Tuesday, March 29, 2005
 

Addendum to Yesterday's Post

When mentioning my mother's questionable taste in music (actually, apart from a few lapses, she does okay), I neglected to mention two TV commercial horrors that have entered her daily singing repetoire. The first is the St. Joseph's commercial with the "pump you blood" song. If that comes on, you're pretty much guarenteed to get a "pump-pump-a-pump-pump-a-pump-a-pumps your blood" [number of "pumps" may be incorrect, but I'm not going to sing it to correct it and suffer having the thing stuck in my head all day]. That needs to go.

The other is the set of HP commercials with "Picture Book" (lyrics here. We get serenaded with that one, commercial being present or not. I like the Kinks, but I could do without this ditty. Maybe she'll take up "Tired of Waiting for You" instead.

Alice is sitting in an open window (with screen, of course) hyperventilating and the outdoor smells and sounds. Poor city-raised girl. She always reminds me of Coleridge's poem "Frost at Midnight" (especially the "For I was reared /
In the great city, pent 'mid cloisters dim" part). And the fact that Coleridge comes first to mind probably means I need to get out more. But hey, it's a good poem. And if you're stuck in a romantic lit class (I've had the unfortunate experience of taking two), it sure beats reading "Manfred". I read it first when I was a sophomore in college, and I'm scarred for life.

Alastor" is pretty tedious, too.

The only memory I really retain from my godawful graduate school seminar in Romanticism was the (usually drunken) prof banging the table and yelling "I CAN'T SCREW MY WIFE! I CAN'T SCREW MY WIFE!" Somehow, that was supposed to relate to Blake, but I'm not sure how. A poll of the class revealed that no one else had a clue, either. Of course, the theme of that class was "What's going on? What's he talking about? Does anyone know which poem he's talking about? Which author?" These questions were generally left unanswered. Reading back over my notes for that particular seminar is an interesting and completely uninformative exercise.

Better get ready for work.

Elvisette philosophized at 1:35 PM