Things My French Prof Talks About: a) the multiple stories within Jacques le fataliste, b) the quarrels, setbacks and conflicts that surrounded Diderot's work on L'Encyclopédie of 1751-72.

What I Choose To Do With That Knowledge: This. Posted a while ago on tumblr, but on here for posterity, because if you're looking for my stupid, you should be able to find it all in one place.

Not to mention, the following, being a ridiculous, completely historically inaccurate thing I wrote down while I should have been paying attention to a discussion about theater or something.

(Just going to preface the cut with the disclaimer that a) I know nothing about screenwriting; b)SO MUCH HISTORICAL INACCURACY because I can't be bothered to look up dates for these events; c) this is, actually, the most random thing EVER, sorry.)
d) franglais is totally an official language, wtf are you talking about? )

...I also wrote something down about a prompt for a prison!au-thing, based on Rousseau visiting Diderot while he was in prison* (and Diderot possibly subsequently influencing EVERYTHING ROUSSEAU DID, EVER (if you ask my prof)), but I think that will have to wait until I find the magical place where a kink meme for 18th century French writers/philosophes actually, y'know, exists.

*I live in fear of the day anyone asks to borrow my french notes. "What's this?" "Oh, that's, um. Just a bit of porn I wrote about Diderot getting it on with Voltaire. NBD."

ETA: Oh my GOD, dear flist D,,,,:  *HUGS*
I am back in Toronto. There is nothing quite so depressing as returning to the city from a sweet little place like Collingwood, which is one of the richest towns in the province, apparently, where everyone affords two cars and three pairs of lululemon pants.

The skiing? Was awesome. And we even got upwards of 10 cm of fresh snow (Ontario powder, woot woot!). This probably won't appeal to everyone, but lemme tell ya: out on the slopes by 8:00 a.m. the day after fresh snowfall when all the hills have just been groomed and there's nobody else out there - it's heaven. Hurtling down the slopes, feeling the wind whip by me, that's my type of infinity.

Fuck it, would people please stop interrupting me for five freaking minutes! Thanks.

What else did I do? I watched more TV in one week than I've seen in basically my entire life. Shows like Total Drama Island, 6Teen, Avatar, the O.C., and House. <-- reasons why Sarah should never be allowed near televisions, ever. I hung out with SC who slept over, and oh yeah... I made some New Year's Resolutions.
New Year's resolutions )

And I also have some Insight into Sarah's head (aka why nothing I write ever makes it into the comms)
in my head, it goes like this )
My inner critic puts forth some very convincing arguments apparently...

I did write a poem, though I probably won't post it now.

In conclusion, wishing everyone the best in 2008!
ETA: hmmm... 4 out of 8...not bad.

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