School

Here, there be dragons

Fatigue sits on my shoulders, weighs me down, tugs on my eyelids, hums lullabies in my head. I don’t think I’m particularly stressed, but my body begs to differ. Funny how that works. Anyway, I’d love to go home and take a nap right now, since I can’t think of anything to blog about except how tired I am. And we all know how riveting that is.

Forcibly changing the topic, I came across a mention of Malcolm Gladwell’s book Blink this morning, and it looks like an extremely interesting book, judging by the excerpts on the website. And so I’m now waiting for a copy to come in at the library (they’re all checked out).

You know, I think I can talk about books quite easily even when I’m tired. :) In between homework assignments I’m reading Henry Sweet’s The Practical Study of Languages, Steve Krug’s Don’t Make Me Think (about web design), Dean Hughes’s Since You Were Away, and James Owen’s Here, There Be Dragons — which I’m reading primarily because the three main characters are J.R.R. Tolkien, C.S. Lewis, and Charles Williams, as you can see over at TheOneRing.com, and because on the back cover Orson Scott Card gives this endorsement: “Is there anyone who wouldn’t enjoy reading Here, There Be Dragons? If there is such a person, I haven’t met him, and I doubt that I would like him if I did. I am only disappointed that, because this book is so new, I’ll have to wait too long to read the sequels.” Quoting from the article, one of Owen’s premises for the book is “what if three of the greatest, most beloved fantasists of the last century, who truly were friends, had actually chanced to meet earlier than the world knows they did?” I’m a third of the way into it and liking it.

Speaking of Charles Williams, I finished War in Heaven a couple of weeks ago. Quite an interesting book. :) I’ll certainly be checking out his other works.

[tags]Inklings, C.S. Lewis, J.R.R. Tolkien, Charles Williams, Blink, books, Orson Scott Card[/tags]

Like a Phoenix from the ashes

For my Middle English class we had to give five-minute presentations on a person or event from that time period (A.D. 1100–1500). Today was my turn, and I couldn’t decide who I wanted to talk about, so I ended up giving my presentation on Anonymous. Yup, him. I put together an 40-second introductory trailer in Blender, cooked up some slide backgrounds also in Blender and then Photoshopped them and added text, and wrote the text out in verse. Here’s a section of the text:

Ten years later, skull and marrow, Our man’s next to Old Jack Sparrow, Abducting Eleanor de Montfort, From a marriage in the Welsh court. Help her find a brand-new consort. I wish I could say things got better, But it’s not true; they got deader, When the Famine swept the ’hood He sent his kids into the woods To starve so he and wife could fatten, You’ve probably heard tell of that in Hansel and Gretel, by Brothers Grimm, ’Tis truth I say, and times were dim. But life got darker not much later, On a ship, our man’s a waiter, Just passed through a port of sorrows, People sick, and dead by morrow. Off he heads back home to England, Carrying the Black Death with him. From there it spread across the country, Devastating all and sundry. Like a Phoenix from the ashes, Our good hero’s back, and dashes Off a dozen books or two, The Pearl is one, and Patience too, And Sir Gawain and the Grene Knight, And lots of others, late at night With candle burning, quill in hand, He tells his tales of foreign lands.

For screenshots, head on over to BenjaminCrowder.com. Here’s one slide, though:

<img src=”http://bencrowder.net/wp/wp-content/uploads/2006/12/anonymous51.png” alt=”title=”Friends Don’t Let Friends Use Powerpoint” />

The presentation itself went fairly well, even though I was extremely nervous. The best part is that it’s over. :)

[tags]Blender, Photoshop, Powerpoint[/tags]

Signs

I ran across Orson Scott Card’s two-part essay on homework this morning. A quote:

Homework is usually so mind-numbingly dull, so endless, so hopeless, so relentless, so useless that lots of motivated, bright kids whose parents are involved turn savagely against the whole idea of school. They hate reading, they hate writing, they hate everything because they never get a break, the process never ends, and they know perfectly well that it accomplishes nothing. This is the damage that homework really does: It kills the love of reading and writing in thousands and thousands of children every year.

Suddenly I don’t feel so bad about slacking off on my schoolwork… ;) (Yes, I realize his argument is primarily against homework for elementary school kids, but I’m going to liken it to myself anyway. So there.) You can read Part I and Part II at Ornery.org.

In other news, I’m thinking rather seriously about taking Old Norse (ICLND 429 / SCAND 429) next semester. It’ll push graduation back to August, but that’s okay because 1) it’ll be nice to extend my comfort zone forward a little bit, before I get pushed out of the nest, 2) I really really really want to study Old Norse, 3) it’s not like I’ll have another chance anytime soon, 4) April and August both start with the letter ‘A’, 5) if I work for a year after graduation, which I’ll probably do before applying to grad school, it doesn’t make much difference when I graduate, 6) my birthday’s in July so I can say I was 24 when I graduated instead of 23, 7) I’ll get to take one more class for fun spring term, and that’s all because seven is a perfect number, or so they tell me.

One last thing. The Linux Users Group up at Oregon State has made a crop circle with the Firefox logo:

Firefox Crop Circles

I wonder if I could make a crop circle in the grass in front of my apartment…

[tags]Orson Scott Card, Old Norse, Firefox, crop circles[/tags]

Registered at BYU, Bath, and Beyond

Yesterday morning I was reading Liz’s post when I realized with a start that I’d completely forgotten to register. Luckily all the classes I wanted to take were far from full, so my schedule is now set. For what it’s worth, here’s what I’m taking (subject to change, of course).

ELang 325: The Grammar of English. Required for my major. I’m taking it from Delys Snyder, who was actually my professor for ELang 223 (the first ELang class I took). Full circle.

ELang 326: English Semantics. Also required. Bill Eggington, the teacher, is an Aussie and is great. I’m taking Forensic Linguistics (495R) from him right now.

ELang 327: English Phonetics. Also required. I haven’t done much phonetics work yet but it should be fairly interesting. I heart IPA. :)

Latin 301: Classical Latin Poetry. Also required as part of the 12 credits of foreign language. I’ll need to brush up on my Latin before January…

RelC 325: Doctrine and Covenants. One of my last two GEs.

TMA 101: Introduction to Theatre. The other of those last two GEs. I’m a big theatre buff, so this’ll be a nice (and easy :)) way to get more of it.

There’s a Hugh Nibley class which I wish I could take as well, but I’m already at 17 credits (none of which I can drop if I want to graduate) and it conflicts with one of those ELang classes. ~sigh~

My presentation today on Received Pronunciation was received rather well. (Yes, pun intended. ~sigh~ ;)) I’ve blogged about it over at BenjaminCrowder.com, with screenshots of some of the slides.

Finally, an hour ago I took my Middle English midterm. At the beginning of the test, the professor said, “The fast test takers among you might finish it in, oh, twenty minutes.” So imagine my surprise when I turn the page and find out I’m done with the test, and it’s only been ten minutes, and I wasn’t even going fast! (Don’t tell my classmates that I didn’t spend much time studying, either.) Sure, I probably missed a couple of points, but having all that extra time is worth it. I love short tests. :)

Small and simple

As I said yesterday, I gave the closing prayer in the forum. Here’s the followup story: I arrived at the Marriott Center half an hour early, but nobody was on the stand yet so I just sat in the bleachers (since being the first person on the stand is tacky). Fifteen minutes later I saw a lady on the other side of the floor, looking like she was looking for someone. Being ever-so-humble, I figured she was looking for me. Turns out I was right. :) (She was secretary to one of the academic vice presidents.)

She had me follow a techie up to the podium (there’s still nobody on the podium, but there were several hundred people already in their seats), where I stood there with my hands on the podium so the lightbox people could get the height adjustment for me. Both the microphone and the podium moved up and down several times while I stood there staring at everyone who was staring at me, trying not to look too self-important. ;)

After that I went back to the floor seats for another five minutes, waiting for more important people to get on the stand. Finally there were four or five deans and others up there, so I took my assigned seat: right behind President Samuelson (second row, center aisle seat). “Please let me not be on camera throughout the whole thing,” I prayed. Interestingly, there’s a red phone there which apparently connects to the sound booth. Maybe it’s just for emergencies. Maybe it activates a trapdoor behind the podium so they can get rid of speakers who go too far afield. ;) There aren’t any teleprompters, by the way (at least not transparent ones out beyond the podium; there were two screens built into the podium, along with a clock and a few lights and buttons).

Anyway, the forum itself was quite good. Dr. Elshtain spoke on C.S. Lewis’s The Abolition of Man, which is basically an argument against moral relativism. Her remarks seemed to gravitate towards euthanasia/infanticide, though she mentioned a few other things as well. In spite of my efforts to concentrate fully on her talk, I found myself scripting my imminent prayer over and over again in my head. Folly. But I’m human, so maybe it’s pointless to try to escape folly.

For most of the talk I was quite calm, until I looked up at the clock and felt like a spear was thrust through my heart as I saw that it was already 11:35. (The forums and devotionals usually end between 11:35 and 11:45.) The next fifteen minutes were very, very long. Finally she ended, and we all gave her a standing ovation. Then the lights on the stand went up, which was a very handy signal for me to get up and give the prayer. :)

And I gave the prayer and that was that. The lights were bright but I could still see the audience rather clearly. (Until I closed my eyes, of course. :))

Afterwards, we went up to the Cougar Room for a Q&A session with Dr. Elshtain. Thirty or so people were in attendance, and the next forty-five minutes were full of questions and Dr. Elshtain’s answers. Good stuff. My stomach was starting to growl, though, so my concentration was unfortunately more intent on silencing it than I’d like.

When the session was over, I rode over to the alumni house (the visitor’s center) with two political science professors and a chemistry professor for the luncheon. I’d expected quite a number of people. Wrong. When we walked into the room, I saw only eleven or twelve seats at the table and panicked, wondering if I was really supposed to be there after all. (Especially because those already seated were either deans or former deans or academic vice presidents — I was just a little out of my league.

But at the foot of the table there was a place card with my name on it (imagine that!), so I sat down and tried to pretend like I belonged. Ha. :) May as well name drop: those present whose names I knew were Dr. Elshtain, Robert Millet (former dean of the religion department), Andrew Skinner (ditto), Terry Ball (current dean of the religion department and my Isaiah professor), David Magleby (dean of the College of Family, Home, and Social Sciences), Newell Dayley (academic vice president), Joan Naumann (President Dayley’s secretary), John Tanner (academic vice president), Scott Duvall (assistant librarian and the fellow in charge of having speakers like Dr. Elshtain come to BYU), Matt Holland (a poly sci professor and Elder Holland’s son — he’s the one who asked me to give the prayer, by the way), John Lewis (a chemistry professor), and Brent something-or-other (the other poly sci professor)). Paul Kerry had a place at the table but wasn’t there. (Which was a pity, since he’s a big C.S. Lewis buff.)

The food was great, and it was my security blanket in the face of a discussion on political philosophy. :) I dreaded any incoming questions about the discussion — I’m no political philosopher! — and luckily none came. Near the end of the luncheon, Dr. Millet brought up C.S. Lewis, to my relief. He said a while ago he’d gone over to Oxford with Dr. Skinner and a few others, and they’d had Dr. Kerry give them a tour of Lewis’s haunts. (I suspect they went to Cambridge as well, but I can’t remember.) I was pleasantly surprised to see how much almost everyone in the room had read Lewis. It was also news to me that there’s a BBC version of Shadowlands. I’ll have to check it out sometime. Anyway, I remained mute throughout the luncheon and thankfully nobody seemed to mind. I kept trying to look at them all as children of God — leveling the playing field, so to speak — but it didn’t work all that well. :)

The luncheon ended shortly after 2:00 with the presentation of a gift to Dr. Elshtain, and then she headed out for a radio show and we all left and went our separate ways. I sped back to work so I could feel normal again. :)

Phew! This has ended up a lot longer than I expected. It’s doubling as a journal entry, since I didn’t really want to write this all out by hand. :)

[tags]C.S. Lewis, BYU[/tags]

C’s get degrees

Yet another end-of-the-day post. Today has mostly consisted of working on a paper for my Varieties of English class. It’s getting close to complete (I just have to revise it and put together some appendical tables), thank heavens. I’m not a huge paper-writing fan. Don’t get me wrong — I love writing, but the whole research paper aspect of academia is so…boring. I’m trying to like it, but it doesn’t interest me much at all. Earlier this afternoon I pondered the matter, attempting to figure out just why I don’t like it. The best I could come up with is that I prefer more creative uses of my time, namely the arts (and we’ll include programming as an art, of course). Research is fun, but research papers are blah. Or maybe I just feel this way because I want to make books right now instead of writing a paper I don’t care about in the slightest. Yeah, that could be it. :)

On taking notes

I used to take copious notes (of everything — general conference, classes, firesides, devotionals, etc.), but a few months ago I realized that I rarely (if ever) read through my notes again. Since then I’ve generally refrained from noting things down unless they really strike me (and if they do, I write about them either in my journal or here on this blog). It’s worked well, I think. But once in a while I wonder if I’m missing out by not having my pen at the ready. By not capturing the steady stream of words, am I letting gems slip through my fingers? I don’t know. What I do know is that my current method is far less stressful. :)

Anyway, seeing Liz’s conference blogcast has got me thinking about doing likewise. We’ll see. :)

(And I used to capitalize “general conference,” but then I noticed that the Church itself doesn’t do so, and I switched.)

Leave the wallet home

The progressive book sale seduced me this morning. On my way to class I saw it and was sorely tempted to just skip class, but I’m happy to report that I resisted the temptation and made it all the way to the end of class. I even waited till after my haircut. And now I’m four books richer. (Or poorer. :)) I got a cool book called 1000 Masterpieces of European Paintings, which’ll be great for artistic inspiration, Anthony Hope’s The Prisoner of Zenda (which I bought primarily because it had an endorsement from Roger Lancelyn Green on the back, who wrote a C.S. Lewis biography), Chrétien de Troyes’ Arthurian Romances (a collection of several of them), and the Penguin edition of St. Augustine’s City of God. You know, I really, really, really like books. :)

For the C.S. Lewis class I had to read The Great Divorce by today. So I did. It’s one of my favorite CSL books, probably because I love Lewis’s portrayals of heaven (just like in The Last Battle). I’m glad I’m in this class because I’m finding it really hard to make time for extracurricular reading right now. I have two Edward Tufte books sitting on my desk which I waited for for four months :), and Marshall Lee’s Bookmaking, and they’re all getting neglected because I’m struggling just to keep up with the flood of required reading.

But I shall overcome. Within a couple of weeks I’ll get back into the groove and somehow manage to fit leisure reading in with my more academic pursuits. I hope. :)

In other news, I’m debating whether I ought to get one of the new iPods. Mine broke several months ago and would cost around $100 to fix, so it’s tempting to just spend the extra $150 to get a new one which stores twice as much and is less likely to break (and will give me another year or so under warranty). But spending lots of money is…well…let’s just say I don’t like spending lots of money. Especially when I go on book-buying sprees like this. :) (Not to mention needing to buy a new laptop in a month or so.) ~sigh~ Money. ~bigger sigh~

[tags]C.S. Lewis, Edward Tufte, iPod[/tags]

Two if by sea

I can’t remember if I blogged on here about my semi-decision to stay in Provo and get my Masters in Library Science online. If I didn’t, well, there it is. :)

But today I’m rethinking. Talking with one of my co-workers about the possibility of getting my masters in England or Wales sent ripples of goosebumps through me, and I realized that it’s a dream I’ve had since childhood. Is it smart to kill it just because of financial concerns? I know that money does matter, but some things matter more than money.

Advantages: it’s Britain! It’s what I’ve wanted to do for years. It’s where C.S. Lewis and Tolkien lived and wrote. On holidays, I could fly over to the continent rather cheaply and do genealogy in Spain and Italy. Living abroad is good for being cultured. Britain is steeped with history.

Disadvantages: $$$.

So really it comes down to this: if I can’t get scholarships/grants to pay for it, is the experience worth a mountainload of debt? The reckless part of me says yes, yes, yes, it is! You only live once.

Well, the main factor will be whether the Lord has an opinion in the matter. If He has a spot in mind for me, that’s where I’ll go. (Please please please let it be Britain! :P) If He doesn’t, however, then I’m going to do my best to study in England or Wales. I may do a year there as a trainee before going to grad school, or perhaps a year here (cheaper) and then go over, or a year here and then a year there; we’ll see.

I suppose if I really wanted to, I could use my programming/design skills to ring up some extra cash on the side. But whether it’d be enough to make a difference, I haven’t a clue.

Stampede

School’s a-started. I only had one class yesterday, with the rest of the lineup today (starting in half an hour). I’m pretty excited. I’m also pretty overwhelmed, which doesn’t quite make sense yet since I haven’t even seen the syllabi for the other five classes. :) But, thankfully, I know that before too long, the mountain of madness will settle down into a valley of…of…victory? verve? vindication? virtuosity? vim & vigor? How about this: it’ll settle down into a valley of very peaceful serenity. :P

In the meantime, I’m getting backlogged on e-mails. And pretty much everything else on my to-do list. (And judging by the readership count, I think I’m not the only one getting behind on my blog reading. :)) So if things seem a little muddled, or awry, that’s why. I’m tempted to continue on by saying, “I knew an old lady who swallowed a fly,” but we’ll stop there.

There are soooooo many people on campus now! Even Education Week and EFY don’t quite compare. My initial reaction was crowd-o-phobia ;), especially when I saw the 15-mile-long Taco Bell line (I now have a very strong incentive to abandon my brand loyalty and start making homemade sandwiches for lunch), but I think I’m adjusting. And when the claustrophobia kicks in, I can always slip into a library carrel or a restroom for a respite from the droves. ;)

Update: Well, Latin was only two minutes long today, and there’s no class on Friday. Sad. (Yes, I’m weird. :)) But the good news is that there are only two other guys in the class and a heck of a lot of girls. And all of my ELang classes will be the same way. This, my friends, is why I’m not a computer science major. :P