February 2012
3 posts
Reading Hurts
treesquirrrel:
That moment when you finish a book, look around, and realize that everyone is just carrying on with their lives as though you didn’t just experience emotional trauma at the hands of a paperback.
January 2012
8 posts
Notice how I haven't updated in awhile?
It’s because it’s Winter Break and I’ve been out—doing things.
December 2011
18 posts
Finally,
winter break.
Books as Bookmarks
I just keep asking myself:
“Why don’t you own a history of German verse yet?”
Last night, I threw my secondary literature off the bed and cuddled up with Seamus Heaney. I read the collection Death of a Naturalist (1966) and a few poems from Door into the Dark (1969). Needless to say, I slept well, and more eloquently.
homemade cranberry sauce, mashed potatoes
and toasted walnuts
2 Faust 2 Furious
Be jelly
imma research all night long
saint veronica and her veil
how hafis gonna talk a goethe
when he dead?
How to turn this pile of library books into two coherent research papers?
November 2011
9 posts
Guess who's driving to Arizona tomorrow night?!
(me.)
Faust Zweeeeiiiiiii
And pumpkin gingerbread baking in the oven. Bedtime draws nigh.
My apartment's new decorations:
library books
why won't jstor work at home anymore???
Dodgeball was fun
Now it’s time to research my way through that mountain of books.
October 2011
19 posts
Dodgeball
This Thursday I managed to beat myself up quite a bit. Not only did I bruise my knee and jam my pinky finger (on my throwing hand), but I was also simultaneously elbowed in the head by a teammate and hit by a ball. The beer at the pub afterwards helped a bit, but my pinky is still swollen and a little purple. All in all, I still had a lot of fun. ‘Til next week!
I'm slowly becoming an expert in German literature...
Never saw that coming.
Symptom of Burn-Out?
It’s Friday night and I really just want to go to a Halloween party instead of sitting here with a Heineken reading about theories of translation in early German Romanticism.
The Ta-Ta Tournament. A Quest for Breasts. →
I was on a team called the Pro Motorboaters. As costumes are mandatory for the dodgeball tournaments, we all dressed in maritime fashion—complete with colored sunscreen on our noses. I also had a Sharpie tattoo of an anchor and a friend of mine brought a life jacket (not recommended, actually). We lost. Horribly. But it was still a lot of fun…to throw dodgeballs with nipples.
3 months of summer
and my students’ spelling goes out the window
Over the summer, my free time had free time. I had the desire to write and to paint, but every time I shook my aerosol can of brain, all that puffed out was air. Now, I’m four weeks into the new school year. I have piles of books to read and a dozen assignments to grade. Yet, what do I want to do when I get home? Write. I read how Borges translated other poets, more as a creative exercise...
i keep thinking today is wednesday
but it’s tuesday
