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sunday is meant for catching up on work. that's what i'm doing, after a wonderful weekend. i went to a queen's football game, which we won 33-30, and rushed the field in the most wild display of school spirit i've had since frosh week. good times.
"...(What if) the field marshal brought to the cook not quail, but the body of a person he had shot? Would the moral circumstances of cooking and consumption still be utterly independent of this meal's aesthetic merit? Would this meal be well prepared if the thigh had been slow-roasted to an internal temperature of 165 degrees, or should it be 180? And is it only if the meat thermometer registers 200 that I may justifiably complain that this joint is 'badly cooked?' Is it 'simple-minded' of me to be unable to stomach, on any terms, the sight of this corprse on the table?" -Karen Hanson, "How Bad Can Good Art Be?"




my classes are over after what seemed like an incredibly long week. even though i'm in religious studies, i really like that, for this semester anyway (what's left of it), my week ends with masculinities. today we spoke about (getting a little heavy here) jamaica kincaid's "my brother," and how you can view 'Love' in terms of race, gender, and sexuality (there's a lot more to it than that, but you know). we got to talking about a concept of 'unconditional love' and if such a thing even exists - when by definition love is usually predicated on a condition. i just really appreciate ending my week with something so different than all my other classes.