Taking a break

First class is done, we're on lunch break until class number two starts. As you may or may not know, my first class this morning was titled "Joyce: Indentity, Place, Perception", and the woman who teaches it is absolutely brilliant. We went around the room and told our majors and for every single one of us, she had one or two outside books that we needed to read that somehow related to our majors, interests, and Joyce. I pity everyone who's in school who will never have this woman as a teacher. As a side note, Austin, pick up Finnegan's Wake and drive yourself crazy for...oh, the rest of your life with it. The passage we read today read like a play, looked like a novel and moved like the baset language poetry I've ever read. Let's suppose e.e.cummings smoked a lot of crack and then got a pair of scissors and cut up all of his poetry and a huge dictionary from about every language spoken on the planet and glued words down, and then took white out and rewrote over some of the words to make them different. That's kind of the feel I got from Finnegan's Wake.

But yes, we're on to Northern Irish Troubles after our break, and I feel as though it'll be a huge let down after the lecture/talk/exploration given by my Joyce professor.

Sorry no pics posted last night, got in a bit late, for a school night, and needed to get some rest, plus our seats weren't that great for picture taking. I should have some emailed to me tonight and ready to post after I get home from class. We're all hitting another pub, Corrigan's, after class; we hear it's a cheap one. :)