Presented without comment, to make your Monday less Monday-y.
For the past year and a half, I have been slaving away/researching like a fiend/typing so much I got carpal tunnel while working on my honors thesis. I laughed, I cried (a lot), and a generally amusing time was had by outside observers.
But it’s over! (I guess it’s been over for a few months now). And, without further ado, I present to you….
KASSANDRA’S HONORS THESIS. (This is extremely long, and should you feel the need to use any of my research, please do- but give a girl some credit, yes??)
Close Encounters of the Caribbean Kind–click for more.
After a long absence (finishing my thesis, graduating from college, moving out, getting a job…) I AM BACK, DARLING WORD NERDS.
As a coming home gift, I’ll leave you with this:
We need to make books cool again.
If you go home with somebody and they don’t have books, don’t f-ck them.
Don’t let them explore you until they’ve explored the secret universes of books. Don’t let them connect with you until they’ve walked between the lines on the pages.
Books are cool, if you have to withhold yourself from someone for a bit in order for them to realize this then do so.
John Samuel Waters”
Words are funny little things, aren’t they? At once both fleeting and concrete, they take different forms when shoved together next to one another in bulky sentences or careless phrases. Precise and lithe, words are my worst enemies and my best friends.
I’m a firm believer in words. True, they’re tricky, and oftentimes there’s more to one of them than first appears. But that’s where the hunt begins, the chase, the burning desire to know, just know, what that one damn word is trying to tell me. Where’s the fun in something that lacks mystery? Where’s the intrigue? Words play with me. They actively engage me, and yet somehow keep me at an arms distance at all times, as if to say, “Come and get me…!” and I, knowing full and well that I will never catch them, run to join the game.
People say to me all the time, “Yeah, but what are you going to do with a Literature degree?” What am I going to do? I’m going to do something that makes me fall in love every single day. I’m going to be surrounded by words and I am not going to regret for a second my choice to do so. I have no doubt that I will be able to find something “to do.” I refuse to give up the convoluted and fascinating world that is words for something someone else deems “practical.” I am an informed, passionate, educated adventurer/rocketeer for the English language, and now, if you’ll excuse me, there’s a book sitting next to me that’s screaming my name.