Because I’m going to need all the time I can get.
You see, I woke up, and felt like challenging myself today. The first thing that came to mind was to continue copyediting that highly theoretical MPhil thesis on a subject that I know exactly bugger all about (that would be archaeology). But no, I felt like I needed something bigger. Something more daunting. Something that would take blood, sweat, and tears (even if they’re only metaphorical).
So I decided, today I am going to attempt to have fun.
I texted Roger, God of Weather, and asked him if he could return that favour he owed me and make today’s weather glorious. He was a little reluctant, but eventually gave in.
As luck would have it, my Shakespeare tutor is psychic, and when he was organising the course, he sensed that I would need a day free of any real obligations, so he decided to cancel today’s seminar.
And there seems to be something going around, as my geek friends also divined that today was the perfect day to go watch superheroes blow shit up.
Thanks to this, my day is going to be filled with the following:
- take shower
- buy breakfast and supplies
- ingest breakfast
- slather on vast amounts of sunscreen
- go to the castle (I can’t believe I live round the corner from a bloody castle, it’s fantastic)
- sit in the sun
- read books
- ingest shandy and possibly a croissant
- go to Amsterdam
- have food with friends
- go see Watchmen on a dizzyingly big screen
No, it won’t be easy. No, it won’t be fast. But I think that if I work hard and get a little lucky, I’ll be able to pull it off. Ladies and gentlemen, I think that I might actually enjoy myself today.
I’m currently doing a course on Old English literature, and although sometimes the words make me want to poke a crochet hook up my nose and pull my brain out bit by bit, I am loving the course. It is, without a doubt my favourite course outside the actual lit section so far. (It might have ‘literature’ in the course title, but it is most definitely philology.)
Not only do I love how the Anglo-Saxons turned everything into EPIC WAR in their poetry and prose, I also enjoy the fact that Aelfred was all about culturally uplifting his people, not to mention the culture that he was so crazy about.
Christianity was a large part of that culture. I’ve been interested in it since my first year at uni, when I took a Cultural Backgrounds course. We had to read the classics and the King James Bible. I was familiar with the classics, thanks to my gymnasium high school thing. (Here in the Netherlands, that doesn’t mean that you’re good at sports–it means you’re taught Greek and/or Latin, and you’re made familiar with classical culture. For the record, I was dreadful at most sports, unless it involved doing lots of sit-ups, being really flexible, or hockey.)
I can tell you about the odd plumbing reference in Piramus and Thisbe (and how, unfortunately, Shakespeare left this out of Romeo and Juliet), but my knowledge of Christianity still feels lacking. Luckily for me, I’m friends with the awesome Matthew Baugh, a pastor who writes wonderfully pulpy fiction in his spare time. He’s helped me learn a lot about religion and spiritual matters, and has done so in a kind and understanding way.
Now, the denizens of the Interwebs who are not fortunate enough to have Matthew as a part of their lives can read his musings on this subject in his blog God and Stuff.
It’s readable, interesting, accesible, and just plain good.
Every so often, I need to lose myself in a good story. The longer, the better. Movies are good, full series are even better, but nothing quite beats a huge brick of a novel.
So I was stoked as all get-out when I finally found a copy of Needful Things.
Written in two hours. It’s only 2k, but it’s fun. I expect I’ll have to rewrite it at least two or three times before I’m even remotely happy with it, but it’s good to have written something after weeks of bugger all.