I’m so barkin’ smart!
All right, that was so not the right way to start my entry. But anyway, the title already says it all, so if we unite that (the title) to the first line, then we have something embodied and espoused by Aristotle, maybe St. Augustine, and yeah, DANTE FREAKIN’ ALIGHIERI!
Man (woman, too!) is happiest when he (she!) is thinking.
Or when he/she is rational.
Anyway, this week, and the few weeks before it, had enough research and work to drive even a Medieval scholar nuts. Apparently, Purdue has hundreds of Dante-related books, so I stuck to the 300 or so books that were related to the Divine Comedy, or to a historical analysis thingymajiggy of it. This was for sociology, my paper was on a Weberian analysis of the Divine Comedy, and my professor had the funniest reaction to my proposal.
“Why don’t you just pick something bigger?”
I wish I had picked something 100% smaller, really, as I was going through all the books. There were entire volumes devoted to Florence and life in the commune before, during, and after Dante’s time. There was a whole book on who the Feltro was – the persona being a ghost character in the first canto of the Commedia. I had to go through all of them and try not to go insane – something I had promised to nearly everyone, including myself.
I think I didn’t go insane. In fact, I think I pulled it off quite well. I submitted what became a 31-page paper (with appendixes, to boot) in the last week of October and presented the paper a week later. Professor Wasburn used the “A” word yet again.
JUST KIDDING! He called it, “Amazing,” and said that he would never look at Weber’s iron cage of bureaucracy in the same way again. And that’s because I compared it to the structures and rigidity of the Inferno. Hardiharhar.
I thought I had really bungled up my talk, since I was shivering inwardly the entire time. Somewhere in between a bureaucratic set-up of the Inferno and a democratic analysis of Dante’s Paradise, I felt my spleen and pancreas turn into soup.
But when I got out of the classroom, my classmates clapped even harder and louder for me.
The insane research paid off. Dear God, THANK YOU. The ride was hard and bumpy, and it gave me insane headaches, but it was worth it. THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOU!!!
A few days later, my classmate Michelle emailed me about her professor wanting to see my paper. He was interested in the Divine Comedy, and he wanted to see what my take on it was. He’s also a film professor, so I hope my paper doesn’t look like a whole load of mushed up BS to him. But still, the mere thought of being asked for a paper. ..Well! Hardiharhar!
Ecstasy!!! I’m still high on the entire thing! Man this is good!