I was a fortune teller ( look in the bottom of everyone 's glass and see pain}.

Ahahahaha!

Guess who has Magic Beer in her fridge right now!

God, P-C. I'm so sorry for all the suckinesh, but you go girl (in a manly way, of course).

They do that? Seriously? That's just... weird.

It's a bit like when my English teachers at uni used to refer to all nineteenth-century literature as 'Victorian'. Eventually I developed some reading skills (and some general knowledge), and started going, dude, Regency is not Victorian, and Austen was not reading Dickens in her spare time, and there's a whole lot of contextual difference there that we should be paying some attention to. Like the Industrial Revolution. Just, you know, for fun.

YES.

These professors of yours are single-handedly destroying the good name of sociology, Shir. I'd be annoyed if I were in your position, too. (There are sociology departments where historical context is appropriately dealt with. Really, there are. They aren't just mythical constructs from a utopian dream of some kind.)

Not all of them, to their defence.

Only the major class of this year. And look, I can control my inner history geek most of the time. Like when my lecturer claimed today that Mary Wollstonecraft was the first who published a feminist text in the age of Enlightenment (let the definition of Enlightenment aside for a moment - hello? Olympe de Gouges? Somebody? 3 years before Wollstonecraft?), but. Marx was not early 20th century character (though yes, you can squeeze Weber into it, but you can't forget that he grew up in the second half of the 19th century.) The beginning of the 20th century was post the industrial age in the west. You cannot rape the scientific revolution into the 19th century, trying to explain rationality and the idea behind scientific experiments.

Sociology has a lot to say. But after sitting in these classes, hearing them bend history beyond recognition, all I want to do is some historical research and forget all about sociology. I'm thinking about talking with one of the lecturers about it, too. In some cases, I can forgive the reduction of the historical background. In other cases, I can say they're pulling it straight out of their asses. Because I haven't read the 1008 pages of this in vain.

Hey, maybe I could inform them there is a valid background in historical research of calling 1853 - 1991 "The long 20th century", but other than that (of which they don't use), there's not much between historical facts and what they teach.

Guess who has Magic Beer in her fridge right now!

Nom nom nom!

Thanks for the hugs and hairpats guys--the afterparty went a lot better (and look for some hot pictures with me in them to be tagged on facebook in the near future. Yum! The video should NOT, however, be showing up, as the person taking it has promised it is for private use only. Ahem. I mean, it was all in public, and clothed, but still). And today at brunch, there was recognition of good new friends, and good new connections with old acquaintances, even while there was shared sadness of new sorrow and hurt. So...a better and uplifting ending, I think. At least for some of us--one of my friends is facing a really tough future when she gets home and has to deal with her now-ex-friends, and it's going to suck hard for her, and I feel awful. Long story, but...gah.

Meara, I'm glad your evening improved. -ma for your friend.

We had a blast at King Richard's Fair, and it was a gorgeous day outside.

anyone have any spare steam? I've seemed to run out of it. This new building is tapping me dry. Nothing is easy. Hopefully I will get tomorrow off. but it looks like I need to go to the sound shop for a replacement antennae on the wireless mics, order batteries, and get my car cleaned, as parking under the tree next to the theater means bombardier practice for the 200 birds that apparently live in it.

::sneaks in::

vw!!! Where have you been hiding?

At work.

ETA: And helping my parents get ready to move. I probably shouldn't be here right now, as *I* should be getting ready to move, but...there you have it.