First week of school is in the books. As expected, I’m already tightly wound with stress and constantly on edge, but hey, at least there haven’t been any nightmares. It’s important to me that I do well in school, especially given that it’s my last semester as an undergrad. On top of that, I want to be a good father and husband. And I want to keep writing. I’m managing, so far, but Christ, I’m tense.
In my American Romanticism class, we started covering Self-Reliance, which I think I’ve read before, but I think it’s important to revisit texts as one matures, especially pieces like Emerson’s, which are considered crucial. A cool thing I picked up on this time around that I didn’t remember learning before: Romantics (particularly the transcendentalists) believed that we shared one soul. While many ideas espoused by Emerson are prevalent in American society, such a concept as the Over-soul, seems a lot more Eastern or New Age.
Another highlight of my week back at college was my exposure to the different schools of literary criticism. It was cool defining all these different perspectives, and really reinforced for me the idea that so much, if not everything, is subjective. Maybe that’s just my confirmation bias, but I don’t know. Getting an overview of everything from New Criticism to Feminist Criticism to Biographical and Psychological Criticism, among others, got me thinking about how silly I find it whenever someone gets red-in-the-face when arguing their viewpoint, potentially alienating loved ones. To quote Patton Oswalt, “It’s all chaos; be kind.”
Lastly (on the school front, anyway) I have to share this video that I watched in my Lifespan class, only because it’s super cute and kind of funny.
Last night, my partner and I went to see Iliza the Paramount in downtown Austin. I’ve watched all of her specials, but that set last night was the best I’ve seen from her. She made a wrestling joke AND a Ray Bradbury reference all within the span of ten minutes. Only a mind like hers would think to do such a thing. It made me happy.
In less happy news, the kiddo is sick and gave us quite a scare driving home after the show. Everything is fine, but things looked bad for a bit.
Anyway, not much else to report. I’ve got to get back to work on Extinction Peak, my dinosaur apocalypse novel. I think blogs will be a bit more sporadic. Twice a week. Maybe three times. Parenting, school, and writing will keep me busy.