Unfair-ism

It has always bothered me slightly that 'Modernism' is a term. Because, of course, modern has another meaning altogether and how do you know if people are speaking of the cultural/artistic movement or something happening right now or in the very recent past?

In retaliation, I feel we should adopt Current-ism to describe our own cultural period. Then, in twenty years or so, people will go: "Ah, this David Hare play, this TV show 24, this tortured song by Justin Timberlake discussing the loss and regain of sexiness- it's all so Current." And people will say: "What? When?"

Love it.

In other news, I fell in love with 24 last night. I suppose with my rampant television addiction, it was bound to happen sooner or later.

When I realized I had totally lost track of the Wallace Stevens paper...

"This music is the music of the poem Peter Quince and not music produced by the individual players of the poem. It is an important distinction."

I paused. I read that sentence. And I said, outloud, to my empty apartment: "I have no idea what I'm talking about."

And when I'm really tired of Wallace Stevens...

I take useless online personality quizzes.

Which West Wing character am I?



The idealistic speechwriter is well-liked by just about everyone. He's known for his excellent writing, sense of humor, and tendency to be clutzy. Although being younger than the rest of the staff, he's often treated as so, much to his dismay.

:: Which West Wing character are you? ::

I scored Toby on a different one. I think it's the writing thing. But Sam works much better for me than Toby.

Also, I would focused more on idealistic in Sam's description (except for when he comes back at the very end of the show and is mean and jaded...but we don't count that as real Sam) and the part about being younger than the rest of the staff isn't true, cuz he's the same age as Josh, and I don't remember him ever getting upset about being treated as younger.

Mallory: Don't play dumb with me.
Sam: No, I am dumb. Most of the time I'm playing smart.

This is me paraphrasing off the top of my head, but it certainly describes how I'm feeling about these papers right now...

Sigh. Anyway, back to Wallace Stevens. The paper used to be about 'Music, Gender and Sexuality in the Poetry of Wallace Stevens'. Now it is about a bunch of notes I typed out that I'm having trouble fitting together. I liked the old topic better.

Poetry of My Namesake

A Drinking Song

Wine comes in at the mouth
And love comes in at the eye;
That's all we shall know for truth
Before we grow old and die.
I lift the glass to my mouth,
I look at you, and I sigh.

~ William Butler Yeats