Monday, February 26, 2007
I finally had time this morning to write an abstract for Den Grair Bär. I came up with about five themes, three of which are strong and two decent, but weaker. I ought to have enough material for twenty pages. Via interlibrary loan several more articles arrived that deal more specifically with the elegies themselves, which ought to be more helpful than the general subjects I was reading previously.
My eyeballs feel drainy.
[Lauree Frances Keith concluded this diatribe at 12:07 PM]
The Mirror Never Lies
Sunday, February 18, 2007
I finally came upon a computer [at work] that does not block access to the Blogger sign-in page. The computer labs at school disable cookies or something, thus preventing me from logging in. But now all is well.
Having spent the past two days preparing for the Latin exam over Horace's satires tomorrow, I am nonetheless overwhelmed, for I am moving from studying perhaps around a hundred to a hundred fifty lines in the undergraduate class to exactly four hundred ninety-four, some of which we did not attend to during class period but are regardless responsible for. The lines are divided between five poems, the first and the last two of which I am fairly-well knowledgeable, but poems four and five especially are beastly.
[Lauree Frances Keith concluded this diatribe at 5:42 PM]
Picking Dirt Out Of The Fingernails
Friday, February 02, 2007
Parsing verbs and copying articles at the library are the two activities that have been consuming my life for the past couple of weeks. This weekend I need to concentrate more on reading for Der Grair Bär so that I am prepared to discuss a thesis topic at our meeting this Thursday. Between reading I need to prepare Latin and Greek translations, work unholy hours, and consult someone at the financial aid office about applying as an independent student again for the coming academic year.
I resent having to "work" to read. If I could look at The Iliad auf Griechisch and immediately recognize everything, I would appreciate it ever so much more than I do at this stage of looking up every word first, which consumes nearly all my time and patience. Dr. Lavigne mocked me at the coffee shop the other night: 'Read, read like the wind!' That's easy for Mr. Stanford Smarty-Pants to say.
I barely speak English.
[Lauree Frances Keith concluded this diatribe at 2:40 PM]