Showing posts with label Humor. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Humor. Show all posts

Monday, September 5, 2011

Reflecting on Guys

Dave Barry explainsImage by afagen via FlickrI read an excerpt from a Dave Barry book where he reflects on guys, as opposed to men.  What got me about this was that I started reflecting from the very first sentence, because what Barry was focusing on was how guys are often irrational and illogical.  This is what often makes them incomprehensible to women (like me).  One thing I've noticed from my parents is that in a couple, some guys may lose their common sense entirely and suddenly when a whim strikes them (I say "some" and "may" so that you won't accuse me of making sweeping sexist generalizations).  My dad once changed the oil in the lawnmower -- in the living room!  The beige carpet was ruined (of course.  Duh.), and my mother remained speechless for three days.  I mean, she didn't say a word to anyone.  At the time I wondered what she could say that wasn't completely obvious.  I still don't know.   
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Saturday, June 19, 2010

Summertime, and the writing is just as hard as ever

Writing Assignment - Drafting and RevisingImage by Enokson via Flickr
My first assignment this term is to write two profiles of the same person, who is one of my classmates. I interviewed Mary during our first class session (incidentally, I have to take a moment to whine.  The summer term is only eight weeks, the class meets twice a week, which means that each class is 2 hours and forty-five minutes long -- yeah, it's a week's work every day.  Even with a break in the middle, it's too long for me.).  Anyway, we went through the questions Dr. Toffee gave us, and I couldn't think of anything else to ask.  This is my problem:  I had no idea what kind of "angle" to take on either profile, and according to the assignment sheet, I have to have an angle.  Things got worse, too, since Mary couldn't handle the long class periods.  (this is funny--my Zemanta feed is giving me all kinds of pictures of the Virgin Mary; none of them look much like her, since she's kind of goth.)  She dropped after the first class.  So now I've written my profiles (I focused on how she wanted to work with children; yeah, I couldn't see it either), and I don't really know if they're anything like she really is.  I wanted to email her to ask a few more questions, but she said she doesn't believe in email -- as if it's some kind of supernatural concept or something.
We did a peer review workshop on the profiles, and my reviewer didn't give me much help, but in a way,  that made me realize that I wasn't sticking to a point the way I should.  I'm afraid my essays came out sort of negative.  But, she'll never know, so I guess it's okay.
My point here is that if I'd just been more alert during the first class I would have gotten more out of her, and I'd definitely have better profiles.  Why is it that these things never occur to you when they could do you some good?

Well, the article below is an interesting profile, even if mine aren't.
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