September 22nd, 2005


Crazy theories (and also lack of studiousness).

As opposed to actually taking notes in Environmental History:

We have just spent the last ten minutes discussing the religious justification for 18th-century American slavery and medicine (yes, I swear there's a direct connection there), using, amongst other things, the biblical story of the thirteen tribes of Man and monogenesis vs. polygenesis.

I will never, ever be able to hear any reference to the thirteen tribes of Man without thinking of Battlestar Galactica, the Twelve Colonies, how Earth is the Thirteenth, and how Christians have actually got it backwards.

Although to be completely fair the idea that the Bible came From Space makes me feel a little more charitable towards two thousand years of Christianity.

Yes. This is what I think about while I'm in class. You're all shocked, I'm sure.

My last really long chunk of "notes" from my mystery lit class rambled extensively about how we were talking about Watson and Holmes as one of English fiction's earliest slash couples (there's a note in the margin about how amazed and in awe I am that "slash" as a term has made it into the vernacular but "fic" I have to explain every single bloody time) and how the class was forming factions on whether Holmes was socially inept, pathos, and turning to cocaine because his only purpose in life depended entirely on other people and circumstance, or lacking only the proper stimulus to "go totally Hannibal Lector," I think I wrote.

Ah, academia. *bliss*

It is very cold. I'm actually glad of this, because it means it's really Fall, and no longer overly likely to suddenly jump up to twenty-something degrees with no warning after lulling me into wearing long sleeves. Bloody psychotic climate.

Collapse ) head hurts.

...this show is crack. it next Wednesday yet? O.O