Schoolwork Break!
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annundrielI'm finding Capellanus's The Art of Courtly Love hilarious.
From Book I, Chapter V, "What Persons are Fit for Love" -
"You should know that everyone of sound mind who is capable of doing the work of Venus may be wounded by one of Love's arrows unless prevented by age, or blindness, or excess of passion."
Later it says, "Blindness is a bar to love, because a blind man cannot see anything upon which his mind can reflect immoderately. But I admit that this is true only of the acquiring of love, for I do not deny that a love which a man acquires before his blindness may last after he becomes blind."
I'm having entirely too much fun reading this. And the thing is, even though it's all ridiculous, a lot of it's pretty true. I think the hilarity comes from the fact that these "rules" are laid out on the page, right there, and they're stated so matter of factly that you can't help but laugh at them. And then there's the fact that, seriously, everything is hilarious when I'm tired.
Oh, like today the girl I sit next to in Irish Lit was telling me about how her friend's boyfriend just got deported. Which we both found inappropriately funny. And then she told me he was deported to Canada and that just made it better for some reason. I think we were both a little stressed over the midterm that was minutes away.
Midterm went well enough. Don't want to think about it anymore.
I've been doing a lot of writing lately. I have a Word document entitled "Drabbles & Things" which is a catchall for very short stories and drabbles and the occasional random idea or line and I just realized that it's thirty pages long. Thirty pages of random stuff. I was skimming through it earlier and found some things that made me pause and go, "Wait a minute, I don't remember writing that..." And then it all clicks and I wonder why I stopped.
Like this one, where Rodney and John are captured by restless natives...
Rodney leaned his head against the bars of the cage—the cage currently suspended above a small ravine—and sighed. “How do we get into situations like this anyway?”
Next to him Sheppard stirred. It set the cage swinging slightly and Rodney fought with his inner ear over the destination of his stomach contents. “Oh,” he said, “in the usual way. We came through the ‘gate, the natives offered us what they had, you insulted their breeding, their intelligence, and their personal hygiene, and then they strung us up. And that was just this time.”
Rodney turned his head in time to see Sheppard shrug. He was trying to lie on the floor of their cage and it looked pretty ridiculous. Unfortunately for Rodney, Sheppard’s version of ridiculous was still ridiculously hot. He tried to put that thought from his head and glared at Sheppard’s prone form. “It was a rhetorical question, Colonel. Besides, it’s not my fault 5/6ths of the people we meet are completely inferior.”
One of Sheppard’s eyes cracked open. “Only 5/6ths? I thought they were all completely inferior.”
“Yes, well, there have been one or two that have shown at least some advancement in the personal hygiene department.” He sighed and looked down at the ground below them. Way was it that the ones with really bad B.O. were also the ones with excellent pulley systems?
Sheppard snorted. “You’re the picture of generosity, McKay. At least this time they’re not going to try and eat us. They’re just holding us for awhile.” He reached out blindly, patting Rodney on the leg in what Rodney assumed John thought was a reassuring way.
Rodney flinched slightly at the contact, but otherwise didn’t react. He wasn’t immune to Sheppard’s rare touches, but he was pretty good at burying his reactions among other things to avoid anyone noticing.
I'm not sure where I was going with that. Well, specifically. I can imagine where I was going with it generally.
Vaguely inspired by Pirates of the Caribbean: Dead Man's Chest. By which I mean I go the idea while watching the movie. I remember digging through my bag for pen and sticky note and scribbling it quickly in the dark. This is exactly why I have sticky notes in every bag I own.
Okay, back to courtly love.
And it's funny that I just typed that about blindness and love and right now Music From Another Room is on TV and the blind character is currently in the process of falling in love.
From Book I, Chapter V, "What Persons are Fit for Love" -
"You should know that everyone of sound mind who is capable of doing the work of Venus may be wounded by one of Love's arrows unless prevented by age, or blindness, or excess of passion."
Later it says, "Blindness is a bar to love, because a blind man cannot see anything upon which his mind can reflect immoderately. But I admit that this is true only of the acquiring of love, for I do not deny that a love which a man acquires before his blindness may last after he becomes blind."
I'm having entirely too much fun reading this. And the thing is, even though it's all ridiculous, a lot of it's pretty true. I think the hilarity comes from the fact that these "rules" are laid out on the page, right there, and they're stated so matter of factly that you can't help but laugh at them. And then there's the fact that, seriously, everything is hilarious when I'm tired.
Oh, like today the girl I sit next to in Irish Lit was telling me about how her friend's boyfriend just got deported. Which we both found inappropriately funny. And then she told me he was deported to Canada and that just made it better for some reason. I think we were both a little stressed over the midterm that was minutes away.
Midterm went well enough. Don't want to think about it anymore.
I've been doing a lot of writing lately. I have a Word document entitled "Drabbles & Things" which is a catchall for very short stories and drabbles and the occasional random idea or line and I just realized that it's thirty pages long. Thirty pages of random stuff. I was skimming through it earlier and found some things that made me pause and go, "Wait a minute, I don't remember writing that..." And then it all clicks and I wonder why I stopped.
Like this one, where Rodney and John are captured by restless natives...
Rodney leaned his head against the bars of the cage—the cage currently suspended above a small ravine—and sighed. “How do we get into situations like this anyway?”
Next to him Sheppard stirred. It set the cage swinging slightly and Rodney fought with his inner ear over the destination of his stomach contents. “Oh,” he said, “in the usual way. We came through the ‘gate, the natives offered us what they had, you insulted their breeding, their intelligence, and their personal hygiene, and then they strung us up. And that was just this time.”
Rodney turned his head in time to see Sheppard shrug. He was trying to lie on the floor of their cage and it looked pretty ridiculous. Unfortunately for Rodney, Sheppard’s version of ridiculous was still ridiculously hot. He tried to put that thought from his head and glared at Sheppard’s prone form. “It was a rhetorical question, Colonel. Besides, it’s not my fault 5/6ths of the people we meet are completely inferior.”
One of Sheppard’s eyes cracked open. “Only 5/6ths? I thought they were all completely inferior.”
“Yes, well, there have been one or two that have shown at least some advancement in the personal hygiene department.” He sighed and looked down at the ground below them. Way was it that the ones with really bad B.O. were also the ones with excellent pulley systems?
Sheppard snorted. “You’re the picture of generosity, McKay. At least this time they’re not going to try and eat us. They’re just holding us for awhile.” He reached out blindly, patting Rodney on the leg in what Rodney assumed John thought was a reassuring way.
Rodney flinched slightly at the contact, but otherwise didn’t react. He wasn’t immune to Sheppard’s rare touches, but he was pretty good at burying his reactions among other things to avoid anyone noticing.
I'm not sure where I was going with that. Well, specifically. I can imagine where I was going with it generally.
Vaguely inspired by Pirates of the Caribbean: Dead Man's Chest. By which I mean I go the idea while watching the movie. I remember digging through my bag for pen and sticky note and scribbling it quickly in the dark. This is exactly why I have sticky notes in every bag I own.
Okay, back to courtly love.
And it's funny that I just typed that about blindness and love and right now Music From Another Room is on TV and the blind character is currently in the process of falling in love.
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Date: 2007-02-15 03:57 am (UTC)By the way are you going to be around this weekend?
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Date: 2007-02-15 09:59 pm (UTC)Nope, not going to be around. I've been asked to dog/house sit this weekend.
Hope you're not to swamped with school!