Monday, December 7, 2009

End of the Semester Strikes Again

You know how sometimes you take a class and at the time it was fun and interesting, but really you never read any of that stuff again, and it was kind of a waste of time ultimately? Ever had the opposite happen? Maybe you took a class, thought it was good on a basic level, but it wasn't super engaging? You didn't do all the readings, sort of skimped on the final paper....but then realized several years later, that you should have totally invested time in this course?

Yeah well, that happened to me today.

Actually, this post is a completely random shout out into the aethers to my Folklore Theory professor. His hefty reader for the course saved my life yesterday and today. I needed a literature review on some central themes in folklore - identity, performance, and tradition - but didn't have time to read and then remembered I had a huge packet of articles on key themes in folklore theory. It is not perfect, but it allowed me to turn in a 12 pg draft today whereas without it I would have had nothing. So, thanks :)

On a completely unrelated note, b/c I know you are super curious, below are the lyrics to the song that I am totally obsessed with at the moment, with the oddest title of Club Foot

One...take control of me?
Yer messing with the enemy
Said its 2..it's another trick
Messin with my mind, I wake up
Chase down an empty street
Blindly snap the broken beats
Said it's cut with a dirty trick
Its taken all these days to find ya
I tell you I want you
I tell you I need you

friends, take control of me
Stalking cross' the gallery
All these pills got to operate
The colour quits and all invade us
There he goes again
Take me to the edge again
All I got is a dirty trick
I'm chasin down the wolves to save ya

I tell you I want you
I'll tell you I need you
I... the blood aint on my face
Just wanted you near me

I tell you I want you
I'll tell you I need you
The blood aint on my hands

Just wanted you near me

I tell you I want you
I'll tell you I need you
The blood aint on my hands

Just wanted you near me

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