Lindsay’s blog

Video: Show us a great music video from the '90s.

Posh and Becks have moved to Los Angeles: [is this good?]

Who cares? I certainly don't.

Books:  Show us the longest book you've ever read.  (All the way through.)

If you could eat only 3 foods for the rest of your life, what would they be?
Submitted by formance.

Hmmmm. This one's hard. Let's see:

1. Pizza
2. Thai curry chicken
   
3. Baklava

Yummy.

How many email addresses do you have?  What are they for? 
Submitted by clippedwings.

Hmmm. Five, I think. I use one of them for personal stuff - I only give it out to friends and family. Another one is for everything I sign up for (I'm a Web2.0 junkie). And I have one for school. The other two are old - one at Yahoo and one at Hotmail - the Yahoo one is filtered into my Gmail account, and it's mainly a source of spam. The Hotmail one is ancient - it's the one I had in high school, and I occasionally get mail from people I haven't talked to in years, though Facebook usually takes care of that.

Book: Show us a book that has helped or inspired your writing.

Show us something to look forward to.

Talk about coincidences.

As I've probably said before, I'm at LSUS getting a teaching certificate for high school English. Tonight I have to summarize a journal article. Blah. So here I am reading the article - it's called "Selling Shakespeare," and it's about whether or not high schoolers can really enjoy Shakespeare (I did). The author is talking about how he was reminded of how much he likes Shakespeare by a quote from Richard II, one of my very favorite plays. Here's the quote:

Of comfort no man speak.
Let's talk of graves, of worms, of epitaphs,
Make dust our paper, and with rainy eyes
Write sorrow on the bosom of the earth.
Let's choose executors and talk of wills.
And yet not so - for what can we bequeath
Save our deposed bodies to the ground?
...
For God's sake let us sit upon the ground
And tell sad stories of the death of kings.
3.2.144-150, 155-156

So here's where it gets creepy. I hadn't read Richard II (or any Shakespeare play for that matter) since I got my English degree in 2003. By that point, I was completely burnt out on him since I'd spent four years doing almost nothing else. I don't remember any plot specifics, let alone this quote, and I *love* those last two lines. So I decided to look it up. I went over to my bookcase and grabbed the Arden edition. I was flipping through it on my way back to the desk to see what markings I had in it when I found an old flash card from a Greek lit class I'd taken (Hephaestus: god of jewelers and crafts) marking a page. What page was it, you ask? The one with Act III, scene ii, lines 144-150 and so on. Interesting.

Is this a sign? Maybe I should read some Shakespeare...

Show us your favorite photo from last summer.

How many TVs do you have in your house?

One. Well, technically, two, because my desktop monitor is primarily a TV - it just has a monitor jack in it. But it's not hooked up to cable, and I only use it on the rare occasion that I actually boot up that computer. So it doesn't count.