Yea, Woot, Roosevelt!

Roosevelt Elementary got historical building status! It's not coming down!

I guess I don't have to embrace inevitable change and transcience for everything. My old self, my little-girl self who went there, would never have stood for it.

Yea, Woot, Roosevelt!

Roosevelt Elementary got historical building status! It's not coming down!

I guess I don't have to embrace inevitable change and transcience for everything. My old self, my little-girl self who went there, would never have stood for it.

Best Poem Ever!

From our Japanese Literature poetry anthology:
O maiden
with a basket,
a pretty basket,
with a scoop,
a pretty scoop,
maiden picking greens
on this hillside:
I want to ask you about your house;
I want to be told your name.
In the sky-filling land of Yamato,
it is I
who rule everyone,
it is I
who rule everywhere
and so I think you will tell me
where you live,
what you are called.

Best. Poem. Ever.

I mean . . . stalker? Plus, scoop is an awesome word.

Japanese Literature class was a riot today, actually (though I do worry that I am obnoxious; I do talk a lot )-:). We read that poem (I am so glad-- and we had a lot of poems to pick from!). I had read it (humorously) to Lisa last night.

So it was clearly a pick-up line. The Professor asks, "What's the best pick-up line, ever?" and I'm like "ZOMG Oh! Oh!" and I tell my favorite-- which I've brought up before: Izanami and Izanagi: "I have a place which is missing." "I have a place which is extra." "Let us put them together." He was thinking the exact same thing! MWAHAHA!!!

We discussed it seriously, too, though, of course. It has to do with the role of names. So, of course, what else gets brought up but my favorite play, ever? "What's in a name, after all?" our Professor asks. I'm like, "Do you want the Shakespearian answer?" La la la I'm sure I could use something like all this for my story . . .

So, yeah . . . Japanese Literature, lol . . .

Best Poem Ever!

From our Japanese Literature poetry anthology:
O maiden
with a basket,
a pretty basket,
with a scoop,
a pretty scoop,
maiden picking greens
on this hillside:
I want to ask you about your house;
I want to be told your name.
In the sky-filling land of Yamato,
it is I
who rule everyone,
it is I
who rule everywhere
and so I think you will tell me
where you live,
what you are called.

Best. Poem. Ever.

I mean . . . stalker? Plus, scoop is an awesome word.

Japanese Literature class was a riot today, actually (though I do worry that I am obnoxious; I do talk a lot )-:). We read that poem (I am so glad-- and we had a lot of poems to pick from!). I had read it (humorously) to Lisa last night.

So it was clearly a pick-up line. The Professor asks, "What's the best pick-up line, ever?" and I'm like "ZOMG Oh! Oh!" and I tell my favorite-- which I've brought up before: Izanami and Izanagi: "I have a place which is missing." "I have a place which is extra." "Let us put them together." He was thinking the exact same thing! MWAHAHA!!!

We discussed it seriously, too, though, of course. It has to do with the role of names. So, of course, what else gets brought up but my favorite play, ever? "What's in a name, after all?" our Professor asks. I'm like, "Do you want the Shakespearian answer?" La la la I'm sure I could use something like all this for my story . . .

So, yeah . . . Japanese Literature, lol . . .