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Well, sorta. 35°, 70% chance of snow, I love this area. *frowns*

Yesterday's highlight was a trip to McKeldin, to pick up books for two anthro papers. So, not only do I have ten books about Greek tragedy for theatre history, I also have nine books about Margaret Mead and three on the Basque. The former are for a 900-1200 word "overview of [her] fieldwork and theoretical contributions to the field of anthropology." The latter are for an assignment that I haven't actually decided how to attack; we have two options, either to write an ethnographic profile for a subculture not in our textbook, or to do the same for a "modern subculture that you have access to". My thought was either the Basque for the former option, or theatre majors for the latter. I'm leaning toward the latter, since it would be more fun, but it might be more difficult, and I don't have much time. Any thoughts?

Finished summarising Oedipus Tyrannos (yay, Greek!) last night, after deciding that the stasimon could be compared to non-book music in a play and ignoring them; can defend that assertion to the death, and will probably do so in my response to the play, since I doubt Simon will want to hear a page of ranting about how the play could be half the length if they stopped repeating themselves. Read theBrome Play of Abraham and Isaac, a 15 cent. mystery play, so called because the manuscript was found at Brome Manor ("mystery" is a bastardisation of the word "maestri", which referred to craft guilds, the groups that sponsored such plays). Imagine the 19 verse story of Abraham almost sacrificing Isaac turned into an hour-long Middle English monstrosity. Then, add the fact that the editors of the book I'm using decided to be cute and change most of the text into Modern English, but leave certain words in their original form ("ywis", which I learned means "certainly"; "fain"; "bairn"; "eyne"; and much "thee"-ing), and not provide anything in the way of a glossary for the more obscure words. So, Dad got me his copy of the Oxford English Dictionary (the one that requires the magnifying glass). Not cute, editors, not cute.

Managed to walk a bit last night on the bum foot with help from one crutch. Hurt like hell, but made me feel much less useless, esp. when I put my own dishes in the sink after breakfast this morning.

And now, some politically-minded links and cartoons:

First, a photo and text essay written by someone helping gut houses in New Orleans. Picture-heavy, for those dailing up, and not for the faint of heart. It's terrible, and it's possible this'll all happen again if we get another bad hurricane season. America is supposed to be a super-power; why do our citizens have to live like this?


The rest can be found here.

Now, back to notes on Greek and Medieval European theatrical styles. Yum.


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