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  • I'm Okay! :-)

    It's so kind of Xangans to peer out into cyberspace, on the lookout for
    signs that other Xangans enjoy continued good health and prosperity.
    This is one of the reasons I enjoy Xanga so much.

    Right now, if I spend much time here, I will have that many fewer
    seconds for working on my various essays and assignments. I want my
    degree! That's going to feel so good. But this workload is just torture
    right now, especially to one whose writing does not come so quickly as
    in days of yore.

    Many of you will have read Byron's famous words in his poem, "All for Love":



    O talk not to me of a name great in story; 



    The days of our youth are the days of our glory; 



    And the myrtle and ivy of sweet two-and-twenty 



    Are worth all your laurels, though ever so plenty.

    There is a sentiment that I can agree with right now, since, if memory
    serves (and sometimes it doesn't, I realize), fine essays came along so
    easily back then. *sigh*

    I've renegotiated all my deadlines, though, so there's a better chance that I'll turn in work that I can be proud of. We'll see.

    Right now I'm writing a very interesting essay on the character of Fanny Price in Jane Austen's Mansfield Park,
    comparing her depiction there to that in Patricia Rozema's 1999 film
    adaptation of the same name. Fanny is the only heroine to whom Austen
    provides a visible childhood period, which Rozema excises from her film
    in order to foreground the romantic plot. Rozema also puts into Fanny's
    mouth quotations from various of Austen's letters and her juvenilia
    (childhood writings), which gives her a much more mature, satirical
    air. The Fanny of the novel is a sensitive, repressed person with a
    strong moral sense (though she doesn't always quite live up to her own
    ideals). Recognizing that she is hard for readers to truly like, Rozema
    makes her heroine much bolder and at the same time less certain of
    herself -- more interesting, at least on a superficial level.

    However, Rozema's Fanny often speaks directly to the camera. She takes
    on somewhat of the air of a narrator, which serves to remove her, to
    some extent, from the story of which she is part. Famous critic Harold
    Bloom describes Hamlet as Shakespeare's most self-aware character --
    Hamlet regards himself and his role -- on some level, he knows that he is in a play.
    (Does that give you a shiver? I love that idea.) Fanny, I argue, is the
    same in Rozema's film. She is somewhat of a meta-character. She has
    less at stake, is less invested in the events around her, than the
    novel's Fanny. She can be bolder, in effect, out of her awareness that
    she is relating a story. In putting Austen into Fanny, Rozema lifts
    Fanny from Mansfield Park. This elevation or removal has varioius
    consequences and implications which I am exploring in my essay.

    If the last two paragraphs made any sense to you, I welcome your
    comments. Rozema's movie is fun to watch, I think, even if you haven't
    read the novel. Indeed, it is a radical re-interpretation of the novel,
    so it must be judged for itself just as much as for its connection with
    Austen's work.

    Well, there's some notion of what I'm working on now. The way my
    schedule works at the moment, I have essays due April 9 and 23, a
    take-home exam from April 9-16, and my thesis, which I'll probably be
    working on until May 10. The Kalamazoo Medieval Studies Conference
    happens that weekend, and after that.......... I think I'm DONE.

    Off I go, to write other things than Xanga entries for a while. Have a great spring y'all! Smell some flowers for me.

    CG

  • To Do List

    Objectives to be completed before I can graduate:

    1. Research paper on Louisa May Alcott's sentimental novel, Work: A Story of Experience,
    discussing its generic instability in the light of authorial
    intentionality and sentimental aesthetics. This will build on my
    earlier essay for the same course on Alcott's story, "Transcendental
    Wild Oats."

    2. Essay on the controversial 1999 film adaptation of Jane Austen's Mansfield Park.

    3. Old Norse essay -- topic to be decided.

    4. Thesis on women in medieval Icelandic society as they appear in legal and literary texts.

    5. Take-home exam April 7-13. Never done one of these before!

    I just know you wish me luck.

  • Aww.

    Had to share. Now back to work.

    frct
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  • Reading Week

    I know, that term brings up visions of bikini-clad frolics on beaches
    in Florida -- but for me there will actually be reading. And writing. I
    got my last two essays done, but there are always new ones.

    Mind you, I feel quite ill and was up most of last night with a fever. So this week also includes a visit to the doctor.

    Still, I get to live allll week at my actual original real home in Ajax, which is great.

    I'll probably even get to make the rounds here in Xangaland. So things are generally quite good.

  • Still Alive and Scribblin'

    This note is just to inform my legion of interested readers (LOL!) --
    er, the odd kind-hearted visitor then -- that I am plugging away at my
    final term as an undergrad, hoping to do well and to be admitted into a
    graduate program.

    I received my first grade in one course, an 87%, which encourages me to
    feel that I might be equal to some of the huge challenges this term
    holds for me. But we'll see. I'm not one to hatchet my counts before
    they chicken!!

    *rushes off to scribble yet more*

  • Jane Austen Time

    I'm enjoying my course on Jane Austen this term. I think I'm going to write an essay on film adaptations of Pride and Prejudice, a bit like my V for Vendetta essay from last term.

    I have watched the Keira Knightley film, and the Colin Firth miniseries,
    and I've decided that I want to make my own customized cast from the
    two productions. I love Donald Sutherland from the more recent film --
    he makes a fantastic Mr. Bennet. But Colin Firth is no longer my
    favourite Darcy, if you can believe it! Yep, I really really enjoyed
    the aloof yet vulnerable Matthew MacFadyen from the Knightley film. He
    really got to me. I think I'd have to say that Keira is not as good an
    actress as Jennifer Ehle, but I bet most would agree that Brenda
    Blethyn is the ultimate Mrs. Bennet. And then there's Judi Dench.
    Nobody beats Judi Dench. Ever!

    If I could go back in time, I'd pay a morning visit on Miss Austen when
    she was about 40 (before she got sick). I'd try to fool her into
    thinking I belonged to her time (cuz it's fun to play dress-up!). Then
    I'd thank her from the bottom of my heart for her writing, on behalf of
    all of us!

    *sigh of adoration*

    CG

    austenjtw

  • More of Raoul the Elder Kitty

    Many of you enjoyed looking at a recent photo of my brother's
    long-lived cat Ra. So here is Ra from Christmas this year. Many cats
    are subjected to these indignities at Christmas, don't you find? And
    they all adopt the same resigned look of vaguely injured dignity. But
    they know that we love them!

    raxmas1raxmas2

  • Six Weird Things about Curious Georgina

    Okay, I've been tagged and all that, so here's the scoop.

    1. I can read quickly. Very, very quickly. More like instant
    apprehension. Not a conscious process at all. To me it's more like
    watching a movie or just having a succession of feelings or thoughts.
    Also, my spelling has been perfect or near-perfect all my life. I
    didn't earn these things -- I was just born with them! That, to me, is
    weird.

    2. I was also born with three kidney-tubes (not kidneys). Apparently,
    this is not so very unusual. I cried a lot when I was a baby, I'm told,
    because of complications about this, and so it was fixed during a
    hospital trip I just barely remember. So I'm physically weird (a bit)
    (in the past).

    3. Speaking of memory, I have a very early "first memory." I am
    standing behind the bottom panel of the front screen door in my
    parents' home of the time, staring up into a dark blue sky just after
    sunset. A coolish breeze is blowing on my face. A ferris wheel covered
    with lights is turning in the sky. My parents lived until I was about
    1-1/2 years old in a rented home which faced the local fairgrounds. The
    fall fair was visible from our front door. This means that I can
    remember being just over a year old. Is this weird?

    4. I'm a university undergrad at age 42. That's weird, though far from
    unknown these days. I am hoping to start a second career in my 40s.
    That's no longer such a weird thing either. Just because it's more
    common these days doesn't make it less personally intimidating, I find.
    Isn't that weird?

    5. I can't stand gum-chewing, it utterly freaks me out. Three of my
    senses rise up in revolt, especially when the gum-chewer is in a car or
    on a bus with me. One: EW it smells yucky! Two: EW it sounds all wet
    and disgusting! Three: EW it makes that person look like an imbecile
    cud-chewing cow! I just cannot talk myself out of a sense that I must
    either kill this person or leave the vicinity immediately. But other
    people aren't bugged at all. That's just weird!

    6. Uh oh. What else is weird about me? If I canvassed my friends, I'm
    sure I would receive a list of strong opinions on that subject. Perhaps
    I should maintain my blissful ignorance. Yes! I will refrain from
    asking what about me is weird. After all: who wants to be weird?!

    Not Curious Georgina.

  • Logistical challenges; geriatric kitties

    Good day, fellow Xangans!

    I feel optimistic today despite my courseload which feels heavier and
    more threatening than ever before in my academic life. If I can get
    through this semester, I'm convinced, I can get through everything.

    Readings, seminar presentations, essays, oh yes -- these follow hard
    upon one another between now and April. In mid-April, a take-home exam
    already looms. I think an exam that lasts a week is nothing more than
    an institutionalized form of torture, don't you? The three-hour kind
    are bad enough!

    This afternoon I'm going to do some more work on my study schedule, to
    make sure that all my courses receive roughly equal, even if
    inadequate, attention. I'll get through this somehow!

    On a pleasanter note, here's a photo of my dad cradling my brother's
    cat "Ra" (short for "Raoul"), who is over 20 years old. He is a Maine
    Coon and a beautiful creature, although mostly skin, bones, and fur at
    his age, as you can well imagine! Also fairly deaf, although very vocal
    about his wants and needs. I did some Web research to find out other
    instances of elderly cats, and was surprised to discover that somrapae have lived as long as 39 years. Do you know any elderly cats?

    Long live the fluffy Ra!

  • Missives flying off into the great unknown...

    I've been applying to grad schools.

    Off go the little packages... how will they be regarded at their
    destinations? I just do not know. If I do not make it into a
    university, then I have a college program picked out; if I do not make
    it into college I'm gonna pout for a year and then think of something
    else...

    And I have to wait until April, in all likelihood, before I know my fate.

    At least I have plenty of stuff to keep me busy in my last
    undergraduate term. And with this case of nerves, I'll save money on
    coffee!