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Especially if you like history, France, and penguins:
Other things:
Today I had some crazy adventures with my friends as we tried to solve mysteries. We will never have our own show. It would consist of us solving the mysteries in 30 seconds and then being annoyed at how demmed clever we are. I would also start wheezing instead of laughing, for no reason. And our male companion would very nearly be snatched by desperate virgins. So, yes, no television contracts for us.
I started work on the thesis proper. I have begun taking notes on Madwoman in the Attic. It begins: 'Is an author's pen his penis?' *sigh* Question: can all of the paternal metaphors about writing be because sex is the primary notion we humans have of creation? Charlotte Bronte referred to her books as her children too, and as far as anyone knows she did not have a penis. I am curious to see if this information is revealled in the following chapters. (Everyone hated The Professor. In an unpublished preface defending the book she called it her 'idiot child' which evokes more of her care and sympathy because it is shunned).
Female writers of the flist, if you have muses do they have a gender? And what the deuce do we make of word-processors? The day that I find someone likening them to a sexual organ I will probably have to resort to violent pie throwing (after a trip to a place which makes violent pies). Incidentally, pie-throwing as a means of political protest has a long and honoured place in Canadian society. We prefer the cream pies as they leave the most absurd clumps of pie and crust about the face.
I can see where one bit of this might go... If authors having control over their 'children' is patriarchal then canon is patriarchal too. Which means that it is repressive to insist on adherence to canon, which means that I am a misogynist. :P
-Sophie
Other things:
Today I had some crazy adventures with my friends as we tried to solve mysteries. We will never have our own show. It would consist of us solving the mysteries in 30 seconds and then being annoyed at how demmed clever we are. I would also start wheezing instead of laughing, for no reason. And our male companion would very nearly be snatched by desperate virgins. So, yes, no television contracts for us.
I started work on the thesis proper. I have begun taking notes on Madwoman in the Attic. It begins: 'Is an author's pen his penis?' *sigh* Question: can all of the paternal metaphors about writing be because sex is the primary notion we humans have of creation? Charlotte Bronte referred to her books as her children too, and as far as anyone knows she did not have a penis. I am curious to see if this information is revealled in the following chapters. (Everyone hated The Professor. In an unpublished preface defending the book she called it her 'idiot child' which evokes more of her care and sympathy because it is shunned).
Female writers of the flist, if you have muses do they have a gender? And what the deuce do we make of word-processors? The day that I find someone likening them to a sexual organ I will probably have to resort to violent pie throwing (after a trip to a place which makes violent pies). Incidentally, pie-throwing as a means of political protest has a long and honoured place in Canadian society. We prefer the cream pies as they leave the most absurd clumps of pie and crust about the face.
I can see where one bit of this might go... If authors having control over their 'children' is patriarchal then canon is patriarchal too. Which means that it is repressive to insist on adherence to canon, which means that I am a misogynist. :P
-Sophie
