Hi, faithful readers.
I have a new blog, since I've been trying to leave the Oxford experience untouched by Americana:
http://www.iamnotpositive.blogspot.com
Strange name.
But other ones were taken.
Love.
20 May 2009
29 April 2009
back in the US, back in the US, back in the US...oh, that's it.
No more British words.
But ask me sometime--I may have a few more up my sleeve that I don't remember at the moment.
I hope most of you have enjoyed my blog. I've been hearing that quite a few people have been reading it--this idea makes me a little nervous, and I'm glad I didn't know it before--I might have felt too much pressure.
I hope everyone is well, and I'm glad to see that life, as I knew it, continued on without me..but a few things are still easily recognized:
Justine
Trinity's OPUS
The Carpenter's DeanMobile
et cetera.
The plane ride was uneventful, save for a crabby stewardess who rolled her eyes at most people and was short with others. I found this entertaining, and even paused some of my movies to watch her not-so-customer-friendly tactics.
Her hair looked good, though. Maybe she should give up the high heels--the last time I checked, standing on high heels for eight hours at extremely high altitudes don't better anyone's disposition (unless you count it for others' entertainment...)
I should check out of here, as I have a few jobs to look up while I'm in Palos Heights, IL for the next few weeks.
Be on the lookout for another blog--this one will be left alone for a long time, unless I decide to visit England again. In the Springtime. Stipulations.
Well, I can't say cheers anymore...but...Blessings to you all!
And, thanks for reading. It's been an adventure of spring negotiations. Spring came around in England. But I'll have to work my magic to make the bleariness of Illinois fade away.
With love.
But ask me sometime--I may have a few more up my sleeve that I don't remember at the moment.
I hope most of you have enjoyed my blog. I've been hearing that quite a few people have been reading it--this idea makes me a little nervous, and I'm glad I didn't know it before--I might have felt too much pressure.
I hope everyone is well, and I'm glad to see that life, as I knew it, continued on without me..but a few things are still easily recognized:
Justine
Trinity's OPUS
The Carpenter's DeanMobile
et cetera.
The plane ride was uneventful, save for a crabby stewardess who rolled her eyes at most people and was short with others. I found this entertaining, and even paused some of my movies to watch her not-so-customer-friendly tactics.
Her hair looked good, though. Maybe she should give up the high heels--the last time I checked, standing on high heels for eight hours at extremely high altitudes don't better anyone's disposition (unless you count it for others' entertainment...)
I should check out of here, as I have a few jobs to look up while I'm in Palos Heights, IL for the next few weeks.
Be on the lookout for another blog--this one will be left alone for a long time, unless I decide to visit England again. In the Springtime. Stipulations.
Well, I can't say cheers anymore...but...Blessings to you all!
And, thanks for reading. It's been an adventure of spring negotiations. Spring came around in England. But I'll have to work my magic to make the bleariness of Illinois fade away.
With love.
15 April 2009
Operation Information Regurgitation
British Word of the Day: crotchet - A musical term, meaning one note that is held for one beat. (American's "quarter note"). eg: "Sopranos, please don't go flat on the crotchet in measure 34."
Basically, I've finished my essay. It's 4, 019 words with the MLA citation words within.
But really, I think it was just information regurgitation. Now I have to sadly go back through this pile of quotes and determine what I'm really saying (also known as editing.) I have a faint hope that instead of doing this, I'll just copy-edit, and in doing so, my true essay will come shining forth...
I think my hopes are ill-founded.
The Brownings became sickeningly lovey-dovey as I read on about them and wrote about such things as "Surely I have loved you, in the idea of you, my whole life long." (I refuse to cite this. But I will tell you that it was Elizabeth Barrett writing to Robert Browning before they were married. Citations, Shmitations.)
Tomorrow I think I will attempt to go into the Radcliffe Camera, and run around screaming, "The British Are Coming! The British Are Coming!"
They won't look at me because I'm yelling. They will look at me because I am yelling something incorrect that I have stolen, plagiarized, and adulterated for my own purposes.
I'm feeling scholarly, Paul Revere. I think I'll kindle a fire in the Upper Bodleian Library, as well.
Tomorrow we hand in our "Long Essay." Today we weep with exhaustion.
Cheers!...
Basically, I've finished my essay. It's 4, 019 words with the MLA citation words within.
But really, I think it was just information regurgitation. Now I have to sadly go back through this pile of quotes and determine what I'm really saying (also known as editing.) I have a faint hope that instead of doing this, I'll just copy-edit, and in doing so, my true essay will come shining forth...
I think my hopes are ill-founded.
The Brownings became sickeningly lovey-dovey as I read on about them and wrote about such things as "Surely I have loved you, in the idea of you, my whole life long." (I refuse to cite this. But I will tell you that it was Elizabeth Barrett writing to Robert Browning before they were married. Citations, Shmitations.)
Tomorrow I think I will attempt to go into the Radcliffe Camera, and run around screaming, "The British Are Coming! The British Are Coming!"
They won't look at me because I'm yelling. They will look at me because I am yelling something incorrect that I have stolen, plagiarized, and adulterated for my own purposes.
I'm feeling scholarly, Paul Revere. I think I'll kindle a fire in the Upper Bodleian Library, as well.
Tomorrow we hand in our "Long Essay." Today we weep with exhaustion.
Cheers!...
12 April 2009
in progress?
British Word of the Day: fancy - to like to have, or in the case of denoting attraction, to simply admire and desire. (American's "Would you like" or simply "like") eg: "Fancy a spot o' tea?" OR "If I didn't know any better, I'd think she fancies him."
Things are not in progress, as you might have guessed. It is Easter Sunday after all. I took the day off entirely yesterday, and went into London with Alyssa. I brought a small book and notebook in case I was suddenly inspired to do research by the beauty of Westminster, the British Museum, or Camden Markets. Alas! This was not to be. *fake swoon*
But, London was gorgeous nevertheless. I may have pictures up in half a lifetime, but blogs may be quite out of fashion by then.
Maybe I'll get them up in a few years' time.
Until then!
Cheers!
Things are not in progress, as you might have guessed. It is Easter Sunday after all. I took the day off entirely yesterday, and went into London with Alyssa. I brought a small book and notebook in case I was suddenly inspired to do research by the beauty of Westminster, the British Museum, or Camden Markets. Alas! This was not to be. *fake swoon*
But, London was gorgeous nevertheless. I may have pictures up in half a lifetime, but blogs may be quite out of fashion by then.
Maybe I'll get them up in a few years' time.
Until then!
Cheers!
10 April 2009
on progress
British Word of the Day: bang - exactly. (American's "right.") Normally used in sentences with a locational word directly following. eg: "We were bang in the middle of the field." Or, "That answer was bang on." [The "bang" portion of the sentence is given a heavier accent.]
Anyhow. My ideas on progress are as follows:
I think I'm inspired to do a little research now that I've caffeinated myself up.
Cheers!
Anyhow. My ideas on progress are as follows:
I think I'm inspired to do a little research now that I've caffeinated myself up.Cheers!
09 April 2009
it was a nominally "daily blog"
British Word of the Day: serviette - a small piece of softer paper given you after quickly getting food. (American's "napkin".) Eg: "I've forgotten to get a serviette, and I'm a total mess--will you go get me one?"
It's been a while. I know. I must have known it wouldn't have been a daily blog. This is Oxford--where, as they told us when we arrived: "Your best is never good enough." It's tragically discouraging at times, but that only means that there is room for improvement, I suppose.
Today was the start of our Easter Break. However, that's also a misnomer. It's also called "Writing Period" from the 8th to the 16th for our Long Essay. I guess they expected our research to be done by now. I'd like to re-dub this time "Researching Frantically, Writing Sloppily, Eating while Running to the Bodleian, Getting Dehydrated Because You're Not Allowed To Drink Water In The Libraries, Pretend Like You Have Time To Edit Your Rough Draft But You'll Turn It In As Is Because You're Tired Of All-Nighters And You'll Take An Hour Of Sleep When You Can Get It" week.
So, if that gives you any idea of what I have up ahead of me, excellent. My work in this blog is done.
My long essay is 3,500-4,000 words, due next week Thursday. I can do this.
But it won't be pretty.
Additionally, Eric and Alex? I've made my decision. Upper Camera of the Radcliffe. Hands down. No comparison. Sorry to the loser of that bet.
Cheers!
It's been a while. I know. I must have known it wouldn't have been a daily blog. This is Oxford--where, as they told us when we arrived: "Your best is never good enough." It's tragically discouraging at times, but that only means that there is room for improvement, I suppose.
Today was the start of our Easter Break. However, that's also a misnomer. It's also called "Writing Period" from the 8th to the 16th for our Long Essay. I guess they expected our research to be done by now. I'd like to re-dub this time "Researching Frantically, Writing Sloppily, Eating while Running to the Bodleian, Getting Dehydrated Because You're Not Allowed To Drink Water In The Libraries, Pretend Like You Have Time To Edit Your Rough Draft But You'll Turn It In As Is Because You're Tired Of All-Nighters And You'll Take An Hour Of Sleep When You Can Get It" week.
So, if that gives you any idea of what I have up ahead of me, excellent. My work in this blog is done.
My long essay is 3,500-4,000 words, due next week Thursday. I can do this.
But it won't be pretty.
Additionally, Eric and Alex? I've made my decision. Upper Camera of the Radcliffe. Hands down. No comparison. Sorry to the loser of that bet.
Cheers!
27 March 2009
Picture Post Promise
British Word of the Day: yeahyeahyeah - A widely used response of affirmation. (American's "Uh-huh".) eg: "Yeahyeahyeah, I think I know what you're saying."
I completely do not have time to write a blog.
It's a Friday night.
I have pictures from Winchester Cathedral that I'd like to post, but I don't have that kind of time.
This term is getting curiouser and curiouser.
Spent 4 hours in the English Faculty Library tomorrow. I didn't get much done, though I went through book after book. It was horrible. I came home with just one that may prove helpful. Tomorrow, I'll hit up the Bodleian, since that's one of the only libraries open on Saturday's during term time, open from 10 - 4. I'll see what I can find in the Shakespeare section of the History section. I managed to find that area on accident last time I went in the Radcliffe Camera.
So much to do.
2500 words for Monday on how our knowledge of the conventions of theatre in Shakespeare's age affect the way we read his plays.
2500 words to go.
Oh, dear.
Cheers! (I think?)
I completely do not have time to write a blog.
It's a Friday night.
I have pictures from Winchester Cathedral that I'd like to post, but I don't have that kind of time.
This term is getting curiouser and curiouser.
Spent 4 hours in the English Faculty Library tomorrow. I didn't get much done, though I went through book after book. It was horrible. I came home with just one that may prove helpful. Tomorrow, I'll hit up the Bodleian, since that's one of the only libraries open on Saturday's during term time, open from 10 - 4. I'll see what I can find in the Shakespeare section of the History section. I managed to find that area on accident last time I went in the Radcliffe Camera.
So much to do.
2500 words for Monday on how our knowledge of the conventions of theatre in Shakespeare's age affect the way we read his plays.
2500 words to go.
Oh, dear.
Cheers! (I think?)
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