tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-89356902024-03-23T11:08:49.745-07:00ipsa loquiturWhere she speaks for herself, and about others.Unknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger1297125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8935690.post-75373802212563146592014-04-15T12:27:00.002-07:002014-04-15T12:53:15.694-07:00finisThis blog deserves a proper conclusion (in keeping with <a href="http://futureinlaw.blogspot.com/2004/10/blog-is-born.html">its beginning</a>).<br />
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To conclude my blog with the conclusion of my blog, I was wed. Or, to put things in their proper order, my sister was wed, making me a real, bona fide, living, breathing in-law.<br />
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Then I went back to practicing law, knocking the other leg out from under the two-legged double entendre that seemed like the cutting edge of clever back in 2004.<br />
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<i>Then</i> I was wed. Wed, incidentally, to probably the most faithful reader of this blog. Which is probably why he knows so many things about me for no apparent reason (caveat lector).<br />
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So, this is the way the blog ends: not with a bang or a whimper, but with a post. On tax day.<br />
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It also ends with promise of future publications elsewhere on the interwebs and assurance that its author intends (with apologies to Norton Juster) to live, if not happily ever after, at least reasonably so.<br />
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Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8935690.post-86712992128180700742012-09-11T23:07:00.002-07:002012-09-11T23:08:24.678-07:00laundry listI have such bad writer's block (and have for more than a year now) that I couldn't even get through this sentence without stopping to move the apostrophe from "writer<b>'</b>s" to "writers<b>'</b>" and back again (which reminds me that I've been meaning to Google "symptoms of ADD" to see whether I have it or not).<br />
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Even in my journal it's hard to write more than a paragraph, or a couple lines of something attempting to be poetry.<br />
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(Is Facebook behind this? Or grad school?) <br />
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So this blog is kind of the equivalent of the pair of smaller-size jeans that every woman has in her closet that remind her of days that were but are no longer...but <i>could</i> come back if she tried...but even then, they're not even in style anymore...<br />
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But, if I <i>were</i> to write a blog post, here are the topics that are stewing:<br />
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<li>singleness (in the church/as a category/in relation to "waiting"/and careers for Christian women/and patriarchal teaching/and feminism/and contentment/and Titus 2/and fear/and celibacy) </li>
<li>mortality (as a whole/related to sickness/as a shock/in many many fragments, from the last baby tooth to the first gray hair to reading glasses to menopause to losing your driver's license)</li>
<li>"good," in all its theological and philosophical intricacies (yes, this again)</li>
<li> basil pesto</li>
<li>tests, like the James 1 kind</li>
<li>school (and teaching/and Christianity/and friendship/and compromise/and dissertation research/and politics/and faculty advisors)</li>
<li>war (across history/and its aftermath)</li>
<li>all the Biblical instances of God turning the natural order on its head, from Isaac to the wedding at Cana to Joshua's long day to the virgin birth to Lazarus...</li>
<li>the man who walks past my window every night between 10:30 and 11:00 p.m., talking either to an invisible interlocutor via cell phone or merely to an invisible interlocutor</li>
<li>the sun</li>
<li>dogs</li>
<li>how plants are better than dogs</li>
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I can't tell if this has been inspirational or not. But time will.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8935690.post-23069320091006017692012-05-02T21:12:00.000-07:002012-05-02T21:12:04.661-07:00experiencing cognitive dissonanceSo today I was sitting in the cafeteria waiting for some friends to join me for lunch. At the table behind me were two men discussing [what I later determined was] this exchange between David Barton and Jon Stewart on The Daily Show:<br />
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<b><a href="http://latimesblogs.latimes.com/showtracker/2012/05/late-night-david-barton-and-jon-stewart-debate-thomas-jefferson.html">David Barton and Jon Stewart Debate Thomas Jefferson</a></b> (<i>LA Times</i>)<br />
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I wish I would've known then that this is what they were talking about.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8935690.post-79929332176238179612012-05-01T08:31:00.002-07:002012-05-01T08:31:21.953-07:00premature conclusionsFriendship is intertextuality.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8935690.post-6058618982593697642012-04-30T07:28:00.003-07:002012-04-30T07:32:54.028-07:00summer<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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This summer, my plan is to read things like this<br />
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<a href="http://www.amazon.com/Realms-Gold-Classics-Christian-Perspective/dp/1592443400/ref=sr_1_6?s=books&ie=UTF8&qid=1335795963&sr=1-6" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="Realms of Gold: The Classics in Christian Perspective" border="0" height="200" id="prodImage" src="http://ecx.images-amazon.com/images/I/51i0XAqUcTL._SL500_AA300_.jpg" width="200" /> </a><br />
and this<br />
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and come to a place where I can better articulate why I do what I do.<br />
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So it's basically the same project, except in my head instead of in my room.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8935690.post-59763140384326942302012-04-28T21:43:00.000-07:002012-04-28T21:43:58.763-07:00trying againThe fiery version of Emily took a hiatus for a while and seems to be stealing back now bit by bit (and sometimes in wild spurts, which she often regrets). Whether this version blogs as much as in previous fiery-er seasons remains to be seen. Facebook nibbles diligently at the edges of the narrative urge.<br />
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What's most confusing about this blog at this point is my impending entry into -inlawhood, which takes a big whack at the concept of futureinlaw. (As for the phrase's professional interpretation, I'm still postponing that pretty successfully.) <br />
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<br />Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8935690.post-87838162192968190932011-12-28T13:33:00.001-08:002011-12-28T13:33:47.800-08:00José Hernández, Martín Fierro<span class="commentBody" data-jsid="text">Barbarism? No.<br /> Wit and wisdom saturate<br /> This sad gaucho’s song.</span>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8935690.post-70190801983003533292011-10-10T18:38:00.001-07:002011-10-10T18:38:44.074-07:00Duque de Rivas's Don Álvaro o la fuerza del sino<div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">
No elopement here:<br />
Destiny forecloses love.<br />
Everybody dies.</div>
Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8935690.post-74121312256068555432011-10-10T16:55:00.001-07:002011-10-10T16:55:45.372-07:00Valle-Inclán’s Divinas palabras<h6 class="uiStreamMessage" data-ft="{"type":1}" style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; font-weight: normal;">
<span class="messageBody translationEligibleUserMessage" data-ft="{"type":3}"><i></i> <span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif; font-size: small;">Decadent vignettes<br /> Escalate in vile display;<br /> Latin words assuage.</span></span></h6>
Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8935690.post-19836113963596911422011-09-17T17:19:00.000-07:002011-09-17T17:29:03.349-07:00reading as productionSchool hasn't even started, and I already have homework. Alas alack.<br />
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But it does mean that I occasionally run into some gems. I enjoyed this paragraph from <i>The Practice of Everyday Life</i> by Michel de Certeau:<br />
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[T]he activity of reading has...all the characteristics of a silent production: the drift across the page, the metamorphosis of the text effected by the wandering eyes of the reader, the improvisation and expectation of meanings inferred from a few words, leaps over written spaces in an ephemeral dance. But since he is incapable of stockpiling (unless he writes or records), the reader cannot protect himself against the erosion of time (while reading, he forgets himself and he forgets what he has read) unless he buys the object (book, image) which is no more than a substitute (the spoor or promise) of moments "lost" in reading. He insinuates into another person's text the ruses of pleasure and appropriation: he poaches on it, is transported into it, pluralizes himself in it like the internal rumblings of one's body. Ruse, metaphor, arrangement, this production is also an "invention" of the memory. Words become the outlet or product of silent histories. The readable transforms itself into the memorable: Barthes reads Proust in Stendhal's text; the viewer reads the landscape of his childhood in the evening news. The thin film of writing becomes a movement of strata, a play of spaces. A different world (the reader's) slips into the author's place.</blockquote>
Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8935690.post-56607480711208223412011-09-14T10:25:00.000-07:002011-09-14T10:30:28.911-07:00summer reading group: haiku version<span class="commentBody" data-jsid="text">Novels:</span><br />
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<b><span class="commentBody" data-jsid="text"><i>generally</i></span></b><br />
<span class="commentBody" data-jsid="text">Realist novels</span><br />
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<span class="commentBody" data-jsid="text">Chase "true love" and die.</span><br />
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<span class="commentBody" data-jsid="text"><b><i>San Manuel Bueno, mártir</i></b> (Unamuno)<br /> Most say he's a saint;<br /><span class="text_exposed_show"> Angela reveals his doubts.<br /> Is she trustworthy?<br /> <br /> <b><i>Doña Perfecta</i></b> (Pérez Galdós)<br /> Pepe falls in love.<br /> He's a skeptic! Mom objects.<br /> He dies; she goes mad.</span></span><br />
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<span class="commentBody" data-jsid="text"><span class="text_exposed_show"><b><i>Los pasos de Ulloa</i></b> (</span></span>Pardo Bazán)<br />
<span class="commentBody" data-jsid="text"><span class="text_exposed_show">Naive priest's mistakes</span></span><br />
<span class="commentBody" data-jsid="text"><span class="text_exposed_show">Ruin life for saintly girl.</span></span><br />
<span class="commentBody" data-jsid="text"><span class="text_exposed_show">Incest might result.</span></span>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8935690.post-4484674181928813492011-06-29T17:53:00.001-07:002011-06-29T17:57:21.333-07:00The sad truth......is that school ended on June 10, and papers still aren't done.<br /><br />Extensions were requested (and granted). Other things were attended to, including attending the <a href="http://aila.org/">American Immigration Lawyers Association</a> conference and the <a href="http://www.resolved.org/">Resolved</a> conference. Money was earned. Facebook was reactivated. Tahoe registration was drafted. And the bigger, uglier, gnarlier of the papers was completed.<br /><br />So now the tally is two down, one to go. But it still feels like life is on hold...Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8935690.post-24322902565484527842011-06-05T14:59:00.001-07:002011-06-05T15:01:40.962-07:00We will return to our regular programming......as soon as final papers are finished (or sooner, depending on procrastination levels; so far, though, except for waxing my car, my procrastinatory activities have had a decidedly domestic bent). Until then, check out today's sermon from Hebrews, which made me really excited about the fitting-together-ness of the historical salvation trajectory:<br /><br /><a href="http://sovgraceoc.org/resources/sermons/?sermon_id=104"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Hebrews 4:1-11</span></a>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8935690.post-64081054419737143172011-05-25T09:11:00.001-07:002011-05-25T09:17:46.548-07:00recommendationThis soup is my new favorite food:<br /><a href="http://allrecipes.com/Recipe/Vegan-Red-Lentil-Soup/Detail.aspx?prop31=1"><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Vegan Red Lentil Soup</span></a><br /><br />I haven't tried it yet with fenugreek and ginger. And I did sub olive oil for peanut oil. Oh, and left out the nutmeg. And used maybe 1 tsp. of chili powder in place of the cayenne. But, other than <span style="font-style: italic;">that</span>, this is the recipe.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8935690.post-81842960773590472872011-05-23T12:00:00.000-07:002011-05-23T12:03:18.803-07:00my first Apple productMy parents just gave me an iPod nano for my birthday.<br /><br />Pamela says that I am still about 10 years behind the times. I think it might actually be more, because I remember as a kid wanting a Walkman when they were still using cassette tapes (never got one---didn't get one with CDs, either).<br /><br />So much for getting my homework finished today . . .Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8935690.post-63024715550663460622011-05-21T21:54:00.000-07:002011-05-21T21:56:55.799-07:00This site is not bad.I just linked over to this <a href="http://www.scribd.com/doc/55551980/Anglo-EU-Translation-Guide">Anglo-EU Translation Guide</a> from the <a href="http://languagelog.ldc.upenn.edu/nll/?p=3154">Language Log</a>.<br /><br />Now I think I'm British.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8935690.post-39478259441842582142011-05-21T14:29:00.000-07:002011-05-21T14:30:18.641-07:00observationCertain family members have opined that my post about Spanish Lit may not be tasteful.<br /><br />I agree.<br /><br />That's kind of what I have against Spanish literature at this juncture in my life.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8935690.post-61294786878842327102011-05-20T09:58:00.001-07:002011-05-20T09:59:00.458-07:00intro to Spanish LitLife just isn't fun<br />Until you've seduced a nun.<br />(After that, it gets worse.)Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8935690.post-15653906976238572302011-05-19T09:33:00.000-07:002011-05-19T09:39:36.195-07:00not disappointedYeats may not be disappointing me, after all:<br /><blockquote>We who write, we who bear witness, must often hear our hearts cry out against us, complaining because of their hidden things, and I know not but he who speaks of wisdom may sometimes, in the change that is coming upon the world, have to fear the anger of the people of Faery, whose country is the heart of the world --- 'The Land of the Living Heart.'<br /><br />Who can keep always to the little pathways between speech and silence, where one meets none but discreet revelations?<br /><br />And surely, at whatever risk, we must cry out that imagination is always seeking to remake the world according to the impulses and the patterns in that Great Mind, and that Great Memory. Can there be anything so important as to cry out that what we call romance, poetry, intellectual beauty, is the only signal that the supreme Enchanter, or some one in His councils, is speaking of what has been, and shall be again, in the consummation of time?</blockquote>W.B. Yeats, "Magic" (1901) [paragraph breaks mine]<br /><br />Kinda spooky-sounding, but interesting, and likely a grain of truth in it.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8935690.post-76130730122925399542011-05-19T09:00:00.000-07:002011-05-19T09:31:43.117-07:00carriedNext Wednesday in Subjects of Revolt I'm presenting W.B. Yeats's essay "Magic."<br /><br />When I saw the essay listed in the syllabus, I thought "magic!" and thought only happy thoughts, about Spring and Lewis or Chesterton or Aslan or Gandalf (or Merlin in <span style="font-style: italic;">That Hideous Strength</span>).<br /><br />So when I opened up the book and started reading about Yeats and a handful of other curious Englishpeople in a seance, I felt duly chastised for forgetting that mine was the minority perspective.<br /><br />That said, I am having a horrible time being analytical while reading Yeats, because I keep getting carried away by the cadence of his writing.<br /><blockquote>"If all who have described events like this have not dreamed, we should rewrite our histories . . ."<br /><br />"Our souls that were once naked to the winds of heaven are now thickly clad . . ."<br /><br />"I must commit what merchandise of wisdom I have to this ship of written speech . . ."<br /></blockquote>Pretty writing is my Achilles' heel.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8935690.post-80291778079044336442011-05-17T12:08:00.000-07:002011-05-17T12:12:22.927-07:00degenerateOkay, so it didn't take long for the random Wikipedia-gleaning to start.<br /><br />First, the boredom article had this picture:<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjYRhp8L4SQbBUiNZakTQZkLrDMKItL4L_b_5eTbAAy29B1yC-qydtMBQeIcdYzbySoijSS1wt76chMFNGnxJv2zkXwqro76wOubNbNA3XZV5kX0VBVo53BmLTX7I1jFBD8IzzL/s1600/Vasnetsov_Nesmeyana.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 285px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjYRhp8L4SQbBUiNZakTQZkLrDMKItL4L_b_5eTbAAy29B1yC-qydtMBQeIcdYzbySoijSS1wt76chMFNGnxJv2zkXwqro76wOubNbNA3XZV5kX0VBVo53BmLTX7I1jFBD8IzzL/s400/Vasnetsov_Nesmeyana.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607764431598649826" border="0" /></a>It looked like something with a fairytale behind it, so, naturally, I had to check it out.<br /><br />I haven't found a full-text that I like yet, but here's the synopsis from Wikipedia: <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Princess_Who_Never_Smiled"><span style="font-weight: bold;">The Princess Who Never Smiled</span></a>.<br /><br />I'm curious about the part where the honest worker got turned into a handsome man. Was it just that he needed cleaning up, or was it like miraculous, or what? And how are things going to work for the rest of the marriage?<br /><br />I hope he was able to keep it up, because he seemed like a nice guy.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8935690.post-86075304967997927752011-05-17T11:58:00.000-07:002011-05-17T12:02:01.407-07:00Dickens and l'ennuiHaven't learned something new yet today?<br /><br />Here's another chance.<br /><blockquote><b>Boredom</b> is an <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Emotion" title="Emotion">emotional</a> state experienced during periods lacking activity or when individuals are uninterested in their surroundings. The first recorded use of the word <i>boredom</i> is in the novel <a style="font-style: italic;" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Bleak_House" title="Bleak House">Bleak House</a> by <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Charles_Dickens" title="Charles Dickens">Charles Dickens</a>, written in 1852,<sup id="cite_ref-0" class="reference"><a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Boredom#cite_note-0"><span>[</span>1<span>]</span></a></sup> in which it appears six times, although the expression <i>to be a bore</i> had been used in the sense of "to be tiresome or dull" since 1768.<sup id="cite_ref-1" class="reference"><a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Boredom#cite_note-1"><span>[</span>2<span>]</span></a></sup></blockquote>I wonder who was bored. My vote's on Richard.<br /><br />(And this is important research for my term paper in Subjects of Revolt. Not just random Wikipedia gleanings from the lunch hour. At least, not yet . . .)Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8935690.post-70728778851844230032011-05-17T10:57:00.000-07:002011-05-17T11:01:29.645-07:00Hebrews 3 and the needle of the compassJust caught up on the sermon I missed at Sovereign Grace on Sunday.<br /><br />It was timely, because I've noticed my compass needle spinning around lately, and I spent Saturday night and Sunday morning kicking myself for being a failure.<br /><br />I'd forgotten that the answer was so simple:<br /><br /><a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://sovgraceoc.org/resources/sermons/?sermon_id=101">Consider Jesus</a>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8935690.post-42919621389709696212011-05-16T15:19:00.000-07:002011-05-16T15:20:35.946-07:00detoxSchool is getting me down. I think I need to read this . . . and soon . . .<br /><br /><a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://www.amazon.com/exec/obidos/ASIN/1596980591/">The Politically Incorrect Guide to Western Civilization</a>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8935690.post-10263563974754899262011-05-16T10:42:00.000-07:002011-05-16T10:43:21.899-07:00This is pretty funny.<a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://twentytwowords.com/2011/05/16/a-mans-burden-apologizing-for-being-offended/">A man's burden: Apologizing for being offended</a>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0