Personal note
Even though the semester is over, and I feel as if a great weight has been lifted from my shoulders, I have been ignoring my blogs. Last night though I took a short cruise through Jack's site, and the Claws lair (he's back to blogging again).
I thought it might prime the pump and get me blogging again.
well, it could happen.
Labels: personal stuff
posted by Clemens @ 10:30 PM
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4 Comments:
Well, right now I'm up to my neck in Russian history and need to produce a 3500-word paper on the Soviet interventions in '53, '56, and '68, by June 16th. Not to mention the exam and weekly quizzes. So... probably no more blogging until later in June.
I will send you the Waldensian paper, though. I got an A in the class, though I don't know what I got on the paper itself. I seem to have misplaced your e-mail address. Want to send me a note over at barking_cat@hotmail.com? Thanks.
Oh, and I'm also interested in hearing any sage advice you might have on pursuing a Master's degree in History...
Well, if you research that paper the way too many of my students do, you only need to go to Wikipedia and cut n paste. Simple.
Looking forward to the Waldensian paper - it should have some odd resonances down here in NC, where at least one area was settled by Waldesians.
I'll contact you about the paper and the sage (or at least sake-like) advice.
Glad you have caught your breath enough to comment.
ps to that last post: It is a bit odd to see the events of my childhood and youth being the subject of "historical" discussion. I can remember the '56 Hungarian intervention being one of the first news events that I can remember. My older brother Jesse told me about it, and I bought a war comic that had a story about it. I can still remember the artwork (by Jack Kirby I believe) and the ending (the good guys lost - there was a tank involved).
Makes me feel like an artifact.
Jack Kirby?! Wow!
Well, don't feel too bad. I remember the fall of the Soviet Union, and 9/11, and that's become history too. The other day in class we covered The Great Patriotic War of 41-45, which included the now-historical central trauma of my father's life (and many like him), fleeing from the Russians and losing his East Prussian home. It's interesting to have the perspective of one person's stories, as compared with the broad historical sweep of clashing armies and foreign policies. And it's how half my DNA ended up in Canada...
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