This is a rather odd post but I just wanted to share.
So a friend saw my Ned puppet and remarked that I have "deprived him of his manhood" to which I replied "I meant to only make a cute little puppet"

She kept insisting that I was cruel to Ned, saying that his "manhood" was what made him Rochester (and got him into messes in the first place).

I thought about whether what I did (unconsciously no doubt) was in essence what Bertha, Jane, and Charlotte do to Rochester. He ends up being incapacitated by the end of the novel.

More puppet pics:



Adele




Blanche

Let me just say: It is lovely when a Prof listens, encourages and advices you. Just that little sliver of recognition from them can do wonders.

Long live good teachers! :)

Are people ultimately seflish? Is every thing done for pleasure (even when in pain)?
Is nothing ever unconditional?

Puppet Pictures!!!
I do apologize for the poor quality of the pictures. Will try and get better pics soon.

Jane


Ned

Realizing that:
a) There is an Austen finger puppet available online but nothing on the Brontes
b) Devoid of Bronte fans in my immediate circle, there was no point in deluding
myself with the possibility of being gifted such things in the near future.
c) I was tired of dueling with Sir John Milton

I made my very own Jane and Ned finger puppets today! And I must say that it sooooo much fun when you make them from scratch! Your very own to have and to hold :)


(will post pics soon)

A friend told me this: "Missing someone does not make me happy" and that got me thinking.

How about if missing someone makes someone happy because they realize that there must have been something "real" to even miss the other person in the first place.

How about if missing someone makes someone happy because they know that they have "felt" something, an exquisite feeling of being alive?

How about if missing someone makes someone happy because they have the good times to look forward to?

Basically, what about the intangible? I mean that it is possible to find comfort in something that seems non-existant to other people.

If you miss someone, is it preferable to be sad? or would you rather be happy? Which emotion professes the existance of an attachment?

Ok...is it just me or WHY am I having such a HARD time trying to understand Romantic Poetry?

We are reading the Wordsworths' work now, and yet I just can't seem to find them sensual enough the way people say they are supposed to be *confused scowl*
Now give me Milton any day and not only will my brains be put in a torture chamber, but I can at least find his works as sensual as he deemed them to be.


BUT NOT WORDSWORTH's! I don't know if this is a failing in me. I don't know if I should read more of his poems in order to appreciate his varied tastes. I even read the Lucy poems and I still don't find them captivating. Maybe I should wait till I read Blake and Byron and the rest to understand Wordsworth. Still..I just can't see what all the fuss is about him.

Any Wordsworth fan can care to help elucidate me on the merits of this (*ahem*) genius?!

Better late than never...
(special credits to Frankengirl for her insistence ;-))

My first Meme

Instructions: Remove the blog in the top spot from the following list and bump everyone up one place. Then add your blog to the bottom slot, like so.

1) Kiss My Mike
2) Ultimate Writer
3) Golgotha_Tramp
4) FrankenGirl
5) MysticGyspy


Next select five people to tag:
1) Frankengirl
2) ActonBell (aka Happy Trails)
3) Holly (aka Self Portrait as)
4) Bored Dominatrix
5) Panacea

What were you doing 10 years ago?

Studying.

What were you doing 1 year ago?

Living.

Five snacks you enjoy:

1) Ice cream
2) Cheesecake
3) Granola
4) Coffee
5) Fruit

Five songs to which you know all the lyrics:

1) You gotta be(Desiree)
2) Think of Me (Phantom of the Opera)
3) Sand in my shoes (Dido)
4) Falling into you (Celine Dion)
5) Secret Garden (Bruce Springsteen)

Five things you would do if you were a millionaire:

1) Investigate what this is all about...surely there must be some mistake..
2) Pay off my debts.
3) Invest in something..definitly a house, or property of my own..
4) Help people I know (family or friends) who may be in need.
5) Donate to charities, organizations whose causes I support.

Five bad habits:

1) Procrastination :(
2) Bad sense of direction
3) Indecisive
4) Scatterbrained (at times)
5) overwhelmed easily

Five things you like doing:

1) Dreaming dreams
2) Reading
3) Art
4) Having good conversations
5) Sports


Five things you would never wear again:

1) white shirts
2) Round-framed glasses
3) Uncomfortable shoes
4) Strange gold earrings
5) Leggings

Five favorite toys
1) Novels
2) Diary
3) Good pens
4) Little notebooks
5) Some inspiration

O M G!!!!!!!!!!!!!

*FEBRUARY 16th 2006*

So I finally had a chance to look (yes, LOOK within inches from me) at Charlotte's tiny book!! (yes, the one she wrote when a child!!)
I was so stunned that I think I was off earth for those few minutes when my eyes drank in every detail. Sadly, I was not allowed to touch the "extremely fragile" manuscript..but I had it CLOSE to me..as in 3 inches away from me!!!

And after that, I TOUCHED, (yes, TOUCHED!) a page with M. Heger's writing on it! His very own writing! I swear my fingertips were scorched for hours..and I can still feel them burning..

I think this is enough to last me perhaps my whole life...I feel so lucky and so blessed to have had a chance to examine these documents. Apparently the Bronte Parsonage staff comes to look at them very often too ;)
hmm...if only a chance encounter could land me a job someday...


Ah, well, This was close to bliss as anything! :D :D :D

Just had to share :D
I FINALLY got hold of a copy of Anne Carson's "Glass, Irony and God"! Now all I have to do is scrimp and save morsels of time to sit and read it!

Contrary to the spirit of Valentine's day, this post is different.

Disclaimer:

If I love you, I mean that I love you no matter what.
If I like you, I mean that I like you no matter what.




Regardless of what day it is.



Having said that, I would like to add that I hate faking feelings. It is so unpleasant to be pretending feelings you simply don't feel inside your heart.

I fear I have become too *serious* of late...and that this might ward off people who might otherwise tolerate (or dare I say, even enjoy) my company.

Question:
How much did Charlotte Bronte like Helen Burns?

Question:
Does anyone know of a cure for bad dreams? What can one do to stop dwelling on them?Any help would be highly appreciated.

A Question that arose from a RoPo lecture:

What is the meaning of the phrase "refined emotion"? Can emotions ever be refined?