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Monday, November 12, 2007

Homework...

Suzanne Hanson
History 295, Section 802
Wives, Warriors Witches
Chapter Summary pages 142 – 159

Tacitus, a Roman senator wrote in his book Germania that “the woman must not think that she is excluded from aspirations to many virtues…that she enters her husband’s home to be a partner of his toils and perils, that both in peace and war she is to share his suffering and adventures.” Germans regarded their women highly and even believed them to have great spiritual powers. According to Tacitus, Germans were monogamous and husbands and wives were very loyal to each other. During warfare, women were often present on the battlefields offering support, food and care for their men.

Three types of marriages were recognized by Germans; a free marriage where a woman contracted her own union, a marriage through the man abducting a woman and forcing her to marry him (not my idea of romance), and finally marriage through purchase. Marriage through purchase involved the husband and wife buying gifts for each other. Typically, the husband presented his wife with horses, livestock and the wife gave him the gift every man wants-weapons! The husband also gave the wife weapons which was symbolic of how they shared everything, including the hazards of warfare.

As the German cultures living on Rome’s borders gradually moved into Roman territory, the people began adopting Roman ideas that drastically altered the status of Germanic women. Roman ideas of law and property, along with the adoption of Christianity among Germanic tribes contributed to the evolution of gender roles. According to archeological excavations, men accepted the Roman ways quicker than women. While women were wearing traditional German-style-tunics, the men were wearing clothes of Roman fashion. Peter Wells, an archeologist, believes that German women clung to their Germanic identity as a way of resisting Rome.

German-Roman relationships were disrupted in the fifth century when the nomadic Huns conquered and enslaved the Germans. Those lucky enough to escape the Huns fled south and westward to the Roman border. This led to conflicts with Rome, especially after Roman Emperor Valens allowed a group of Germans called the Visigoths into his empire. The Visigoths and the Romans immediately clashed and a Roman princess (Galla Placidia) was captured. In an interesting turn of events however, Galla Placidia married Athaulf, the Visigoth king. Within a year Athaulf died and Galla Placidia went back to Rome and married the emperor.

Eventually, Germanic peoples conquered the majority of western Europe and a society that combined both Roman and German cultures spread. German leaders became kings and parroted Romans in terms of ruling. They used law codes in an effort to expand their authority and social and gender hierarchies were emphasized. Wergelds were German monetary values and kings and warriors had the greatest wergelds. Women obtained wergeld through social status and childbearing

In the fifth century, the German law code known as the Salic Code did not allow women to inherit property. Roman influence is seen later in the sixth and seventh century when the Salic Code is revised to give Frankish women rights to correspond with Roman women. While married, their husbands were in control of their property but at least they could inherit. Widows even have the right to any goods acquired during the marriage.

Monday, October 29, 2007

The Hap-Happiest Season of All




Geewhilickers, do I love Halloween.


What other time of year is a Punk and Goth themed party so well recieved?


When is the best time to see Calico Ghost town?


How about teenagers in rubber masks jumping out at you during a spook alley?


Yessiree, I do love Halloween.


Friday, June 29, 2007

HAPPY BIRTHDAY NICHOLE!






Nothing like a little vintage Travolta on your birthday. Here's to staying alive, lemon jello, and no bandaids in the swimming pool!
Love you sis!
XOXOXO

Sunday, June 24, 2007

PALM SPRINGS - WOOT.






This trip went by too fast as usual ladies. Next time, more time says I!

Friday, June 22, 2007

On the subject of heat...

Cheap shrimp cocktail is worth a long drive. At least that's what my friends Jennie, Lisa and myself believe. About once a month the three of us pile into Jennie's Tahoe and make the trek downtown to Golden Gate casino-home of the 1.99 shrimp cocktail and the slowest valet inVegas. Jennie's AC in the Tahoe isn't functioning at its best and with temperatures peaking at 108 degrees today, the topic of sweat came up. How? By me exclaiming in disgust "I'm sweating between my breastesses! Gross!" This lead my other companions to proclaim that they too were sweating from various crevices. Sweating crevices. Just another charming part of Las Vegas summers. It gets so that you don't even wrinkle your nose at fat-guys sweaty back in the summer. Sweat in Vegas is no sweat.

Funny how things change...

I remember being in Jr. High and High School, fighting the raging hormones of adolescence and one of the many humiliating issues was what I now refer to as "weeping underarm syndrome." See, the teenage years can be a confusing time for most. Hair starts sprouting in the most absurd places. Acne sprinkles your face and oil oozes from your rapidly enlarging nose-pores. On top of all this nonsense (or because of all this nonsense) you're experiencing feelings and emotions that are foreign to you. You can't cry because you're too old for it, and while the occasional breakdown does still occur for the most part you swallow your feelings until they form a good, solid growth somewhere in your endocrine system. Thus, you're armpits cry the tears your pride has stifled.* Me, being a sensitive pisces well, my armpits...wept. A lot. Mortified by this new development, I was forced to wear sweaters and jackets on hot days when crammed into a classroom with others who for some reason did not suffer the same ailment. Wistfully, I stared at the bone-dry pits of my peers wondering why their armpits didn't weep. Was it because they had dates to the Prom or Homecoming Dance? Was it because they had the new No Fear shirt and Adidas Phantoms? Maybe it was because their body wasn't torturing them with the acne and the pubes and the nasal petrolium factory. Why was I so cursed? My curse was lifted only when I discovered tank-tops and no longer had to deal with the chilly damp sweat rings that formed when wearing a shirt with sleeves. An appalling development for my mother who would have had me wear a turtleneck snowsuit in June rather than show an inch of skin, but too bad. I was sweat free at last! Eventually, my hormones balanced out and I learned to cry anytime anywhere anytime I felt like it. Miraculously, I was freed from weeping underarm syndrome.

So many years I went without a relapse...of course I had to move to Vegas. But you know? When its hot outside and there is no AC you sweat, but you sweat with friends.

And that, dear readers makes all the difference. For now it is sweat, and not the repressed tears of an insecure teenager.





*No medical evidence whatsoever supports this.

Thursday, June 21, 2007

Since Everbody's Doing It...

By jove, I’m going to rejuvenate my blog too! But where to begin with such a large job? When my room is overwhelmingly messy, I start with the least messy section of room and start there…can that strategy be applied to blogging? Nope. So I need a new plan of action.

Action. Now there’s a word that doesn’t apply to me. I’m less of a doer and more of a…non…doer. I’d prefer to snuggle up in some cozy spot (in my overwhelmingly messy room) and dream about action, doing something. But I digress…

I just read Chariseee’s cheese-sameech blog and its got me thinking. Am I cruel? When and how did I become so calloused because the whole time I read about that, I pictured sitting the chubby brats down (In my mind they’re chubby, with cheeks so plump their eyes are squished in an upward slant) and showing them the documentary “Darfur Diaries: Letters from Home” specifically the part when the little children tell of watching their parents get slaughtered right before there very eyes. Maybe the footage of two young girls, one of them exiled from her community after being raped by Janjaweed soldiers and bitten on the arm to stamp her as their property. The older sister sacrificed herself to the Janaweed rape to save her younger sister while they were out gathering firewood. I bet that cheese sandwich would look pretty good after that right? Especially because I didn’t give them anything to eat before showing them the movie and we all know American kids can’t go more than 12 minutes with a snack. Neigh, a tasty snack.

Which brings me to another topic. My snacking habits. Are. Out. Of. Control. I need help. I wish someone would put me on a bland-cheese sameech only diet so I could get a handle on things. As I sit, the chub on my thighs is cutting off the circulation in my legs. Seriously. Must do something. Must exercise. Must not eat fast food. Must take action! Uh-oh. There’s that word again…action. I must learn how not to fear this word nor its meaning. And I’ll start by doing something-by rejuvenating my blog!

It begins…

Sunday, April 29, 2007

More pics...




I just bought a new camera! Now if I could only figure out how to use it...