Ramblings

Working on the sixth day of being snowed in, as I'm sure many others are in this area. I keep shoveling my car out, hoping to stay one step ahead of this snow. I'm nearly done reading The Remains of The Day, which is one of the books for my teaching fellowship/independent lit class. I haven't had a literature class in a long time in which I really enjoyed the required books. I've loved every book in this class so far -- Great Expectations, The Fox, and now Remains. But this book is amazing. The main character holds so steadfastly to his duties that he willing gives up all emotions that come naturally to humans. But in doing so there exists, under the surface, a character whose emotions far exceed that of an average person. Repression at its finest. Maybe.

I've also been half-heartedly doing some research for my papers. But mainly I've been trying to get my poems in order. I really have no clue what I'm doing in that area. I think I just pretend half the time. I borrowed an alumnus' thesis to study her poetry. My director compares me to this former student a lot, which is very flattering, but after reading her thesis, I feel more defeated than ever.

My roommate and I, while waiting for the snow to start the other night, decided to get some beer. There's a great mix-n-match shop not far from our place. I usually choose beers based on their labels, and I must say I really outdid myself this time. Various kinds of beer by Dogfish Head, Great Lakes, and Bell's. All dark, all excellent. Now if I could just find the exactly right ending for this prostitute poem.