I failed to be productive (just every day before this), so here's my work spilling over; anybody feel like some theological fun?
Hopefully so, because our next contestant is Milton's Paradise Lost.
This term's research paper in English 354C: Milton and the Seventeenth Century asks for a comparison of Milton's Eve and the Fall with what his contemporary drinking buddies thought. Since feminist readings are really easy to do (especially if you happen to be female, as I am), I'm going to do a bit of sitting on the gender-bias fence. Milton's an opinionated guy, so I expect him to be pretty involved in the rather superficial debates they had for fun back then; but I think when it comes to the question of whether Adam and Eve were created equal, he manages to poke fun at everyone while coming up with a nice, tidy solution. The theory ends up sounding a lot like the one physicsts give on the Big Bang, actually -- he seems to argue that before they snacked on those golden apples (the best kind, incidentally -- Top Ten produce on West 10th & Blanca, cheapest Golden Delicious in the Vancouver area), the state of innocence meant that neither Adam nor Eve could be aware of a hierarchy. There's tidbits where Eve makes as though she's been taught (wrongly) that she's inferior, and others where Adam shows he's rather fond of being hand-fed grapes -- but no one explicitly makes any hierarchical comments until after the Fall, when God, Jesus, Raphael, and Adam all go misogynist together.
And guys complain that girls go to the bathroom together. Honestly.
I was going to do a nice rant on Japanese dating games, but since I know nothing about them (and prefer to have valid points in my quip arsenal), the roommate that just stuck her head in the door seems a far easier target.
She wanted essay help; normally, I'd write something on whether that's ethical at all, because it seems like going to a doctor as soon as s/he leaves their clinic for an instant diagnosis, but she set me up with an excellent tutoring job earlier in the year, so my wrath has petered out to a dignified sniff. I wonder if that was planned? She was being very sweet though, offering to work according to my schedule -- even though it's going to be during my sacred breakfast time. Sacred!
Melissa just called and told me I get to dress up as David Auburn tomorrow (see below). Instant flashback to Grade 9 murder mystery birthday parties, where I think I've had to do this "dishevelled writer" gig before.
Hopefully so, because our next contestant is Milton's Paradise Lost.
This term's research paper in English 354C: Milton and the Seventeenth Century asks for a comparison of Milton's Eve and the Fall with what his contemporary drinking buddies thought. Since feminist readings are really easy to do (especially if you happen to be female, as I am), I'm going to do a bit of sitting on the gender-bias fence. Milton's an opinionated guy, so I expect him to be pretty involved in the rather superficial debates they had for fun back then; but I think when it comes to the question of whether Adam and Eve were created equal, he manages to poke fun at everyone while coming up with a nice, tidy solution. The theory ends up sounding a lot like the one physicsts give on the Big Bang, actually -- he seems to argue that before they snacked on those golden apples (the best kind, incidentally -- Top Ten produce on West 10th & Blanca, cheapest Golden Delicious in the Vancouver area), the state of innocence meant that neither Adam nor Eve could be aware of a hierarchy. There's tidbits where Eve makes as though she's been taught (wrongly) that she's inferior, and others where Adam shows he's rather fond of being hand-fed grapes -- but no one explicitly makes any hierarchical comments until after the Fall, when God, Jesus, Raphael, and Adam all go misogynist together.
And guys complain that girls go to the bathroom together. Honestly.
I was going to do a nice rant on Japanese dating games, but since I know nothing about them (and prefer to have valid points in my quip arsenal), the roommate that just stuck her head in the door seems a far easier target.
She wanted essay help; normally, I'd write something on whether that's ethical at all, because it seems like going to a doctor as soon as s/he leaves their clinic for an instant diagnosis, but she set me up with an excellent tutoring job earlier in the year, so my wrath has petered out to a dignified sniff. I wonder if that was planned? She was being very sweet though, offering to work according to my schedule -- even though it's going to be during my sacred breakfast time. Sacred!
Melissa just called and told me I get to dress up as David Auburn tomorrow (see below). Instant flashback to Grade 9 murder mystery birthday parties, where I think I've had to do this "dishevelled writer" gig before.
