...possibly aliens one hundred trillion miles away, on a planet crappily named '581 c'. My favorite part of this article? Astronomer Michel Mayor calls this a "nice discovery." Use your words, Michel.
In other news, I have two and a half hours to finish this Rossetti paper. Only about three pages left. I'm golden.
Wednesday, April 25, 2007
Some kind of disconnect
"I use the words you taught me. If they don't mean anything any more, teach me others. Or let me be silent."
~ Samuel Beckett's Endgame
This line is spoken in a depressing, Absurd, mess of a play but to me it reads like a plea from a sad and beautiful love story. No such luck. Can I rip it off and use it some time? Would that be the ultimate blasphemy to Beckett: using his dialogue in some fluffy piece of chick lit? If so, then I'm in. Samuel Beckett, I spit upon you and your crazy Modernism. Roll over in your grave! Go ahead!
Here is a cheesey example, just off the top of my head, to get the corpse rolling, so to speak:
Cassandra clutched at his sleeve. "You cannot leave me, Fernando. I love you."
He pulled away and fixed her with a heartless stare. "Love. How can you speak of love?"
Again, she grabbed at him. She needed an arm, a hand- anything to keep him from leaving. "I know what I feel."
"It means nothing. Love." His laugh was heartless and bitter, so different than the gentle Fernando who held her and whispered in the night.
"I use the words you taught me. If they don't mean anything any more, teach me others. Or let me be silent."
Then something about a throbbing member, moonlight, and beating hearts.
Obviously, if I do use the lines some day, it will be in much better writing than jotted off above. I just wanted to show the contempt I currently feel for Beckett. Ironic, I know, writing of my love for his lines and my contempt for him at the same time...I've suffered through a lot of Modern Drama this semester. I'll get over it.
~ Samuel Beckett's Endgame
This line is spoken in a depressing, Absurd, mess of a play but to me it reads like a plea from a sad and beautiful love story. No such luck. Can I rip it off and use it some time? Would that be the ultimate blasphemy to Beckett: using his dialogue in some fluffy piece of chick lit? If so, then I'm in. Samuel Beckett, I spit upon you and your crazy Modernism. Roll over in your grave! Go ahead!
Here is a cheesey example, just off the top of my head, to get the corpse rolling, so to speak:
Cassandra clutched at his sleeve. "You cannot leave me, Fernando. I love you."
He pulled away and fixed her with a heartless stare. "Love. How can you speak of love?"
Again, she grabbed at him. She needed an arm, a hand- anything to keep him from leaving. "I know what I feel."
"It means nothing. Love." His laugh was heartless and bitter, so different than the gentle Fernando who held her and whispered in the night.
"I use the words you taught me. If they don't mean anything any more, teach me others. Or let me be silent."
Then something about a throbbing member, moonlight, and beating hearts.
Obviously, if I do use the lines some day, it will be in much better writing than jotted off above. I just wanted to show the contempt I currently feel for Beckett. Ironic, I know, writing of my love for his lines and my contempt for him at the same time...I've suffered through a lot of Modern Drama this semester. I'll get over it.
Tuesday, April 24, 2007
Save the Moneymaker!
It's that time of year again, folks: paper writing time. Which means...expect more posts.
Tonight's topic: my skin. I'm fast approaching twenty-five (gross), and I've noticed my skin looking older. Or, at least, I think I've noticed my skin looking older, which amounts to the same thing.
More little wrinkles on my forehead and under my eyes. A sort of general mottled effect. So it begins. Old skin. It's all downhill from here.
As soon as I have the money, I'm getting a good facial. Right now, I'm drinking so much water I could practically float away. Water is very important to good skin. It gives you that hydrated, glowing look.
It kind of seems that the advice for good skin follows the rules for good health in general (example, here).
I'm freaking out here. I'm too young for this, but time doesn't seem to care. My best skin years are behind me. I'm single, and my best skin years are behind me. I will never have the skin of a twenty-three year old again. My skin was beautiful at twenty-three.
Any skin care advice would be greatly appreciated.
Tonight's topic: my skin. I'm fast approaching twenty-five (gross), and I've noticed my skin looking older. Or, at least, I think I've noticed my skin looking older, which amounts to the same thing.
More little wrinkles on my forehead and under my eyes. A sort of general mottled effect. So it begins. Old skin. It's all downhill from here.
As soon as I have the money, I'm getting a good facial. Right now, I'm drinking so much water I could practically float away. Water is very important to good skin. It gives you that hydrated, glowing look.
It kind of seems that the advice for good skin follows the rules for good health in general (example, here).
I'm freaking out here. I'm too young for this, but time doesn't seem to care. My best skin years are behind me. I'm single, and my best skin years are behind me. I will never have the skin of a twenty-three year old again. My skin was beautiful at twenty-three.
Any skin care advice would be greatly appreciated.
Wednesday, April 04, 2007
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