I forgot to mention that we got our midterms back last night. Yay! Such a relief. I squeaked by with an A. Whew.
Also, my Sunday’s most listened to song (laugh if you want, but I grew up on Bluegrass Music & still enjoy it):
The Boy Who Wouldn’t Hoe Corn
Alison Krauss & Union Station
Tell You a little story and it won’t take long,
‘Bout a lazy farmer who wouldn’t hoe his corn.
The reason why I never could tell,
That young man was always well.
He planted his corn in the month of June.
By July it was up to his eyes.
Come September, came a big frost.
And all the young man’s corn was lost.
His story, kith, had just begun.
Said: “Young man, have you hoed some corn?”
“Well I tried and I tried, and I tried in vain.
“But I don’t believe I raised no grain.”
He went down town to his neighbour’s door.
Where he had often been before.
Sayin’: “Pretty little miss, will you marry me?”
“Little miss what do you say?”
“Why do you come for me to wed?
“You, can’t even make your own corn grain.
“Single I am, and will remain.
“A lazy man, I won’t maintain.”
He turned his back and walked away.
Sayin: “Little miss, you’ll rue the day.
“You’ll rue the day that you were born.
“For givin’ me the devil ‘cos I wouldn’t hoe corn.”
For those that are interested, my latest English Lit paper. If I had spent more time and thought on it, I could have gone on & on.
My titles always suck, but I still enjoy making them slightly corny.
Woolf in Allegory�s Clothing copyright 2003 misspriss.org NO STEALING Women�s rights and equality have long been controversial subjects that invoke strong feelings in both their proponents and opponents. In order to make her ideas known without immediately ruffling feathers, Virginia Woolf decides allegory is her ally in A Room of One�s Own, stating, �At any rate, when a subject is highly controversial�and any question about sex is that�one cannot hope to tell the truth…. Fiction here is likely to contain more truth than fact� (2154). In this essay, Woolf uses fiction to tell her views for her. She also writes, �Fiction must stick to facts, and the truer the facts the better the fiction�so we are told� (2160). In essence, Woolf is telling her readers that there is truth underneath the story she tells. While she leaves readers to draw their own conclusion, she gives strong hints to her feelings about women�s educations, women writing fiction, and a woman�s independence. When Woolf�s character encounters a noticeable difference in food quality at men�s and women�s colleges, Woolf indicates a disparity between spending for men�s educational funding versus spending for women�s educational funding. The food is not really important; what the quality of food symbolizes is the lack of care for a woman�s education. Men earn most of the money. Men endow scholarships at men�s colleges for � men, of course. Women are not educated; they are only good for making men look better. Women do not need an education to meet one of few purposes: edify men; women only need to raise children and take care of basic household needs. Therefore, in men�s eyes, it would be a waste for men to fund women�s educations. While that is a seemingly common view, Woolf clearly indicates her disagreement with past and present convention. Shakespeare�s fictional sister is a representation of what women with gifts of writing would have gone through in the past, had they tried to use or develop their gift. Women in the past were second class citizens, forced to marry at their parents� whims. A pre-1900 woman could not earn money; all household advantages belonged to the husband. She could not make decisions for herself. She could not write poetry or a novel�she was too busy raising family to have the leisure time for thinking about anything but surviving day to day. Again, Woolf shows her disapproval of the old way, preferring that women use the gifts with which they are endowed. In A Room of One�s Own, Woolf also writes about women and fiction using the guise of a fictitious character to emphasize her underlying meaning. By using the phrase �room of one�s own� Woolf is really talking about independence and the ability to choose one�s path. Women are finally getting to the point where autonomy is possible. She encourages women to fully use the advantages they now have, but warns that with freedom comes risk. Virginia Woolf�s writing in this essay exhibits a balance between truth, fiction, and underlying meanings. Allegory can be a strong tool in the right hands. Using allegory, an author can diffuse a volatile subject � making a story or commentary more palatable for the average reader while still getting a specific point across to the intended audience. Word count: 539
I found varicose (not very close for you southerners) veins on my legs & ankles. Aaaahhhh! Less than 30 days after my 30th birthday! I’m falling apart! Someone please help me, put me out of my misery, something! Aaahhh!
I just have to vent here. I frequent several topic specific message boards and I am so sick of know-it-alls.
I moderate the general-topic forum, which is the most traffic-intensive, on a site. One poster used the word flame in his title – and to me that means he intended to bad-mouth someone – in this case the owner of a business.
So, I tried to point out that he should temper his words a bit, because it seems his intent is somewhat malicious. Another guy comes along, steps in because he “knows all about this situation” and proceeds to make generalizations about how “people that have never owned their own business don’t know diddly-squat about customer service” and on & on. While it may not have been directed at me alone, I know this guy too well. He’s made what he thought were sly pot-shots at me before.
And I’m just sick of it. I’m sick of know-it-all men discounting me because I’m a woman in a male-dominated hobby. I’m sick of a paunchy, loud-mouthed moron trying to tell me he knows more than me because he is a business owner. And I’m tired of little games where people think it’s okay to take pot-shots at people because they think they know everything and don’t know when to shut the fuck up! And I’m fucking tired of this man, who has to constantly promote himself (spam) and tell everyone his business. He knows nothing about me. NOTHING.
I’ve been in some sort of customer service related position for ten years. TEN. I think I know a little about it. Which is why I tried to encourage the first guy to take his complaints to the business owner first. Not to mention the biz owner had family problems or an emergency – I’m certainly not going to cast the first stone. While what I know of the situation could have been handled better, I still refuse to cast stones at this biz owner. We’re not in his shoes and can’t say what we’d do in his place. The business may have very well taken second or even third priority. They did get their deposits back, after several weeks.
Ugh! I’m about ready to quit. This guy has been a thorn in my side for five freaking years. I’ve had enough already. Gah! GAH!
PS – Virginia Woolf was right – anger doesn’t make for good writing.
Ah, coffee, you sweet elixir of warmth-giving goodness and light. How I adore thee.
I will do anything to avoid wearing pantyhose, including freezing my butt off on a chilly morning while wearing a skirt.
Peach yogurt is my favorite.
More earth-shattering revelations to come … stay tuned!
I only have one vice. Coffee. Okay, make that two. Coffee and food.
Alright, already, quit looking at me that way. Three. Only three. Coffee, food, and wine.
Seriously, that’s it.