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mayhapI love watching my classmates in performing medieval literature. I don't mind performing myself, either, but other people come up with such fun things.
Tonight we all--well, the fifteen of us who didn't have rehearsal or some such--performed selections from Yvain and the Song of Roland to celebrate a sneak peek of the website on performing medieval narrative that my professor has been working on for some time. When it's up for real I shall post the address, even though it will probably have scary videos of me up on it by then.
You just have to hear the Ballad of Roland and Oliver that Greg came up with. It's bloody brilliant. Maybe I'll make a phone post and try to sing the chorus, but trust me, it just won't be the same. Hopefully we can get him to record it for us. :D
We had a great, enthusiastic audience who ate up all of our performances, which was fabulous.
I started doing a bit more research into my Little Women musings, starting with a rather interesting biography of Alcott published in 1977. I only read the first half so far, but the picture drawn of her early life and her relationship with her father--drawn from her extensive diaries and his extensive field notes on his study of his daughter--is truly horrific. To make a long story short, Anna (Meg) was a child after his own heart in every way who confirmed his hippie transcendentalist beliefs in the natural goodness of children, but then Louisa was the demon-spawned child of her mother who plagued his life. I'll do some more research and write up what I think of it all.
Yay for the Return of the King Oscars! Even if the award ceremony did try to suck my soul like a Dementor's kiss and/or a nazgul blade. It seems to me that Oscars are tokens of goodwill rather than of merit, but I like all the goodwill heaped on my fun geeky film.
Tonight we all--well, the fifteen of us who didn't have rehearsal or some such--performed selections from Yvain and the Song of Roland to celebrate a sneak peek of the website on performing medieval narrative that my professor has been working on for some time. When it's up for real I shall post the address, even though it will probably have scary videos of me up on it by then.
You just have to hear the Ballad of Roland and Oliver that Greg came up with. It's bloody brilliant. Maybe I'll make a phone post and try to sing the chorus, but trust me, it just won't be the same. Hopefully we can get him to record it for us. :D
We had a great, enthusiastic audience who ate up all of our performances, which was fabulous.
I started doing a bit more research into my Little Women musings, starting with a rather interesting biography of Alcott published in 1977. I only read the first half so far, but the picture drawn of her early life and her relationship with her father--drawn from her extensive diaries and his extensive field notes on his study of his daughter--is truly horrific. To make a long story short, Anna (Meg) was a child after his own heart in every way who confirmed his hippie transcendentalist beliefs in the natural goodness of children, but then Louisa was the demon-spawned child of her mother who plagued his life. I'll do some more research and write up what I think of it all.
Yay for the Return of the King Oscars! Even if the award ceremony did try to suck my soul like a Dementor's kiss and/or a nazgul blade. It seems to me that Oscars are tokens of goodwill rather than of merit, but I like all the goodwill heaped on my fun geeky film.
