Thursday, April 28, 2005
Saturday, April 23, 2005
Thursday, April 21, 2005
3 wierds
all three hour seminars, once a week.
class one: taught by one of today's leading contemporary theologians. we come to class having read the piece and sit around and discuss. mostly the prof talking stream of consciousness. pauses to laugh at own jokes but class doesn't ever get them so prof only one laughing. prof usually talks in a tone that says - Im so increadibly bored with this material and with you, kill me now. which is how most of us feel. sidelong glances, eyes rolling, smirks. a friend tells me i should interrupt prof to ask prof what s/he thinks about Prince (yes, as in the artist formerly know as...). This is in reference to a class last quarter w/ another prof where we in fact did spend half the class talking about the prof's love of Prince and last Prince concert. other students chimed in concerning their own favorites. This will not happen this quarter in this class. all too intimidated to take the discussion in said direction, though all terribly bored. except for that one kid who is always asking insightful questions.
class two: team taught. one flamboyant, engaged, effusive, other grumpy and brooding. most of seminar is them going back and forth, disagreeing cordially with the other. one will give a lecturette to the class, and the other, as the last word is out, will say, But lets consider it this way... and try to undo what the other has just said. quite entertaining, though at some point rest of class feels somewhat neglected. some start to whisper to each other about other matters.
class three: prof talks like that guy from Scarface, Heeeyyyy Bossss. doesnt really open the mouth fully, sort of slurs the words. interesting when we are discussing metaphysics and it is presented as if it is really secretive. one thinks that, if they dont agree with the perspective then tonight they're gonna swim wit da fishes. as in most philos classes, many odd ones. one talks incesantly, disagreeing with the prof and citing the german text as proof. but he is so earnest and genuine, not mean spirited. really loves the material so the prof resists bitch-slapping him. not sure if his classmates will be so forgiving.
class one: taught by one of today's leading contemporary theologians. we come to class having read the piece and sit around and discuss. mostly the prof talking stream of consciousness. pauses to laugh at own jokes but class doesn't ever get them so prof only one laughing. prof usually talks in a tone that says - Im so increadibly bored with this material and with you, kill me now. which is how most of us feel. sidelong glances, eyes rolling, smirks. a friend tells me i should interrupt prof to ask prof what s/he thinks about Prince (yes, as in the artist formerly know as...). This is in reference to a class last quarter w/ another prof where we in fact did spend half the class talking about the prof's love of Prince and last Prince concert. other students chimed in concerning their own favorites. This will not happen this quarter in this class. all too intimidated to take the discussion in said direction, though all terribly bored. except for that one kid who is always asking insightful questions.
class two: team taught. one flamboyant, engaged, effusive, other grumpy and brooding. most of seminar is them going back and forth, disagreeing cordially with the other. one will give a lecturette to the class, and the other, as the last word is out, will say, But lets consider it this way... and try to undo what the other has just said. quite entertaining, though at some point rest of class feels somewhat neglected. some start to whisper to each other about other matters.
class three: prof talks like that guy from Scarface, Heeeyyyy Bossss. doesnt really open the mouth fully, sort of slurs the words. interesting when we are discussing metaphysics and it is presented as if it is really secretive. one thinks that, if they dont agree with the perspective then tonight they're gonna swim wit da fishes. as in most philos classes, many odd ones. one talks incesantly, disagreeing with the prof and citing the german text as proof. but he is so earnest and genuine, not mean spirited. really loves the material so the prof resists bitch-slapping him. not sure if his classmates will be so forgiving.
Tuesday, April 19, 2005
liberal pope? neoliberal, that is.
Well, if Sirico and the Acton Institute are endorsing this Pope and really excited about him, I know that is bad news.
http://www.acton.org/ppolicy/comment/article.php?id=263
http://www.acton.org/ppolicy/comment/article.php?id=263
Habemus Papam
Wow. Just watched live the revelation of the next pope. Caridinal Ratzinger is now Pope Benedict XVI.
Amazing to watch this significant transition. Looks like, for better or for worse, the conservative line of the church continues.
Amazing to watch this significant transition. Looks like, for better or for worse, the conservative line of the church continues.
Marlowe's Aria
We love Renee Fleming in the mornings. There is something so soothing about letting her melodious voice float through the morning air as you sit and sip your coffee. I often imagine (and wish) I am somewhere near the Mediterranean, in a house on the cliffs, the breeze flowing through gauze curtains as the waves lap somewhere below, while the diva's voice caresses the soul.
Marlowe has taken to this as well. He loves to sing in the morning, as he sits by the window, gazing out at the sunshine and birds. Often we'll wake up to his soft, gentle crooning. It is ever so subtle, just a light note here or there, a slight tremolo. He sticks in the same range, perhaps hesitant to try new things for fear that his voice might crack. He's no Renee, but waking up to his fluttery notes has a peacefulness to it, it's a reminder that everything's gonna be ok.
Marlowe has taken to this as well. He loves to sing in the morning, as he sits by the window, gazing out at the sunshine and birds. Often we'll wake up to his soft, gentle crooning. It is ever so subtle, just a light note here or there, a slight tremolo. He sticks in the same range, perhaps hesitant to try new things for fear that his voice might crack. He's no Renee, but waking up to his fluttery notes has a peacefulness to it, it's a reminder that everything's gonna be ok.
Thursday, April 07, 2005
Waiting for Hegemon
Wasn't it Peter and Valentine Wiggin who skillfully manipulated the world through the efficient use of blogs? Their assumed personalities and web based alter egos effectively swayed public opinion and cajolled politicians and pundits alike. Simply through such conversations, commanding a global audience, they worked their way into power. It was an effective political poesis. When will they show up? Where are they now? How much longer until Hegemon is revealed?
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