Weekend Update Plus

Braemar:

The hike was both awesome and snowy. Photos here!

We also saw a giant white rabbit. Did not follow.

Tangentially, Alice in Wonderland: Did anyone else find it supremely disconcerting that Tim Burton's Alice, who, while above ground, had the gumption to question society's restrictive norms and expectations of women (I'm thinking of the corset and stockings conversation in the carriage), and yet didn't once question why she was in Wonderland and why she couldn't get out of what she believed to be her own dream? And then we spend the rest of the movie following her around while she insists that she doesn't want to fight the Jabberwocky and yet never asks how she ended up in the scroll and why it has to be her? Do the books explain it better?

But I digress.

While we were driving back from Braemar, I saw the sign for Dunsinane and got really excited. And then I went home and Googled how far it is from Birnam Wood to Dunsindane. (Forty minutes by car, six-ish hours walking). Does that make me a total lit geek?

Class:

The Historical Novel--Apparently we're starting presentations a week earlier. I really must get started on Blood Meridian.

Aspects of Modern Fiction--We did have cake in class! (and thus talked very little about James Joyce). I'm not complaining.

Other:

So, every year St Andrews hosts StAnza, and international poetry festival. I've volunteered to work a couple of the events this weekend, so we'll see how that goes given that I have no idea where the buildings are.

Did you know that a mandolin is also a kitchen appliance used for slicing? We didn't, and thus team E=mc(squared) lost Monday night bar quiz by half a point. TRAGICAL. (I suppose, having read The Intuitionist, I also should have remembered that Otis designed the safety elevator. My bad Colson/Amy Hungerford).

I missed the first Fortnight two weeks ago, but walked by the second round tonight on my way back from bar quiz. The scene: drunken first years lying on the floor of front hall surrounded by haphazardly stacked chairs and poorly draped sheets. Other drunkards struggling to play magic cards. What ever happened to good, clean, sober fun? Can we get that back?

London for spring break! You have no idea how excited I am for real (ethnic) food.

OK, I actually must read now.

xoxo

Bongi