My Rules Girl the Car

Heh, I was going to say it was snobby engine gnomes.

I'm mystified, however, as to why your check engine light goes away when you add premium.

According to the manual, if the light comes on steady (not blinking), it's not an emergency issue and is more than likely something dealing with the emissions system or gas tank. It suggests first checking the gas cap to see that it's on tight (it is), and then filling the tank with a different type of gas (it doesn't specify premium, but that's what worked the last time the light came on, so I'm doing it again). I've got to get my emissions tested at the testing center this week anyway, so I'll find out if it's a problem on that end.

I was taught that in an academic essays you shouldn't ascribe thematic intent to the writer. Not even if you've got quotes from him saying, "I intended this." It's not that you're dismissing the idea that the writer had any intent, but if you discuss it that way, you've gone from talking about the work to doing a psychological profile. And it's just a short step to, "Tim is obviously into BDSM" and the like. You can find writers who say contradictory things about their own work. Their contemporary comments may not match what they say 20 years later, so then what do you do?

So it was drilled into me that if you want to talk about the text, talk about the text. Bringing the writer into it opens a very large can of worms. I blame postmodernism for making the text an excuse for theorizing about the author's political/sexual/sociological beliefs. But I blame postmodernism for most things.

I dropped a college honors English class half way through the semester because my prof told me I would have to show that the author meant what I got from the text. I told him that the author probably didn't mean what I got from the text, but backed the whole thing from the text. He had no argument with my argument. He thought it was good. But clearly I couldn't prove that Faulkner intended Emily to stand for the Catholic church in A Rose for Emily. I think he didn't like my premise, and was trying to figure out a way to make me not right it. So, I dropped the class, took the only class I could add that late in the semester (Sociology 101 by tv), and later took technical writing for my English credit. The whole thing still bugs me, but I loved the technical writing class, so all's well and all that.

Also, ita, I'm so glad your migraine is gone. There are altogether too many of us migrainistas. Migraines should just not be allowed.

Migraines should just not be allowed.

Once I'm in charge, I'm banning them outright.

Still going to crack the whip on too much perfume -- that's just a wrong thing, whether I'm in a migraine haze or no.

I dropped a college honors English class half way through the semester because my prof told me I would have to show that the author meant what I got from the text. I told him that the author probably didn't mean what I got from the text, but backed the whole thing from the text. He had no argument with my argument. He thought it was good. But clearly I couldn't prove that Faulkner intended Emily to stand for the Catholic church in A Rose for Emily. I think he didn't like my premise, and was trying to figure out a way to make me not right it.

I have no expertise in Faulkner, so no comment on your interpretation of Emily. But surely the professor has a prerogative to steer students from certain interpretations of a text-- that's kind of their job. I mean, you could do a Bible Code-like paper on Shakespeare, but a professor would be remiss in allowing a student to use numerology to show that he predicted Communism (to use a wacky example).

Oh, and I disagree that postmodernism in any way promulgated the author intentionality school of analysis.

a professor would be remiss in allowing a student to use numerology to show that he predicted Communism (to use a wacky example)

Even if the student can back up their wacky argument?

I disagree that postmodernism in any way promulgated the author intentionality school of analysis.

Postmodernism is like a secret code word that makes my brain explode, unable to parse either the sentence or the paragraph in which it appears.

Look! I can't even work out what I meant in that sentence! It's like kryptonite.

Once I'm in charge, I'm banning them outright.

Can you hurry up and get there? And ban colds too? I'm really tired of being stupid. To the point of tears, which is also the stupid talking.

My brain is on strike.

a professor would be remiss in allowing a student to use numerology to show that he predicted Communism (to use a wacky example)

Even if the student can back up their wacky argument?

I don't think the above can be backed up, no. Now, I think laxity in interpretation is okay in certain settings-- particularly if you're just trying to teach students how to analyze and write. But there is a point where that has to give way to rigor. It's not all relative, and students are being done a disservice to let them think that anything goes when it comes to interpretation.

Okay, so I just call the secretary for one of the deans. He's not in. I have a lengthy message. Not terribly complicated, just lengthy. I ask to be transferred to his voicemail. She says, I'll take a message. So, I give her the lengthy message. Then she says "would it be too much trouble for you to send that to me in an email." YES IT WOULD. If I wanted to send an email, I would have sent him one in the first damn place. What is WRONG with people?!?!?

Oh, and I disagree that postmodernism in any way promulgated the author intentionality school of analysis.

In retrospect, I'm not sure what I said was clear. When I said "myth of intentionality" I meant the idea that the authors intentions are irrelevant to a reading of a text. If the author says it's about A, but the text clearly says B, then B trumps A.

My problem is when whoever is analyzing sees C and gives that perogative over B, even if there's nothing in the text to support C either.

I also think knowing A can be interesting, but mainly in a "how well did the author express his intentions" sort of way. Where they fail to achieve their intent can be as interesting (or moreso) than when they succeed.