another young citizen of reformed blogdom

Sunday, February 29, 2004

Mississippi State University

happy leap-day everyone!

okay. please don't think less of me. I went to see "50 First Dates" just now, and (this is going to sound weird)... I cried!
seriously. i did. i mean, i deprecated the use of potty and penis humor, but ... the story made me cry. gosh, can you imagine the persistence? ... okay.
i'm not going to think about it anymore...i felt so silly, walking out like i had just seen the passion or something and instead just coming out of an Adam Sandler movie. But Jason said he loves me, (probably more, i think) anyways, so--i think i won't worry about it and i'll go to bed so i can get to sunday school at a reasonably decent time. we're having fifth sunday fellowship!

Saturday, February 28, 2004

Calls For Papers: CFP: The Hymn in English (3/8/04; MLA '04)

Doesn't this look interesting?

hypothetical question: would you rather be a roman catholic who loves Jesus or a 'reformed' legalist?

Would you rather be Anne Lamott or Steve Wilkins?
(I would put Blake Purcell, but that might be offensive)--and I'm definitely open to removing this question the first person that tells me to.

Do you like onions or garlic?

Would you rather never have sinned or to have sinned and been healed?

Have you ever realized the benefit is is to be firmly grounded in biblical stories when it comes to reading literature and catching allusions?

Who do you think will gloat the most in heaven?

would you rather be honest about your past or act like a normal person?

Would you rather be holy or humble?

Do you like ones or manies?
(that one's a trick question)

should i work on my paper or read blogs?

Friday, February 27, 2004

new rule, gibby: if you post a comment, you have to put your name. that's very wimpy not to say who you are. i'm the one who doesn't like confrontation, not you, so it shouldn't be a big deal to say who you are.

Compy 386!!

you know what...i watch this all the time.

Mississippi State University - Webmail System

that's not really want i mean- what i mean is does any body wanna read my essay about parents and Jane Eyre?
i'll send it to you if you'd like.

okay, so i finished one paper--now to work on another one.
sometimes i wonder why i'm even in college.

on the other hand, i wrote a found poem the other day:

weathered journey

Widow showers, the corner sacrament,
a response to satisfaction—
offering a lake retreat, complimentary don'ts.
publish life, confessing heathen bands
sway your conscience, grievously.
he held a nursery hill, a nature sanctuary.
Heidelburg rendered a mere fall; blood proclaims the sore.
risen rage plots Peru anniversaries;
a silent survey precludes a week in mock.
The heir imputes riches, but welcome comes,
offering you its sunset crisis city.
high cords rush to maintain the heart;
a prelude to Wednesday will engage this realm.
His inclined head imputes merit
and we slip west for home.

it's kind of obtuse and highschooly, but i still like it.
it was found in my church's bulletin. any body wanna guess what things were in there?

my back hurts.

i should really work on my next paper.

Tuesday, February 24, 2004

does this sound convincing? it's a page and a half for one of my papers that's due friday.

Jupitor Hammon’s poems seem to deal only with religion, but a closer examination of his work reveals that he too would like to be free. But religion and slavery are inextricably meshed. For some, religion was their only means to endure the horrors of slavery. Jupitor Hammon begins his poem “An Evening Thought: Salvation by Christ, with Penetential Cries,” with what seems an wholly religious thought: “Salvation comes by Christ alone, / The only Son of God; / Redemption now to every one / That love his holy Word” (1-4 how should all this be cited?). As the poem progresses, however, Hammon seems to subtly insert images and echoes of slavery and the desire for freedom into his poem. In the eighth stanza, he (or the narrator) says, “Dear Jesus, by the precious Blood, / The World Redemption have; / Salvation now comes from the Lord, / He being thy captive slave” (29-32). Though the “he” in this stanza refers to the Lord (presumably God-the-father) and his obligation to apply the crucifixion correctly to Christians (too obscure theology?…I mean, I guess it’s pretty clear from the stanza that jesus paid with his blood and got salvation from god presumably for his people and god is obligated to fulfill that), using words like “captive slave” is pretty strong. I mean, yeah, God is compelled by nature of his character to be just, but calling him a slave is taking a firm stand. I don’t know if other poets used that description, but that doesn’t seem exactly orthodox. This unorthodox description of God subtly reminds the audience/reader that the author of the poem is a slave and is yet capable of realizing and even articulating these Christian truths. Thus the narrator/author makes a claim for equality and denigrates slavery, because he has demonstrated that he knows, that he gets Christianity, and isn’t a heathen without a soul. He softly shouts to his white readers, “God may be enslaved to his character, but I’m enslaved to you! Something isn’t right here.” (can I really say that in a formal paper?).
Elsewhere in his poem about salvation, he mentions freedom: “Ho! Every one that hunger hath, / or pineth after me, / Salvation be thy leading staff, / to set the Sinner free” (61-64). A deeper reading of this verse steps beneath the spiritual outward metaphor and brings out the literal aspects of a slave’s life, one that both Douglass and Jacobs say is frequently a hungry one. And it certainly can be surmised that for some slaves, - douglass included?, death is a pleasant alternative, and heaven much better than this life. Truly they would pine after jesus and the heaven implied in him, gained by physical death. As for the last line, anywhere a slave says something about being free, I think it’s probably fairly safe to assume that he really means literal freedom, not merely metaphoric spiritual freedom. The narrator/author has told of the physical and mental deprivations—going hungry and wishing for death and naturally concludes with his desire to be set free—on a metaphorical level from his own sin, on a literal level from the Sin of slavery.

sometimes i feel like we should just love people and not worry about their morality.

Monday, February 23, 2004

also exciting- - I made an 100 on a test that i took last monday and didn't remember I had until the night before, that i only studied about 45 minutes for.
maybe that's what i have such a hard time telling myself that i need to study.
it also helps that my teacher and i think the same way and his tests are just really easy for me. but still.
i should have studied more. but maybe not, because it's not like there's any greater return on studying more.
that's confusing...because i definitely wasn't as well prepared as i should have been, but thanks to some quick reviewing beforehand with my class members and a pretty good ear for tone and authorship, and a good memory for random facts, i did, not only fine, but perfectly.
so should i study more or not?
if only my papers could get written like that.

i really need to get to bed, because i'm leaving for campus around 7:30...but i'm just having trouble being disciplined.

sometimes, i'm just really glad that God sees jesus when he looks at me. one of the things i'm learning from RUF this semester is that justice demands that God treats us like we're Jesus. talk about entitlement and powerful prayer.

MSU lost to Alabama. one of their guys was just hot. but i think it'll kinda be good for us, because when we are ranked high, we always seem to screw up--like our football team my freshman year.

ricky jones, our campus minister, gave us a very good thing to think about before we go see "The Passion"--what about the second commandment??
no one's really talking about that and it's definitely an issue.
basically he said, just don't pray to jim instead of jesus.
fair enough.

a new girl moved in with us last week. she's a freshman who didn't need to stay in her dorm room. she lives in my room and it's just disconcerting sometimes because she's oddly like me. kinda like our souls are of the same mettle and our different circumstances have created the differences between us. thank god he distributes the problems.

i'm thinking about taking creative writing again next semester, if they'll let me.
i also am thinking about working at city bagel this summer, and saving up for lasik surgery at some point. my left eye's vision is -7.5. it's terrible.


color me disgusted:
the other day my roommates were talking about what kind of moms they wanted to be when they got married and the general consensus was "twin set, khakis and pearls" kinda moms.
i almost threw up. (no offense to those that are that)
i don't know. I'm planning on transitioning from t-shirts to buttondowns when i begin married life, and be wearing button-downs for the rest of my life. preferably ones from thrift stores that are already worn in.
I want to wear clothes that my kids aren't afraid to get dirty with paint or mud daubed hands, shirts that invite a seat on my hips, that my husband isn't afraid to take off.
i want to look like a person and not a magazine model. i want stripes and plaids that my kids will remember when they are old, that my daughters will steal and take to college.
I want to wear clothes that work in a garden without being afraid of dirt, that make writing easier.
i want to wear my clothes until they are so thin i can't wear them anywhere except my bedroom.
i want to wear clothes that i 'm not afraid to sweat in.
i want to wear clothes that make me look responsibly but not stuffy.
I want to wear shirts that match my eyes.

Friday, February 13, 2004

I'd also just like to say....
do ya'll realize that Mississippi State University is ranked number SIX in the nation and if we beat arkansas (for the first time in arkansas,) we'll probably be #4?? I just find that exciting. ya'lll keep your ears up.

okay-- a little bit about my classes:
I have five this semester.
two on MWF, three on TTH.
My english classes are on mondays...
I have African american lit first. This class would be pretty interesting if my teacher didn't talk the whole time. but he never asks us questions or anything. he just stands up there and talks. he was one of my favorite teachers the last time i had him, but this's driving me crazy. I like a good in class discussion, even though i don't always talk that much.
i'm really excited about the literature...reading first-hand slave narratives is pretty exciting. it does make me not want to go to the confederate heritage ball, but i think that's okay.
My next class is nineteenth century british novel. this is the best class. first, it's novels like sense and sensibility, jane eyre, the bride of lammermoor, bleak house, middlemarch, barchester towers, and the return of the native. and the teacher asks questions and trusts us to come up with what she wants us to learn. that doesn't mean that she doesn't have to ask the questions lots of times or that some of the people in my class ALWAYS go into talking about the character instead of the character as a craft of the author, but's a much more gripping class than lit.
then i have personal financial management. that's pretty boring, because a lot of it is common sense and i just can't get excited about money...but i do need to learn this kinda stuff and i think it'll be an easy a,'s a good class. my teacher looks like a sideways bell curve.
after that, i have computer--this class is really frustrating, because i just can mostly do everything already--we had one assignment on moving text around! also, it's in the middle of my three classes in a row, so if i don't get out early, i don't really get to eat. but it's just kinda pointless. my teacher talks like an idiot, too--he always uses "like" as if he were still in junior high.
then i have physical geography with Dr. Wax, the state climatologist. that's a pretty fun class-- a lot of my friends are in it and we're learning really cool stuff, like how the sun angle determines the seasons, not the closeness to the earth. and he stops for humor breaks and is very selfconscious in a funny way, always talking about pedagogy.

that's all.