zeppelin: (Default)
From History in Three Keys (Paul Cohen):

As we live our lives, we instinctively place them in a narrative framework. We "tell stories" to ourselves that make sense of our experiences: biographical, not historical, sense. So it isn't entirely correct to say that books explain while in life things simply happen. In life, also, there is a powerful need for understanding and explanation, which all of us experience, subjectively, every moment of every day.


And how we explain things to ourselves causes us to do things. Which is why the humanities matter; they are all about the stories we tell ourselves.
zeppelin: (Default)
THERE WAS CALCULUS IN GEOLOGY CLASS

I DO NOT APPROVE

I DO NOT APPROVE OF THE CALCULUS IN GEOLOGY CLASS

OR CALCULUS ANYWHERE

BUT I ESPECIALLY DO NOT APPROVE OF CALCULUS IN CLASSES THAT I HAVE GRADES IN

LIKE MY GEOLOGY CLASS
zeppelin: (Default)
Professor [whispering]: You're in the wrong class. There weren't any samurai in late imperial China.

Professor: These readings are fun. But you might just conclude that I have a very sick idea of what constitutes fun.

Professor: It is not a time machine or magic bus or magic treehouse. I am not Miss Frizzle. Even though I sometimes feel like Miss Frizzle. When it's raining.
zeppelin: (Default)
Professor: I'm not going to tell you what you can write, nor am I going to think of a syllabus guideline that will ban every single unacceptable paper topic. I'm not going to handhold you guys through finding an acceptable topic.
Classmate: [rich East Coast kid fluster! why won't the professor do my assignment for me!]
Professor: Look, I give myself veto power over topics because one year I had a student who wanted to write his paper on the phenomenology of being addicted to masturbation.
Me: [what the fuck kind of a word is phenomenology?]
Professor: And, you know, I could have gone with that, but it was about the phenomenology. He just wanted to write about what it feels like.
Class: ...
Professor: Oh, by the way, he graduated a while ago. You don't know him.
Male Grad Students: [shift uncomfortably]
Class: ...
Me: [The federal government is paying me to have this experience. Hooah?]
Me: [wonders how many soldiers shout 'hooah' during sex]

ps should I go to confession for laughing at this

TRU FAX

Oct. 31st, 2009 06:49 am
zeppelin: (Default)
As early as August 1975, Pol Pot had urged members of the CPK to root out enemies implanted in its ranks, a process which would culminate in 1978 with accusations that some high ranking members of the Party had been working simultaneously for the CIA, the Vietnamese and the USSR.


So silly. They were obviously working for the Jesuits.

Crack!

Sep. 26th, 2009 06:28 am
zeppelin: (Default)
My Asian history class is covering the Silk Road next week. The first book was about a series of painted caves carved out of a cliff by Buddhists a bit away from one of the major stops on the silk road. I'm pretty sure that the professor used the book for the Neolithic to Song class I took freshman year, because it was basically a recap of that, only with pictures of buddhas. The second book, which I haven't finished, is about the foreign excavations of the caves.

...It reads like a steampunk novel.

You have the Intrepid British Explorer (the phrase India Office might also appear) who hacks his way through Lots of Peril to the Lost Cities at the edge of the Mysterious Taklamakan and who bonds with the Lonely Daoist Monk (never forget that Shangri-La was actually in the Tianshan, not the Himalayas) in the wind-swept sands of central Asia over a long-lost Chinese legend. He, of course, steals the Daoist monk's treasures and is duly knighted by HRM.

Then you have a few other white dudes--five or six?--who all do similar things, only the last one (an American, late to the race) is actually more or less kicked out of China because the Chinese for some reason (!) are pissed at foreigners stealing their history. The Intrepid British Explorer randomly drops dead in Afghanistan.

Meanwhile, you have the "enigmatic" and "mysterious" Count (who by the way is handsome, in a delicate sort of way) who manipulates the same Daoist monk into selling him a lot of the choice picks. He goes back to Japan (cuz he's Japanese), hits mysterious financial difficulty, and the collection just disappears. Careful scholarship twenty-thirty years later finds one third of his collection in Japan, one third in Korea, and one third NOBODY KNOWS WHERE! The best part? He's also a SPY. We think. Or so, at least Colonel Shuttlecock (or something like that) of the India Office thinks.

Then 40% of the stuff stolen by the Intrepid German Explorer gets bombed by the Americans during World War Two. Some eight or nine crates of it also disappears entirely into the USSR when the Soviets take over Berlin...

THIS IS LIKE CRACK TO ME
zeppelin: (Default)
Even though I promised myself I wouldn't, I am once again in a social science class. So I'm reading history on theories of social conflict. It is thus:

French masses: build build build barricades
French aristocrats: le WTF
Me: GUILLOTINES ARE TOO GOOD FOR YOU.
Edmund Burke: This is what comes of the French!
Marx: no, it is what comes of HISTORY! HISTORY HISTORY HISTORY!
Lenin: History isn't a leader. You need leaders. I am a leader. *dramatic pose*
Italian Communist: Culture is important! Culture is very important! Somehow.
1960s: *have social movements*
Social theorists: Damn, Communism doesn't explain this. WE DON'T UNDERSTAND.
Me: That's because you're dumbasses. Remove head from Hegel's sphincter, then think.
Charles Tilly: I have an idea. Could it be that political movements are related to...[dramatic pause]...politics?
Academics: BRILLIANCE UNPRECEDENTED! LET US WRITE LOTS OF BOOKS ABOUT THE HISTORY OF THIS FANTASTICAL DISCOVERY!
My Professor: I WILL ASSIGN ALL THESE BRILLIANT BOOKS OF BRILLIANCE READ THEM BY NEXT TUESDAY KTHXBAI
Me: *facedesk*
zeppelin: (Default)
sickening: the gigantic bug that has taken up residence in my illegal sublet (which I do not share with anyone, let alone a young, photogenic artist). It is about four inches long and is a cross between a Lovecraftian horror and a prehistoric monstor. Suffice it to say, it is gray and has way too many legs. I set out the remnants of Chinese takeout in the hope that it would fall into it and DIE but I am thinking that in fact it will only be satiated by the flesh of a human, viz. me.

!

Jul. 19th, 2009 04:27 am
zeppelin: (Default)
Was flipping through the index in Early Greek Political Thought from Homer to the Sophists. Saw "Draco" and immediately thought of leather pants.

...I've never even READ Draco/leather pants fic. This is unfair.

Caricature

Jun. 12th, 2009 03:43 am
zeppelin: (Default)
My professor accused me of caricaturing Freud's work. We are talking about a man who LITERALLY SAYS that ALL society, religion, and art is founded on an orgy of patricide and cannibalism, which in turn stems from the fact that the normal sexual passion is incestuous and healthy sexual development is 100% reliant on the incestuous passion jumping from one person to another [and to another, in the case of fake-boys]. How can you possibly caricature that?

Profile

zeppelin: (Default)
Kate

September 2013

S M T W T F S
1234567
891011 121314
15161718192021
22232425262728
2930     

Syndicate

RSS Atom

Most Popular Tags

Style Credit

Expand Cut Tags

No cut tags