Hamlet compares Trump to Obama and it’s not pretty.


Oh how I wish I had thought of this, but alas, a wittier soul came up with it. Not only is this a brilliant take on Hamlet’s speech to his mother, Rei, manages to sneak some additional Shakespeare inspired ranting text.

HAMLET/ Rei Toei

Look here, upon this picture, and on this,
The counterfeit presentment of two brothers.
See, what a grace was seated on this brow;
Hyperion’s curls; the front of Jove himself;
An eye like Mars, to threaten and command;
A station like the herald Mercury
New-lighted on a heaven-kissing hill;
A combination and a form indeed,
Where every god did seem to set his seal,
To give the world assurance of a man:
This WAS your President.

Look you now, what follows:
HERE is your president; like a mildew’d ear,
Blasting his wholesome brother. Have you eyes?
Could you on this fair mountain leave to feed,
And batten on this moor? Ha! have you eyes?

You cannot call it love; for at your age
The hey-day in the blood is tame, it’s humble,
And waits upon the judgment: and what judgment
Would step from this to this?

Sense, sure, you have,
Else could you not have motion; but sure, that sense
Is apoplex’d; for madness would not err,
Nor sense to ecstasy was ne’er so thrall’d
But it reserved some quantity of choice,
To serve in such a difference. What devil was’t
That thus hath cozen’d you at hoodman-blind?
Eyes without feeling, feeling without sight,
Ears without hands or eyes, smelling sans all,
Or but a sickly part of one true sense
Could not so mope.

O shame! where is thy blush? Rebellious hell,
If thou canst mutine in a voter’s bones,
To flaming youth let virtue be as wax,
And melt in her own fire: proclaim no shame
When the compulsive ardour gives the charge,
Since frost itself as actively doth burn
And reason panders will.

I am eternally grateful to Rei for allowing me to post this. And for taking the time to make us all laugh and think at a time we may want to just curl up and cry.

Give sorrow words; the grief that does not speak knits up the over wrought heart and bids it break. Macbeth

Carpe Mathematica


Yes my dear friends, I’ve been quiet, again. And yes, it is as frustrating to me as it may be to you. I didn’t mean to be away yet again, but I had a side project that demanded my attention; deadlines will do that to you and as silly as this may sound, I’ve spent the last few weeks studying math.

I know what you may be thinking, “why would someone who holds a Master’s in Arts need to study math?” My sarcastic reply includes an eye roll. Duh, my degree is in fine arts, not mathematics. But seriously, I am not good at math. Never have been most likely never will be.

Number one on the top of my list of irritations about government work is the amount of testing one goes through in order to advance. We are evaluated not on our job skills, but on how well we test. In order to advance in my current field, I had to take a very hard fiscal accounting test. The irony is that I don’t work in the fiscal field, but it is the next test to the next step.

Knowing that math is not my strong suite I decided to forgo my usual panic then fail route, I decided to apply a skill I learned as an undergraduate; I studied my ass off! I even pulled out my old UNCG mug (go Spartans) for the late night coffee high I would need in order to study. Luckily for me our local state library and archives keeps copies of older tests. I took a few home and over the course of three weeks, studied and tested, studied and tested. I even woke up two days before the actual test to my mind going over simple algebra problems. The old me would have considers this a nightmare, but I knew I turned a corner when I sat up and solved the problem.

Now, to be honest, I have studied math before. I could not have finished college without taking a couple of courses. But for some mysterious reason I cannot explain, I never could retain the rules for algebra or even how to turn fractions into decimals. In case you are wondering, you divide the top number into the bottom number. And why I now retain it is a new mystery to me.

Anyway, to make a long boring story short, I passed the test. Which it turns out is so hard that some of my math savvy friends had to take twice. And to make this whole silly story even more astonishing (at least to me) I was asked to interview for a promotional position, which included, you guessed it, a math test! I aced that too.

You know what I think? I think studying Shakespeare makes you smarter. Just saying…

I don’t know if I will get the job. There were several qualified candidates so it’s anyone’s guess at this point. All I know is that even if I don’t get the position, I’ve taken quiet a bit away from the experience. And now I am back.

I recently picked up two books by Aristotle I hope we can talk about soon; De Anima, and Poetics. One is on the study of understanding the philosophical differences between the living and the dead, and the other is a criticism on drama, specifically on tragedy, which may help us explore Shakespeare’s own dramatic works as we know he was heavily influenced by Greek drama.

I plan on doing a catch up blog as there as been some interesting Shakespeare related news I have neglected of late. We will talk about Will this weekend.


Carpe Mathematica!