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reileenTHINGS I LEARNED IN ART233 TODAY
ART233 is an interesting class, and the professor is knowledgeable and friendly, drawing amusing modern analogies to things she's talking about from history (see the first starred point at the bottom). And it has given me the interesting definition of art as "valued visual culture."
The problem is that, after waking up early to attend my 8:30am Science of Archaeology class, I'm freakin' dead after that. I was planning to have that chunk of time (3.5 hours on Tuesdays, about 5 hours on Thursdays) as a "Well, I'm already downtown, so let's good off around the city while I can!" sort of thing, but I totally underestimated how tired and lethargic I would be. I think I just need to get used to being up that early and actually being active, but it's still really disconcerting.
***
When I wasn't busy obsessively refreshing webpages and falling unconscious at the computer lab, I was lyric-sketching. I got down two songs, one of which is tentatively titled "life: notes from your mistress", but that needs a hella lotta work before I can think of even showing the rough draft (and I'm seriously contemplating relegating it to the "failed experiments" bin). This one fares better; I only half-hate the lyrics. The sentiment behind it is similar to Evanescence's lyric "I want to stay in love with my sorrow" from their song "Lithium", in that the narrator of this song (whoever s/he may be) is unwilling, for whatever reason, to give up that which isolates them from life, love, happiness. (Actually, now that I think about it, the narrator of this song could very well be Aya Asia from the Nougami Neuro series. Fancy that.) I have a vague inkling for how the music might go, but I'm still not sure if I want to go through with turning this into a performable song.
-Reileen
behind the door, should I open it for you?
*Apparently a common food offering to the dead in ancient Egypt was bread and beer.
- If you microwave a donut, you'll end up with just an empty, dried out husk of a pastry.
- If you microwave a bar of soap, you can get it to expand and become all foamy and shit.
- Sex on the beach (referring to the actual act, not the drink) is not as romantic as movies etc. make it seem.
- The professor will be displeased if you go out and rob a grave in the name of scholastics. She will be very pleased, however, if you decide to have a beer and pretzel in the name of scholastics* (only applies to those over 21).
- Oh, yeah, and some guy named Sneferu had an obsession with pyramids and stuff.
ART233 is an interesting class, and the professor is knowledgeable and friendly, drawing amusing modern analogies to things she's talking about from history (see the first starred point at the bottom). And it has given me the interesting definition of art as "valued visual culture."
The problem is that, after waking up early to attend my 8:30am Science of Archaeology class, I'm freakin' dead after that. I was planning to have that chunk of time (3.5 hours on Tuesdays, about 5 hours on Thursdays) as a "Well, I'm already downtown, so let's good off around the city while I can!" sort of thing, but I totally underestimated how tired and lethargic I would be. I think I just need to get used to being up that early and actually being active, but it's still really disconcerting.
***
When I wasn't busy obsessively refreshing webpages and falling unconscious at the computer lab, I was lyric-sketching. I got down two songs, one of which is tentatively titled "life: notes from your mistress", but that needs a hella lotta work before I can think of even showing the rough draft (and I'm seriously contemplating relegating it to the "failed experiments" bin). This one fares better; I only half-hate the lyrics. The sentiment behind it is similar to Evanescence's lyric "I want to stay in love with my sorrow" from their song "Lithium", in that the narrator of this song (whoever s/he may be) is unwilling, for whatever reason, to give up that which isolates them from life, love, happiness. (Actually, now that I think about it, the narrator of this song could very well be Aya Asia from the Nougami Neuro series. Fancy that.) I have a vague inkling for how the music might go, but I'm still not sure if I want to go through with turning this into a performable song.
Cold
it's so coldly warm in here
don't want to migrate to tropic minds
where the sun will burn me
turn me aside
love, please don't cry
there's no need to melt my frozen heart
with the white-hot of your sorrow
I'm all right, I swear
bathed in the ice of my despair
embraced in a blizzard of
that which speaks to deepest blood
all that glitters is only cold
pleas in the air freeze before they die
you tried to save me from the winter storm
but found that I've only ever loved
the eternal snow
I'm all right, I swear
bathed in the ice of my despair
embraced in a blizzard of
that which speaks to deepest blood
all that glitters is only cold
nothing you can do will set me free
from this prison of eons old
come closer and you will see
all that glitters is only cold
nothing you can do will set me free
from this prison of eons old
come closer and you will see
all that glitters is only cold
-Reileen
behind the door, should I open it for you?
*Apparently a common food offering to the dead in ancient Egypt was bread and beer.
ART233
Date: 2008-09-19 10:14 pm (UTC)2) Cold: What deliciously depressing lyrics!
In Line 7, I'd prefer
"with the white heat of your sorrow" rather than
"with the white-hot of your sorrow".
But that's just my $0.02.
- Eridanus
Re: ART233
Date: 2008-09-20 03:27 pm (UTC)lol. XD
We were discussingthe tombs of ancient Egypt, so obviously we got on the subjet of sand, but I can't remember how it segued into "Sex on the beach = not as romantic as you'd like to think".
In Line 7, I'd prefer
"with the white heat of your sorrow" rather than
"with the white-hot of your sorrow".
...hey! Hey, hey, hey, that works! Thanks! ^_^ *goes to change it*