English Literature @ MindSay

* update---CONGRATULATIONS CHITOWNFREAK ON 6 MONTHS SOBRIETY!!!!!!!!!!!*

Howdy, howdy all... What's the haps' people? I am pretty darn tired because school has started and I have a ton of reading on top of the recreational reading that I was already doing. Not to mention that I graduate May 7th and I have to start selecting pieces of my work for my writing portfolio that must be submitted and purused by the head of the English depatment before I am allowed to "chunk the duece" as the kids are saying these days. My advanced Mexican-American literature class is pretty happening because it calls for some of the old literature in translation and literary theory (my absolute favorite aspect of literature and criticism). Well this post won't take up a lot of your time, although I do have a question that I wanna put forth....

When dating and/or mating how much older or younger than you is acceptable for you and why? 

I have a bit of a situation. A fellow asked me out and I said yes because we have a lot in common (He took a Dramatic Lit. class with me last semester), and he is quite wasy on the eyes. The thing is that there is an age difference. I won't tell you which way until you answer my question, and I promise to be honest when I answer.  I mean he is nice and we can gab on a number of topics and it feels nice to be noticed so I figured okay. That doesn't mean that I aint still crushin' cuz sadly I am. But that is frivolous and fantastical; this is real and tangible which I have to say is a heck of a lot more fun for me (well both of us I hope). Anyway get back to me and how about another pic of my Arizona adventure....... And who would I be if I didn't leave you with a poem.....here goes.....

XXV WILD nights! Wild nights!
Were I with thee,
Wild nights should be
Our luxury!
Futile the winds	5
To a heart in port,—
Done with the compass,
Done with the chart.
Rowing in Eden!
Ah! the sea!	10
Might I but moor
To-night in thee!--Emily Dickinson

(don't worry--this excerpt is clean, I just liked it, so I thought I'd share it.  Some 'food for thought' for ya.)

" . . . Abraham talked on, rather for teh pleasure of utterance than for the audition, so that his sister's abstraction was of no account.  He leant back against the hives, and with upturned face made observations to the stars, whose cold pulses were beating amid the black hollows above, in serene dissociation from these two wisps of human life.  He asked how far away those twinklers were, and whether God was on the other side of them.  But ever and anon his childish prattle recurred to what impressed his imagination even more deeply than the wonders of creation.  If Tess were made rich by marrying a gentleman, would she have money enough to buy a spy-glass so large that it would draw the stars so near to her as Nettlecombe-Toute?

The renewed subject, which seemed ot have impregnated the whole family, filled Tess with impatience.

"Never mind that now!" she exclaimed.

"Did you say the stars were worlds, Tess?"

"Yes."

"All like ours?"

"I don't know; but I don't think so.  They sometimes seem to be like the apples on our stubbard-tree.  Most of them splendid and sound--a few blighted."

"Which do we live on--a splendid one or a blighted one?"

"A blighted one."

"'Tis very unlucky that we didn't pitch a sound one, when there were so many more of 'em!"

"Yes"

"Is it like that really Tess?" said Abraham, turning to her much impressed, on reconsideration of this rare information.  "How would it have been if we had pitched a sound one?"

"Well, Father wouldn't have coughed and creeped about as he does, and wouldn't have got too tipsy to go this journey; and mother wouldn't have been always washing, and never getting finished."

"And you would have been a lady ready-made, and not have to be made rich by marrying a gentleman?"

"O Aby, don't--don't talk of that anymore!" . . . "