We're just back from Lindo Michocan'tpronounce it - where we each had cactus for the first time - and now Mike is settling into W. of Warcraft and watching a band I never heard of (but already like) on YouTube. Me, I'm feeling pleased at having done one arts/crafts project with my Saturday-we-can-pretend-is-Friday (photos later), and now I'm cruising through MetaFilter.
(Hence the title of this post. Almost everything below will be via MF.)
I knew I had to run over here as soon as I was halfway through the Shakespeare Sonnet Shake-Up. (I'm still just halfway through, actually.) I'd have made some different choices in the first stanza if I'd realized how neat this was going to be, but check out my first mix-n-match of several different sonnets into one new sonnet:
My saucy bark (inferior far to his) Sonnet 80, Line 7
They look into the beauty of thy mind Sonnet 69, Line 9
My name be buried where my body is Sonnet 72, Line 11
O what excuse will my poor beast then find Sonnet 51, Line 5
Too base of thee to be remembered Sonnet 74, Line 12
Not that the summer is less pleasant now Sonnet 102, Line 9
But then begins a journey in my head Sonnet 27, Line 3
When beauty lived and died as flowers do now Sonnet 68, Line 2
Weary with toil, I haste me to my bed Sonnet 27, Line 1
But if the while I think on thee (dear friend) Sonnet 30, Line 13
O me! what eyes hath love put in my head Sonnet 148, Line 1
But beauty's waste hath in the world an end Sonnet 9, Line 11
The lily I condemned for thy hand Sonnet 99, Line 6
The roses fearfully on thorns did stand Sonnet 99, Line 8
It's a bit off on the rhyme scheme, but my mind is already booking lab time for the students to try this next year. (My mind seems to think I'll be teaching at some sort of prep academy where rats' asses are placed on the teacher's desk instead of apples. And no, I didn't interview for the closer job. It wasn't just getting all of those Honours classes; we're doing something new at my current school that I hope will help our students be just that - students. Also, my nerves are shot for interviewing for reasons I'll probably talk about later, but let's pretend that this decision is strictly about being a badass cowgirl who keeps hanging on the bull.)
Moving on, is Science Daily reliable? It's put me in the mood to run over to Albertson's tonight and see if I can smell the lilacs. (Then again, as if grocery store flowers have any smell...)
I decided not to write anything about all of the right feet that keep washing up in British Columbia (four so far), but - just as Canadian - what's up with the mysterious forest rings? Are they Canada's own "skybox viewing only" Nazca lines? And raise your hand if you thought the Nazca lines ended up being seriously underused in the new Indy movie? (My sound bite on this is that too much new, out of the blue lore was made up when there are already so many known mysteries in want of good twist. You're still punishing us for not loving Jar Jar, aren't you, George Lucas?)
There's always more MeFi to pilfer, but I'm zzzzzzonking. Perhaps to dream of lilacs growing in fairy rings of negative ions (or whatever the article said) while I sit in the middle and rhyme pieces of sonnets. Also, Mike is eating some Aussie chocolate called "Clinkers," and it really should be called "CLUNKERS" - all in caps - underlined in red - circled with an exclamation point - because this has got to be the noisiest chocolate ever made. I asked if he could try gumming it, which was a mistake, because now I have the far worse experience of someone sitting next to me and trying to eat noisy chocolate very very slowly and carefully. breathebreathebreathe CLUNK clinkclink breathebreathebreathe CLUNK clink clinkclink.
I am now focusing all my unhappiness on this bag of Clinkers, and when I say "all," I am including that time that red-headed kid in 1st grade said I was shuffling my feet (as if it was a bad thing and not foreshadowing of the shock therapy that surely lies in my future). I am also including the frown I make when actual chocolate chips are not in my double chocolaty (formerly just "chocolate") chip Frap, which seems to be always these days. I'm also including how I felt when I discovered that unicorns are NOT mentioned in the Bible, and therefore Shel Silverstein and the Irish Rovers are non-canonical as far as Christian theology goes. Oh GRRR!
JAISHREE KRISHNA GOOD MORNING
Posted by: darshan dave | 29 May 2008 at 08:18 PM