kiss my ass catolica
sorry ive been a lil out of commision, the chileans are trying to kill me...
between the 5 classes i am in hell. once again i have more to read than i can possibly accomplish, i have one class alone where weve got about a week and a half for each novel and a paper every time we finish two which is three papers so far then one huge in class essay today and school started march 6, i mean seriously now people, and thats just one fuckin class..
and that class sucks ass, the books are actually cool if i had enough time to read em but the teacher has this godawful nasal voice and nothing new or interesting to say and i always just ignore her or sit there hoping she wont say vinculo...por favor no no NO!!! not vinculo!!!
on the good news tip her ass is outty cause the next section of the class we got a new teacher who at the very least wont have such a horrible voice...
then theres my class where we had to read all this foundational fiction crap, weve finally moved on to the contemporary stuff like deep rivers, loved it in english, loved it in spanish, fuckin love los rios profundos...and in that class the supergringa team who jumped up to present about how much doña barbara sucked got a really good grade on the paper, and as a reward were given extra work = the people who got the highest grades had to do presentations on specific borges stories...not exactly my idea of a reward...but...
then again since i never read doña b and ripped it to shreds with the help of vargas llosa and carlos fuentes...
(semiunrelated tip, jen said i base too many opinions on what carlos fuentes thinks, this from a woman who says people are like parts of salad...im a green pepper in case yer wondering and i dont think its possible to base toooo many opinions on what carlos fuentes thinks...)
anyway so i prolly deserved the extra work.
but i was scared to read Borges, i mean so many people have said soooo much stuff i was scared i wouldnt understand it and really afraid i wouldnt like it especially since fer instance cortazar is completely based on borges and i mean it was interesting reading rayuela (again) but really by the end i was truly annoyed and just wanted homeboy to fuckin jump already and since i have to read more rayuela and am just starting to be mighty annoyed with the long windy im so fuckin smartiness that is sooooo much of the novel....well its like i appreciate it, it makes me think but its a far far far far far cry from one of my favorite things to read...its like how i feel about Huidobro, yer sooooo fuckin smart, ok i get it now shut the fuck up you pompous windbag and write some gotdam literature already...cause when they do i can get down, but like reading theory stuff by huidobro is hell where he goes on for like years about how fuckin brilliant and original he is and insults everybody including Walt Whitman which seriously you shouldnt ever ever ever do. but i actually love some of his poetry, like not just deal with but seriously me encanta a veces and i got the same thing with cortazar. if the fuckin book woulda ended like i dunno a hundred pages sooner i woulda been walkin around all starry eyes instead of like ok ok enough salta huevon! fuckin jump already!
then again fuentes and garcia marquez are also mightily influenced by borges and i love love love them...so
picked up my first ever book of short stories by borges aware that i had to fight my way through hella fuckin theory and come up with a presentation in spanish and fast...and i fell madly in love thats right my peeps que se me enamoré con borges...
hes brilliant and insane and funny and wierd and now that i know that cortazar is a fictional character whose book is prefigured by borges, hell, contained in a single story by borges, well he doesnt bug me so much anymore....
ok enough litgeek talk...
i have been when not studying, throwing a bachelorette party for lesh, cleaning my room hanging out with my new australian buddy K
that is when shes not busy riding horses in the foothills of the mofuckin andes...
snuggling with sal, eating, smoking, bussing and sleeping...speaking of which im a go study for my big quiz tommorow for my lit theory class,
signifier sign signified spanish shit shit shit...
between the 5 classes i am in hell. once again i have more to read than i can possibly accomplish, i have one class alone where weve got about a week and a half for each novel and a paper every time we finish two which is three papers so far then one huge in class essay today and school started march 6, i mean seriously now people, and thats just one fuckin class..
and that class sucks ass, the books are actually cool if i had enough time to read em but the teacher has this godawful nasal voice and nothing new or interesting to say and i always just ignore her or sit there hoping she wont say vinculo...por favor no no NO!!! not vinculo!!!
on the good news tip her ass is outty cause the next section of the class we got a new teacher who at the very least wont have such a horrible voice...
then theres my class where we had to read all this foundational fiction crap, weve finally moved on to the contemporary stuff like deep rivers, loved it in english, loved it in spanish, fuckin love los rios profundos...and in that class the supergringa team who jumped up to present about how much doña barbara sucked got a really good grade on the paper, and as a reward were given extra work = the people who got the highest grades had to do presentations on specific borges stories...not exactly my idea of a reward...but...
then again since i never read doña b and ripped it to shreds with the help of vargas llosa and carlos fuentes...
(semiunrelated tip, jen said i base too many opinions on what carlos fuentes thinks, this from a woman who says people are like parts of salad...im a green pepper in case yer wondering and i dont think its possible to base toooo many opinions on what carlos fuentes thinks...)
anyway so i prolly deserved the extra work.
but i was scared to read Borges, i mean so many people have said soooo much stuff i was scared i wouldnt understand it and really afraid i wouldnt like it especially since fer instance cortazar is completely based on borges and i mean it was interesting reading rayuela (again) but really by the end i was truly annoyed and just wanted homeboy to fuckin jump already and since i have to read more rayuela and am just starting to be mighty annoyed with the long windy im so fuckin smartiness that is sooooo much of the novel....well its like i appreciate it, it makes me think but its a far far far far far cry from one of my favorite things to read...its like how i feel about Huidobro, yer sooooo fuckin smart, ok i get it now shut the fuck up you pompous windbag and write some gotdam literature already...cause when they do i can get down, but like reading theory stuff by huidobro is hell where he goes on for like years about how fuckin brilliant and original he is and insults everybody including Walt Whitman which seriously you shouldnt ever ever ever do. but i actually love some of his poetry, like not just deal with but seriously me encanta a veces and i got the same thing with cortazar. if the fuckin book woulda ended like i dunno a hundred pages sooner i woulda been walkin around all starry eyes instead of like ok ok enough salta huevon! fuckin jump already!
then again fuentes and garcia marquez are also mightily influenced by borges and i love love love them...so
picked up my first ever book of short stories by borges aware that i had to fight my way through hella fuckin theory and come up with a presentation in spanish and fast...and i fell madly in love thats right my peeps que se me enamoré con borges...
hes brilliant and insane and funny and wierd and now that i know that cortazar is a fictional character whose book is prefigured by borges, hell, contained in a single story by borges, well he doesnt bug me so much anymore....
ok enough litgeek talk...
i have been when not studying, throwing a bachelorette party for lesh, cleaning my room hanging out with my new australian buddy K
that is when shes not busy riding horses in the foothills of the mofuckin andes...
snuggling with sal, eating, smoking, bussing and sleeping...speaking of which im a go study for my big quiz tommorow for my lit theory class,
signifier sign signified spanish shit shit shit...
posted by Rachel R. @ 8:43 AM
3 Comments:
At 9:32 AM,
Rachel R. said…
note that the australian and not the gaucho is the one im referencing...
and that k references the phonetics not the spellling
At 3:31 PM,
Jennifer said…
you are surely a green pepper, sometimes a yellow.
At 1:13 PM,
papamamba said…
vinculo. jeheje, vinculovinculobinculobunculobuenculo de las bragas brisileñas.
i love your love for books.fuck it's sexy.
reading is just like sex; you just need a good rhythm and enjoy the tanngential ride until the climactic ending. course some books get bathos on our humping asses so yeah, some sex just kind a fizzles out. but others leave you breathless, in love, fucking alive. yeah.
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