for a monday night

I had the most beautiful dream about honey bees.

201 Midterm II

"On his breastplate is all sorts of propaganda!"
"the re-retrieval of the Roman article" (the return of the Roman standard)
"decerative"
"contropossesses" (contrapposto)
"speach"
"Cupid, son of Venice" (who doesn't know how to spell Venus?)
"a hugh gold statue" (huge)
"This becoming very influential is sculptor."
"Bob and Georgeinos" (architects of the Parthenon. ha.)
":) oops ~ shoulda studied it more"
"porticoves"
 "The Greeks may has built this..."
"...trinkits such as the Minora."
"Shows the Romans capturing a Jewish god i.e. menorah." (SO EMBARRASSING! Jewish history is our history, dude. Learn it.)

and this little gem. too bad this student didn't study.

Productivity

This is me on a daily basis.

Voltron dans les Coquelicots

ahahahahahahahahahhahahahahahahahahahaha

a real friday night

Todd and I went to sushi in SLC last night with my lovely B Dahlin and her date, Ryan Beck. It was absolutely delicious and they were great company. Afterwards, we went to see Verdi's Il Trovatore at the Capitol Theater all dressed up, held hands and had a loverly time. I feel like city lights are magical and I am so excited to move somewhere for our next adventure together.

Logic and reason

Todd after breakfast: ...but I don't want to go to school.
Me: Todd, it's only for one hour.
Todd: Yeah, but you have two boobs.

Death and Faccia-book

So I am contemplating our generation's death and facebook's (as well as other virtual media's) strange role after someone has passed away. How strange it must be for people to have a loved one, a friend, or an acquaintance die. They aren't alive. Their facebook is still visible. Their facebook shows (thanks to instagram and digital imaging) thousands of images of them - they are not that image, but tiny pixels of color on a virtual web of information that make your brain feel like it is looking at that person. And even if it were that person, they are dead. You cannot talk to them, smell them, see them, feel them...but you can still look at their facebook like it was any other day. You can track some of the last moments of their life (i.e. where they "checked in," what they ate if put in their status, who they were with, etc). A boy I went to middle school with died a while ago and so many of his "friends" commented on his wall about how much he would be missed. I suppose I fail to embrace facebook as a viable means of true communication and I definitely don't feel it an appropriate place to say your goodbyes.

Facebook and the internet have changed our society - the way we think, what we do, how we show ourselves to the world, and absolutely how we spend our time. Let's go back to the golden age of the 1990s where internet was slow and only our dad's offices had computers I can't help thinking of Midnight in Paris and my European Primitivism seminar..."let's go back to a simpler age where we weren't so corrupt, yada yada."
I just want someone to delete my facebook when I die. My children or husband should save all of the pictures and then delete it. Sidenote: I was planning on deleting facebook when I got married, when I had kids, when I graduated from college (since it began as a college forum). Facebook has changed Facebook itself. It feels so strange to see the facebook of someone who has died. This is a completely new problem that I didn't even know I had.

It's sunny, Todd's awesome, I love some people

so everything is fine. Thank you Stevie and Uchtdorf.

Some gems from grading.

I am sure that I did not teach some of these things to my students.


"Bizintin (he means Byzantine) as visible by the over stylization of the sheeps coats which are layeral."
"A bird like man sporting a large penis."
"anonomis"
"perpeses" (perpeses is like porpoises and is almost as good as that kid who wrote bowels instead of bowls)  
"We can approximately date because the build-up builds up at a specific rate." (who is teaching these kids, seriously?)
"Signature to the Atruskans the temple shown has one set of stairs that leads to the padio."
"kroisos sculplor" (kouros sculpture, i'm sure)
"formittable" (trés formidable!)
"...showing the vains....to creat a likness of aperson."

Teenage Metro British Pop

I have heard of One Direction before, I'm sure, but I didn't know what they sang or what they looked like until today. I have one question: Who dresses these little boys? (because shoot)  

Party on, Garth.

The workload of graduate school (along with teaching and being a TA) has made me a sedentary homebody. I have been indoors, mainly in my bedroom at my desk, for the past two days straight. Yesterday I went to my office on campus for some hours, but luckily graduate parking lots require less walking than others so do not fear, I did not over exert my weak-a$$ body and I did not socialize more than was necessary. My thighs and arms have never been so loosey goosey, and my skin never so pale.

My Weekend via tumblr.

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