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I Told You I Was Trouble

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So I’m three acts deep in the Tempest, and I am digging it. I am digging it, digging it. For the first time in a long time, I’m not feeling like some voyeuristic pervert giggling in class every time a pun is used. Apparently, the Tempest is really dirty. Well, I was, at least until  Mike reassured me that it wasn’t just me.

I really thought I was losing my mind. That this influx of hormones, of interest, of, yes, I’ll admit it, of The Filthy Shakespeare which I just purchased was at fault.

I’m rather relieved that it was the bard himself.

Having decided to do the legal music thing (and listening to a bit of her on YouTube), I also ordered Amy Winehouse’s Back to Black. I had been off-put by her rep, I suppose, not having heard her until very recently.

Oh. My. God.

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Sunday Something

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I was going to write about spirituality today. I was going to write about my “Keys to the Kingdom” class and the impact its commitment has had on me. I was write as smoothly as I’d ever written, connecting my kitty commitment to self-commitment to spiritual commitment to whatever-commitment.

But I can’t. I’m too excited. In fact, right now, I’m too excited to do much of anything, including sleep.

That’ll probably bite me in the butt later. But for now it’s fine, just fine. In fact, it’s better than fine.

As I was stumbling and fumbling around after a one hour nap between work and church, unbeknownst to me, my Gmail account was being assaulted by an insistence to give me money.

For writing, at that. Today, I officially became a paid writer.

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Oh Cymbaline

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It’s a little too soon to say. Er. Okay, so it’s so-very-too-soon to say, considering I haven’t read any of the play yet.

But I sniff potential. Cymbaline might be my all-time favorite Shakespeare play yet, judging by the article “Misperception in Cymabline” by Cynthia Lewis.

The article ends thusly:

No play appears sloppier at first, and yet few transform before our eyes into such an elegant example of elegant design. Cymbeline, by blinding us at every turn, fools us into seeing anew.

Funny, but before the beginning of this semester, I hadn’t even heard of it.

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Sitting, Waiting, Wishing

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It’s unofficially official: I’m graduating in May. I’ve officially applied for graduation, and my degree progress has been officially approved by my adviser. Now it’s on its way to the heads and chairs and all those important people that I’ll never see.

This semester is tough. Next semester will be tougher; of that I have no doubt. But while I’m both dreading it and looking forward to it, it sort of hit me that I am constantly amazed by what I am able to pull off in terms of literary miracles. Now, I say “I” in a tongue-in-cheek sort of way. I know that, while my fingers are the ones that dance over the keyboard (particularly the backspace key), I am quite certain that I really can’t take all the credit for these so-called literary miracles.

Because, really, there have been a lot of them.

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