-E.M. Forster, Howard's End
Sunday, January 30, 2011
"Certainly London fascinates. One visualizes it as a tract of quivering gray; intelligent without purpose, and excitable without love; as a spirit that has altered before it can be chronicled; as a heart that certainly beats, but with no pulsation of humanity. It lies beyond everything: Nature, with all her cruelty, comes nearer to us than do these crowds of men. A friend explains himself, the earth is explicable--from her we came, and we must return to her. But who can explain Westminster Bridge Road or Liverpool Street in the morning--the city inhaling--or the same thoroughfares in the evening--the city exhaling her exhausted air?"
-E.M. Forster, Howard's End
-E.M. Forster, Howard's End
Saturday, January 29, 2011
Thursday, January 27, 2011
modules
Monday:
World Travellers: the 1930s and Beyond
Thursday:
Shakespeare: the Play and the Book
Gender, Race, and Empire in Women's Writing 1780-1900
Friday:
Modernism and Democracy
Level 5 modules (taken in the second year of university) usually consist of a one-hour lecture, followed by a one-hour seminar. Level 6 modules (taken in the third and final year) consist of 2-hour seminars. All my modules are level 6 except for World Travellers, so I'm spending most of my class time with students who are writing dissertations and preparing for graduation! That'll be me, next year in SLC...hopefully!
World Travellers: the 1930s and Beyond
Thursday:
Shakespeare: the Play and the Book
Gender, Race, and Empire in Women's Writing 1780-1900
Friday:
Modernism and Democracy
Level 5 modules (taken in the second year of university) usually consist of a one-hour lecture, followed by a one-hour seminar. Level 6 modules (taken in the third and final year) consist of 2-hour seminars. All my modules are level 6 except for World Travellers, so I'm spending most of my class time with students who are writing dissertations and preparing for graduation! That'll be me, next year in SLC...hopefully!
Monday, January 24, 2011
Touring the Colusseum, surrounded by ancient ruins, hearing stories of the gladiators.
Hearing a car honk angrily at an intersection, then, hilariously, realizing the driver is a nun.
Emerging from a subway station in Milan, confronted by the intricate arches and cold statues of the Duomo.
Watching It's Always Sunny in Philadelphia with strangers-now-friends in the hostel.
Making a hurried journey to the Eiffel tower at night.
A string ensemble playing music in the busy metro station.
Regarding Michangelo's David in all its marbled glory.
Chuckling as you address a postcard to friends at home: the picture is a closeup of David's rock-hard backside.
Touring the fairytale-esque castles of a long-dead king.
Sitting next to an older woman on the train, both of you in silence, not speaking the other's language, then exchanging smiles full of well-wishes as you get up to leave.
Walking through the fashion district: Gucci, Prada, Dolce & Gabana.
Observing a tiny child with a sassy attitude cross her arms in sulky defiance of her parents.
Standing on tiptoe to glimpse the Mona Lisa.
An unexpected connection with a club-promoter: "Utah Jazz! Malone!"
Craning your neck to survey the vast ceiling of the Sistine Chapel.
Precariously concocting a stack of tuna sandwiches in a miniscule washroom on the train.
Art. Beauty. Life.
Hearing a car honk angrily at an intersection, then, hilariously, realizing the driver is a nun.
Emerging from a subway station in Milan, confronted by the intricate arches and cold statues of the Duomo.
Watching It's Always Sunny in Philadelphia with strangers-now-friends in the hostel.
Making a hurried journey to the Eiffel tower at night.
A string ensemble playing music in the busy metro station.
Regarding Michangelo's David in all its marbled glory.
Chuckling as you address a postcard to friends at home: the picture is a closeup of David's rock-hard backside.
Touring the fairytale-esque castles of a long-dead king.
Sitting next to an older woman on the train, both of you in silence, not speaking the other's language, then exchanging smiles full of well-wishes as you get up to leave.
Walking through the fashion district: Gucci, Prada, Dolce & Gabana.
Observing a tiny child with a sassy attitude cross her arms in sulky defiance of her parents.
Standing on tiptoe to glimpse the Mona Lisa.
An unexpected connection with a club-promoter: "Utah Jazz! Malone!"
Craning your neck to survey the vast ceiling of the Sistine Chapel.
Precariously concocting a stack of tuna sandwiches in a miniscule washroom on the train.
Art. Beauty. Life.
Friday, January 21, 2011
billy elliot
I saw this musical tonight--AMAZING. It contains powerful messages (concerning politics, childhood, individuality, gender, family, the arts...) on so many levels. Plus, it was just fun to watch. I want more musicals in my life...
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