The Art of Courtly Love
It’s St. Valentine’s Day, and what am I doing at zero-dark-thirty this morning instead of waking my beloved from his slumber with a passionate something-or-other? Reviewing my students’ responses to their online discussion threads. It’s not that I’m behind on grading. Well, I am behind on grading, but that’s not the reason. I am five hours away by truck from him. He has work. I have class today: Science, Technology and Postmodernism – the only history of ideas course I thought I could get through this semester. So, I wake depressed. Valentine’s Day alone with coursework plus grading – how bloody romantic. But, there is a bright spot. I remembered well in advance this year and sent him a bouquet of tulips in a red heart vase – to his school. I’d be depressed, but at least he would be blushing all day. I started to put grading off until after class today, but I’m glad I didn’t. One of the discussions threads my students were responding to was over Andreas Capellanus’ The Art of C...