The hour badly spent

ivory tower, fucking thursdays, asteism, this blog is not dead, shut up college, wendy matlock, british survey, lesson planAugust 29, 2008 9:25 pm

When discussing how we can get a feel for ancient Celtic culture, one student at the front of the Thursday morning’s British Survey I class remarked that "in those days they had a magical world view."

Professor Matlock tactfully compared that believing in some dude up on his cross or whatever, just to show that people really haven’t changed so much since then.

She showed us a slide of a Lindisfarne Gospel. It was covered with red velvet, and gems were attached all along the border. It was magnificent. The process of making it; preparing the paper and the material that covered it, obtaining the red dye from a special beetle in another country, meticulously copying the Word of God onto parchment (by daylight only); "this is a life’s work," she said.

"How does this function as a tool of conversion," she posed. If you’re some Anglo warrior, and you can’t read or write, and you see this book, what do you think of this religion?"

After a brief silence, another front-row student chimed in. "That religion’s awesome."

"That’s a little facile," Matlock swiped, "but yeah, you’d probably think that."

It looks like half of the discussion will be the trading of light barbs at each other, like I imagine WASP-ey college professors do whenever they get together. It sounds fun, but it’s definitely much easier when everyone’s drunk. At 9:30 in the morning, that should be doable as long as I make sure to wake up extra early for, uh, breakfast.

hell is other people, cherry bomb, last night's party, what's the what, college is the new high school, asteism, underminer, of course i'm bitterMarch 9, 2008 2:44 pm

Underminer: a friend who, during ordinary conversations, casually backhands you with condescension.

I.
Cherry and I were walking together, talking about Fake Patty’s Day, in which the bars open early and have specials to accomodate students who won’t be in town on St. Patty’s day, because that falls during spring break.

“I don’t know if I can make it at 9 in the morning.”

“Oh come on.“

What I meant by “come on” is “ start early and make the most of the day.” But she thought I was asking her to come with me.

“Are you begging?”

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Well, what I said was, “Actually, I assumed you had your own crowd to run with, so no, I was not asking for your company.”

What I meant was yeah, because what I’d really like to do for a pubcrawl is kill my buzz babysitting a snotty emobot.

II.
At night, after the Spring Swing Dance, before Jimbo’s party. Cate, Arianna, and I are hanging out at Cherry’s house; I was making mindless banter, like I always do, which inspired her to wistfully reminisce over my best qualities.

“I LOVE the way you say something stupid and then laugh at your own dumb joke.”

“Actually Cherry, I was laughing because I knew you were going to point out how dumb it was, because hello, all my jokes are dumb.”

Okay, I get it: you’re just not that into me. I laughed harder.

III.
Jimbo’s party: She introduced me to the girl with the fantastically WASPy voice from Man-in-the-Moon Marigolds. I did not recognize her at first.

“You’ve seen her before. This is Mackenzie, you jerk!”

But later, behind her back, doing her best impression: “Oh hi, I’m Mackenzie! Look how amazing I am! Ha ha ha!” As it happens, after talking with Mackenzie, I found out she really did skew towards amazing, and this uncharacteristic cattiness confirmed it.

IV.
And of course, there was this Underminerey stroke of genius.