why, how very... well, i can't even begin to describe how that sounds to me. it sounds like a root canal of the soul, is what it sounds like. and just as heartless. my god.
i mean, i took the really boring anthro theory course because it was a rec and, moreover, a *good* requirement. despite the oddities of my prof's lecturing style (he said that anthropological theory grew like crabgrass, if that gives you an idea), it was a good and valid course.
but a course on how to write? why? i mean, take joyce and hemingway. they were usually dead drunk when they wrote, and i think that rather counteracts any training they had. i mean, really. and yet look at how celebrated they are.
:sighs: of course, i'm preaching to the choir here, but...
:continues fuming:
and- meh. i just wish people who didn't write could understand. i hope your father comes around.
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why, how very... well, i can't even begin to describe how that sounds to me. it sounds like a root canal of the soul, is what it sounds like. and just as heartless. my god.
i mean, i took the really boring anthro theory course because it was a rec and, moreover, a *good* requirement. despite the oddities of my prof's lecturing style (he said that anthropological theory grew like crabgrass, if that gives you an idea), it was a good and valid course.
but a course on how to write? why? i mean, take joyce and hemingway. they were usually dead drunk when they wrote, and i think that rather counteracts any training they had. i mean, really. and yet look at how celebrated they are.
:sighs: of course, i'm preaching to the choir here, but...
:continues fuming:
and- meh. i just wish people who didn't write could understand. i hope your father comes around.
:hugs:
~i