Since you're gone my empty arms have nothing left to hold

Okay. There is MASSIVE amount of squeeage under the cut. Especially of the Desmond kind. I warned.

Please bear with my spamming today.

So I'm reading the feminist interpretations of Hume and I was at this article written by the same author that wrote the one I have to essay about and... well, I'll just copy that.

The celebrated laments in the conclusion of book one of the Treatise might be read as the expression of a member of a subject race, the Scots, who had just lost their independence. Hume - speaking English with a despised Scottish accent, writing English with awareness of his own deaf ear for his own lapses into 'Scotticisms', hoping for an audience with a readership who did not treat him really as one of them - might also be seen to have been in a position a bit like that of a woman trying to make her way in a profession where she is suspect from the start, a 'strange uncouth monster' unlikely to win acceptance from those already securely in possession of whatever 'thrones' might exist there. Admittedly, whatever Hume thought he was doing in this celebrated 'conclusion of this book' he surely did not think he was merely expressing a literary Scot's frustrations, let alone putting himself into women's shoes or sympathizing with the bluestockings of his day. [...] Hume was, if you like, an unwitting virtual woman.

Is it wrong that I find this too amusing for words? Wasn't there anyone on my FL saying that Des is a total damsel in distress? Well, seems like my professor here agrees ;) God I'm never going to be serious when discussing it. Never.

While discussing yesterday in the writing meme, elliotsmelliot suggested me to actually give totally in to my Desmond/Mozart madness and to actually make a soundtrack for the opera sections I used in Make Your Own Kind of Music (aka a fic based on those three seconds of Mozart that Des was listening on the boat) and well, you know, an offer you can't possibly refuse? So hereby I present you all the Mozart that I implied he was listening to there/that I used to divide the sections. Of course, if you didn't read the fic but want to indulge yourself with the Mozart goodness under the cut, hey, it's there for grabs! ;) So under there is the list, further information with artists and all that jazz and a translation where I could provide it.



I should definitely be thankful for my mother spending her life collecting classical music, hell yes. And now I'm allowed a movie night with the prophet y/y? ;)

So much for getting up at 7 AM and put the episode to download before even washing your face.

Now, it isn't normal that I have my Itunes open on random shuffle and whenever the Beatles' Obla-di Obla-da starts at, likewise, random, I hear Penny instead of Molly, have trips of our Desmond being the song's Desmond and going to buy her a golden ring at the Flashes jewel store taking the trolley, wearing a blue shirt and whatnot. Worse thing is picturing Penny in some Driveshaft style band singing at the club while Desmond has a barrow in the market place. With them having a couple of kids and a yard home in London.

Lennon and McCartney hate me. Seriously. That's not sane. EDIT: many thanks to falafel_fiction who pointed this to me. Seems I'm not alone in this case!