Rosencrantz and Guildenstern

I've been reading Tom Stoppard's Rosencrantz and Guildenstern are Dead and I find it to be a very humorous yet insightful play. The titular characters are the protagonists (obviously) in this play adapted from Shakespeare's Hamlet. Essentially, that's what this play is: Hamlet from the perspective of his two friends, Rosencrantz and Guildenstern. The following is a passage from the play, one I find particularly interesting:

"Guildenstern: ...you can't act death. The fact of it is nothing to do with seeing it happened--it's not gasps and blood and falling about--that isn't what makes it death. It's just a man failing to reappear, that's all--now you see him, now you don't, that's the only things that's real: here one minutes and gone the next and never coming back--an exit, unobtrusive and unannounced, a disappearance gathering weight as it goes on, until, finally, it is heavy with death. "

Death--whether this version of Hamlet be told by Shakespeare or Hamlet's two comrades--seems to be a prevalent theme throughout this play...however I think I like Stoppard's more light hearted and well-balanced version somewhat better. I would definitely recommend it.

My Kind of Humor

"Hey! Just wanted to say I loved the Book of Kells."

I love geeky humor.

Can you even read the Calvin and Hobbes one?

Anyway. It's been over a month now. Odd. It's not like anyone really missed me, but I usually blog more often. Though I should warn you I'm not going to be blogging for a while. May is a busy, busy month. I feel like all I do is sleep, sleep, study, study, or just repeat myself for rhetorical effect. Something like that. These fragments are getting worse.

Spring Break

This break will be nice. For many reasons, actually.

But really, it will be nice to take a break from many things, not just school.

That's all I have to say. I'm starting to think my blog is extremely useless/boring.

Facepalm.

I read the following sentence during World History today:

"Female children normally did not receive an education, and in times of scarcity when food was in short supply, daughters might even be put to death." (Dukier & Splievogel)

First thought: "They were eating their daughters?!?"

On second thought: "...Oh, they killed them so they had fewer mouths to feed. I get it. Meanies."

So...basically, for two seconds, I thought people in the Ming and Qing Dynasties were cannibals.

Gahhhh

I look at things things now and all I can think is: "Oh, look, a Doric column. Oh, look a pendentive dome. Oh, look, Roman influence! Oh, hey--that's some Neoclassicism! Oh, there's some Rococo. Oh, hold up, got some Baroque there. Oh, why do all of these thoughts begin with 'oh'?"

And then people-*coughNeha/Michellecough*-have to remind me that I have AP tests in less than two months?!

Thanks.

But seriously.

Also, I've been...slackerish lately.

Oh, gosh it's frustrating.

I'm too influenced by outside sources. I will not succomb!

Also, according to Eshwar, I'm Shakespeare. ??? OK.

Something I call an MLIA/FML moment....

So today in AP Lang, we were reading the passages in the "entering the conversation" in our book and summarizing them. I'm reading them, being productive and actually working on the assignment we're supposed to. Meanwhile other people are talking about some of the selections or just things that aren't related to AP Lang at all. I here something about a passage concerning 24 and Law&Order and start to think, "Have I read that yet? Guess not." Then finally, I come to the sixth and final conversation passage.

Thinking that there was only 5, I turn to Abby and say, "What!? There's six! Dang it! I thought there were only five"

She responds, "What? No, there's only five."

"...What page are you on?"

"760, what page are you on?"

"...880."

So, I had been reading the wrong series of passages for the last hour of class. It made a lot more sense, seeing as how I had been reading the passages in the Nature section of our book when I was supposed to be reading the Popular Culture section....no wonder all the passages I was reading about dealt with global warming instead of the media.

The Parthenon

For my brief mid-winter break, my sisters and I traveled back in time to see the Parthenon in its glory days, complete with Phidias' ornate 41 feet tall statue of Athena. Somehow it had been moved to Nashville, Tennessee....It was pretty fun.

I've also resolved to NEVER read the same book at the same time with my sister Leah. Ever.

What'd you do?