polutrope

So I was totally writing an Epic Iliad AU, in which Achilles totally disregards what Athena tells him to do and kills Agamemnon in book I. And I guess I took a fairly long break. But anyway, book IV is
( here )

OH MY GOD, y'all, I started a project and didn't abandon it immediately! of course, there is still plenty of time to abandon it yet, but whatever. So.

( Book II )

Book I

I have clearly gone completely insane, but I think it's in a good way, or at least a way that's relevant to my major.

A couple of people and I are doing a production of Hippolytus in the original Ancient Greek: we've got most of our cast and have possibilities for the two people we don't have; we have professorial support for the idea and for the reading; we have texts; we have ideas for staging; and last but not least, we have funding!

When we went to the head of department (who is also our Vergil professor, Feeney) he said essentially that he'd been waiting for someone to do something like this the whole time he'd been head.

We're going to have a chorus and try to get music, and Professor Katz can help us with pronunciation, and it's going to be painfully awesome. And a lot of work, but I think it's manageable.


(We were waiting outside Professor Feeney's office, and we heard that he was talking with our prospective Theseus. We waited for him to come out and cornered him, then told him about the plan. He agreed. So now we only need Phaedra's nurse and Hippolytus himself.)

The only downside to this is that it means I can't take five classes next semester, but oh well. I've been told it's a bad idea in any case.

Behold my introduction for my Spanish Inquisition paper:

O Clio, as is proper I begin with you – tell me now of the causes of the Spanish Inquisition, and lay bear to me the hearts of those men who supported it. Whence came the hatred of the men of Iberia for Abraham’s race? But this hatred has been increased in its importance by the men who came after, those who told the tale; for the sons of Canaan were not the only men to incur the rage of the red-clad Spaniards: those of the race of Charlemagne who ventured past their borders were slain too. What, o muse, was the cause of this strife and hatred?

It snowed this morning. As I left The Medieval World, on the way to Russian, I realized that the rain wasn't just rain - there were some frozen drops mixed in. Now, I was greatly displeased by such an event, for it was already cold and nasty enough, and I don't approve of winter. Some of the people in my Russian class, being southern and unaccustomed to snow, were actually excited. They'll grow out of it. So, by the middle of Russian, the little frozen pellets had become beautiful swirling falls of snowflakes. And then, by the end of the class, it had stopped. But still, snow! In November! It's not supposed to do that until January.

In celebration of the upcoming accusative, a classmate and I made cookies for tomorrow's Russian class. Our excitement for actually being able to form interesting sentences overwhelmed us, and carried us into the kitchen. While we baked, we had a very awkward conversation in Russian - awkward, because our vocabulary is very limited.

And now I'm writing a paper on the First Crusade. Five pages, for Wednesday - I might have a thesis now, and my goal is two pages tonight.
ETA It may be 3:05, but I got my two goddamned pages done.