not-too-distant future, and there will be cider and hot cocoa and cuddly sweatshirts and slippers, and Thanksgiving and then Christmas. And Christmas means I will have finished my seminar paper. And when I will have finished my seminar paper, my heart will be joyous and light and nimble as a young fawn leaping through a wood near a stream shaded by the rosy-blossomed shoots. (...I may have been reading too much Lyric lately...point is, I can't wait.)
Much as I'm enjoying most of my classes, the stress of this whole "coming up with something at least decent to write a 20 page paper on" thing is making me wonder if I want to devote myself to a life of perpetual self-doubt. You'd think I would have figured this out before starting grad school...but I guess I thought that being accepted and offered money would permanently dispel the self-doubt. Alas, I was young and foolish, and I have learned the error of my ways. Or some such. On the up side, though, Hebrew rocks my face off, Greek is still amazing, and I might get to go dig in the dirt this summer in some exotic far-off land...which would be pretty sweet. And this guy said "how do you do?" as I was walking up the stoop of my apartment building. Not a head-nod, not "howdy", but all out "how do you do?" I heart small pleasures.
Much as I'm enjoying most of my classes, the stress of this whole "coming up with something at least decent to write a 20 page paper on" thing is making me wonder if I want to devote myself to a life of perpetual self-doubt. You'd think I would have figured this out before starting grad school...but I guess I thought that being accepted and offered money would permanently dispel the self-doubt. Alas, I was young and foolish, and I have learned the error of my ways. Or some such. On the up side, though, Hebrew rocks my face off, Greek is still amazing, and I might get to go dig in the dirt this summer in some exotic far-off land...which would be pretty sweet. And this guy said "how do you do?" as I was walking up the stoop of my apartment building. Not a head-nod, not "howdy", but all out "how do you do?" I heart small pleasures.
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