Wednesday, November 30

Oscar Wilde on Art

So I was reading Oscar Wilde’s The Picture of Dorian Gray for my English class when I came across a wonderful quote. I think it’s quite pertinent and every artist should read it, so I thought I would post it here =) Enjoy!

Preface from Oscar Wilde’s The Picture of Dorian Gray

"The artist is the creator of beautiful things.
To reveal art and conceal the artist is art’s aim.

The critic is he who can translate into another manner or a new material his impression of beautiful things.

The highest as the lowest form of criticism is a mode of autobiography.

Those who find ugly meanings in beautiful things are corrupt without being charming. This is a fault.
Those who find beautiful meanings in beautiful things are the cultivated. For these there is hope.
They are the elect to whom beautiful things mean only Beauty.

There is no such thing as a moral or an immoral book. Books are well written, or badly written. That is all.

The nineteenth century dislike of Realism is the rage of Caliban seeing his own face in a glass.
The nineteenth century dislike of Romanticism is the rage of Caliban not seeing his own face in a glass.

The moral life of man forms part of the subject-matter of the artist, but the morality of art consists in the perfect use of an imperfect medium.

No artist desires to prove anything. Even things that are true can be proved.

No artist has ethical sympathies. An ethical sympathy in an artist is an unpardonable mannerism of style.

No artist is ever morbid. The artist can express everything.

Thought and language are to the artist instruments of an art.

Vice and virtue are to the artist materials for an art.

From the point of view of form, the type of all the arts is the art of the musician. From the point of view of feeling, the actor’s craft is the type.

All art is at once surface and symbol.

Those who go beneath the surface do so at their peril.

Those who read the symbol do so at their peril.

It is the spectator, and not life, that art really mirrors.

Diversity of opinion about a work of art shows that the work is new, complex, and vital.

When critics disagree the artist is in accord with himself.

We can forgive a man for making a useful thing as long as he does not admire it. The only excuse for making a useless thing is that one admires it intensely.

All art is quite useless."

I hope you enjoyed! My two favourite parts are:
  • "There is no such thing as a moral or an immoral book. Books are well written, or badly written. That is all."--- Damn straight! As a romance writer, I've heard it all. For some reason there's still a common misconception that romance books are trashy books. This is 100% inaccurate--and ignorant!

  • "We can forgive a man for making a useful thing as long as he does not admire it. The only excuse for making a useless thing is that one admires it intensely. All art is quite useless."--- I love this. As an artist you must love your work. You have to put yourself into it. Otherwise, why would you bother? And more importantly, why would anyone else bother with your work?

I've just noticed that the spacing is a bit off here, but you get the general idea. Anyway, if you enjoyed this little snippet, I highly recommend you read the entire novel.

Wednesday, November 23

University Humour

Alright, time for another installment of University Humour....

Incident One:
So the other day I was sitting in my Ancient Peoples and Places class when the oddest thing started to happen… I began to sink. I was leaning on the table when I noticed that I was tilting to one side. When I realized what was happening, I sat up and looked around—I had feared I was falling asleep. Unfortunately, that is a sad occurrence that has happened more than once in this class (my professor likes to make us watch really boring, uneventful movies). But anyway, when I realized I was wide awake and was, in fact, sinking, I glanced down. Lo and behold, I noticed that the table was disappearing into the floor! Yes! Disappearing into the floor! I was sitting by the window and at the base of the wall, several holes had appeared. The table was actually sinking into those holes! I immediately told my friend and tablemate, Stephanie, and we proceeded to pull and tug until the table popped back up onto solid ground.  Well, as you can imagine, I spent the rest of the class eyeing the holes warily. When class finally ended, I decided to crawl around on the floor and check to see how deep the holes were (yes, I know, wise move). Get this, I could put my entire hand inside, but couldn’t touch anything! So yes, the floor tried to eat me. My friend and I told the professor, but it hasn’t been fixed yet. It looks as if the maintenance guys just pulled the carpet up to "hide" the holes...

Incident Two:

Alright, so yesterday I was sitting by the payphone when these two girls walked over. Now, it’s quite unusual to see anyone near the payphone, since most people have cell phones. However, these two girls walked over and started to fiddle with the phone. After watching them for a moment, I realized they didn’t know how to use said phone! The one was listening into the receiver while the other was pressing buttons.  They didn’t seem to realize that you had to put MONEY into the payphone to get it to work. They literally spent several minutes standing there before they actually gave up and left! I couldn’t stop laughing. It made my whole day!


Sorry it’s a short post this week. I’ve been sick the past few days, so I’m running low on energy.

Friday, November 18

University Humour

Time for another university humour post!!!

Incident One: A conversation I heard while in the university library...
  • Blonde Barbie-Like Girl: *walks into the library with a group of other girls* “Oh my God, there are so many books here! I didn’t realize this place was so big!”
  • Other Girl: *rolls her eyes* “Yeah, it’s called a library, genius. There are books in a library.”
  • Blonde Barbie: “Oh. Do they have dictionaries here? I need to look up a word.”
  • Me: *thinking to myself as they walk away: Was the word “library” to big for you? I'm surprised you know what a dictionary is. Dumb ass.*
Incident Two: In my History of Western Sexualities Class...
  • Professor: “Okay, so for your book review you need to use Chicago style.”
  •  Random Student: “What’s Chicago style?”
  • Professor: “It’s a form of citation, specifically for history.”
  • Random Student: “Citation?”
  • Professor: “Yeah, you know, like MLA or APA....”
  • Random Student: *looks puzzled* “MLA, like… our… MLA?”
  • Professor: *snorts* “Do you mean like our Member of the Legislative Assembly?”
  • Random Student: “Yeah! That!”
  • Professor: “Uh, no. I mean MLA citation for English classes.”
  • Random Student: *blank look*
  • Professor: “Perhaps you should see me after class…”
Note: MLA stands for the Modern Language Association (of America).

Incident Three: Pop machine fiasco...
  • Alright, so I have to preface this incident by telling you a story of my own first.  After my class a few days ago, I was really thirsty so I decided to buy myself a bottle of water. I made my way to the pop machine with my toonie and quarter ($2.25 for you Americans), and put the money in and picked out a water. However, when I pushed the button it said, "Option unavailable. Pick again."  Well, okay then. So I picked another.  And I got the same message. So I picked once again and got the same message. So I gave up and asked for my money back. Now, I put in two coins. What did I get back? Twenty two dimes and 1 nickle. -_-  Are you freaking serious? I had to stand there as it went, "cachunk, cachunk, cachunk, cachunk, etc etc..." spitting out my money.  Well, after that massive failure, I dumped my large pile of coins into my wallet.

  • Now, the next day I was sitting by the pop machine when this guy walked up to buy a drink. I didn't really think about what had happened to me until I noticed that he hadn't moved in several moments. So I turned and watched him as he picked option after option, obviously getting the same message I did.  Well, after a while, he asked for his money back (and got a small pile of coins, just like me). Now, I thought that was the end of it. I was wrong. Instead of walking away and trying a different machine, he put ALL of his money back in and picks a different number. It doesn't work.  So he pushes a different button.  When this doesn't work, he asks for his money back. And then he does the whole thing all over again!  He went through this process a total of three times! THREE!  He probably would've kept going except for a girl sitting across from me decided to say something. I know I should have said something, but I was laughing too hard into my hoodie to get the words out.
So there you have it. Check in next week for another session of university humour ;)

Wednesday, November 16

Funny Comic & An Update

Update on School: What I have left...
  • 7 days of classes left
  • 29 total days left until I am 100% done my last semester of undergrad
History 2237 (Intellectual European History): 1 final exam
Anthropology 2270 (Ancient Egypt): 2 in class discussions; 1 term paper; 1 final exam
English 4440 (Pre-Raphaelite): 1 journal entry; read 1 novel; 1 term paper; 1 final exam
Anthropology 1105 (Ancient Peoples & Places): 1 term paper; 1 final exam
History 2207 (History of Western Sexualities): 1 quiz; 1 final exam

Personal Update:
  • For those who don't have Facebook or Twitter... I found my wedding dress!!! Eeee!!! No, I wont post pictures of it yet. However, I'll post some in August after Chris & I are married ;)

Wednesday, November 9

8 Days of Classes Left!!!!!!

Hello all!

It's been a while since I've done an update, so I thought I'd do one today!  Okay, so I looked at my calendar, and yes, I only have 8 days of undergraduate classes left! OMG! My last day of classes is December 8th.  I can't believe it's almost here! I've been so busy this semester that I didn't realize how quickly everything was flying by! I will probably sob like a baby on that last day, LOL.

Anyway, I also have my final exam schedule. I have one exam December 12th, two on December 13th, one on December 14th, and my last on December 15th. Yep, 5 exams in 4 days. I'm going to be a bit stressed that week, I think ;)

Alright, so below are my classes and the assignments/exams I have left in them!

WHAT I HAVE LEFT:

·         History 2237 (Intellectual European History):

o   1  book review

o   1 final exam

·         Anthropology 2270 (Ancient Egypt):

o   2 in class discussions

o   1 summary

o   1 term paper

o   1 final exam

·         English 4440 (Pre-Raphaelite):

o   3 journal entries

o   1 novel (read)

o   1 term paper

o   1 final exam

·         Anthropology 1105 (Ancient Peoples & Places):

o   1 term paper

o   1 final exam

·         History 2207 (History of Western Sexualities):

o   1 novel (read)

o   1 book review

o   1 test

o   1 final

So there you have it! I still have a few odd readings here and there, but I didn't put those down. This is just the big stuff I have left to do.  Eeeee! I can't believe I'm nearly done!

Friday, November 4

University Humour

Okay, so if you follow me on Facebook you're probably aware of my recent "university humour" posts. This is where I post funny things I overheard that day, or weird thoughts of mine during school. Well, they've been quite popular on Facebook, so I've decided to make them a weekly blog post. What do you think?

Alright, so some of you guys might be familiar with a few of these, but I thought I'd post them on here anyway.  Next week, I'll have a new post of university mishaps.

Incident One: Signs I've Been In Class Too Long...
  • "The girl sitting beside me has the hiccups. I’m extremely tempted to whip around and scream at her to see if it’ll get rid of them. I’m sure it’ll scare her, but it’ll probably scare quite a few other people too. My professor might not appreciate it either. He might think his lecture was so bad I broke down and lost my mind. This could very well be true, but the poor man doesn’t need to know that." -- Me
Incident Two: A conversation I overheard in my Ancient Peoples and Places class...
  • Girl in Purple: "So I was reading my book and I came across this place, Mesopotamia. God, I wish those barbarians used actual words, rather than coming up with gibberish."
  • Girl in Black: "Well, it wasn't gibberish to them. It's their language, I guess.
  • Girl in Purple: "Who cares? English is the only language that's important, even thousands of years ago."
  • Me: *trying not to laugh*
Incident Three: A conversation that took place in my Ancient Egypt class....
  • Professor: “Does anyone know when Jesus was born?”
  • Random Student: “October 12th, 34 BC”
  • Entire class: *silence...*
  • Professor: *clears throat* "Well.... That was oddly specific. Incorrect, but specific."
  • Random Student: "Um, it's not incorrect. The Bible says Jesus was 34 years old. You should know that, being an archaeology professor."
  • Professor: "Annnnd we're going to move on now."

Random Student: "Um, it's not incorrect. The Bible says Jesus was 34 years old. You should know that, being an archaeology professor."
Professor: "Annnnd we're going to move on now."Professor: *clears throat* “Well…. That was oddly specific. Incorrect, but specific.”
Random Student: "Um, it's not incorrect. The Bible says Jesus was 34 years old. You should know that, being an archaeology professor."
Professor: "Annnnd we're going to move on now."
Incident Four: Again in my Ancient Egypt class...
  • Professor: "Does anyone know what language was spoken during the Old Kingdom?"
  • Girl Student: "Old English."
  • Professor:  *trying not to laugh* “Did you just say Old English?”
  • Girl Student: “Yeah?”
  • Professor: *choking on laughter* “Are you sure you mean English?”
  • Girl Student: *obviously getting frustrated* “Yes! They spoke Old English in the Old Kingdom.”
  • Professor: “I think you mean Old Egyptian.”
  • Girl Student: “No, I don’t? Old Egyptian isn’t a language. Chaucer wrote in Old English and the Middle Kingdom was just a few decades later."
  • Professor: “Um, okay. Moving on...”
*Note: I mean, seriously? What’s wrong with this girl? Not only does Old English not exist during the Old Kingdom, but Chaucer wrote in Middle English, not Old English. And it was a little bit more than a few decades. Try 4000 years.*

So there you have it! My first installment of university humour. I hope you enjoyed ;)

Tuesday, November 1

November Releases



  1. Hide from Evil by Jami Alden-- November 1st
  2. Crossed by Ally Condie-- November 1st
  3. The Pledge by Kimberly Derting-- November 15th
As you can see, it's a pretty slow month for books I want, which is probably a good thing. I have enough homework without adding wonderful books to the mix *winks*
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