Hey, bloggies! Man, I have been swamped with work and school. I want to share with you what I’m researching for my classes. In one class (Sociology of Law), I am writing a paper on media coverage on women who have been sentenced to death over the last 20 or so years and whether the focus goes more to women who have harmed their children vs. women who were convicted of other crimes. I will compare the coverage of women who harmed their children with the actual proportion of cases like these to see if the media is reinforcing and maintaining the motherhood ideal that society perpetuates (20 pages minimum). In my Quantitative Methods class, I am doing a research proposal on bi/multi-racial students and how they identify racially in different groups (whether a black-and-white student will identify as black, white, or mixed); 35 pages. In my Qualitative Methods class, I have interviewed 10 interracial couples on their experiences. I audio-recorded the interviews, am transcribing each one verbatim, and will write up my analysis in a journal-style paper (30-40 pages). I am overwhelmed but also excited about the research I am doing. Every semester brings me closer to my Masters degree and future. I told you all of this so you won’t think I’ve abandoned you. I wanted to at least do a peace offering of a Suggest-A-Song Monday post, lol.
Welcome back to Suggest A Song Monday. First, I want to give shout-outs to all who participated last week (2 weeks ago?). Responses are forthcoming for those; I haven’t forgotten!
Here are the rules: I suggest a song that I love and that I think you would love. You listen to it. Tell me what you think in the comments. Then, you also recommend one song to me and I will listen to it and tell you what I think. You don’t have to limit yourself to a particular genre, just any one song that you love.
Today, we have Emeraldine by Corinne Bailey Rae. I love the dreamy, wintry springtime blossoming feel this song has. Very mellow. I have been missing her musical presence; I hope we hear something from her soon. She has understandably been very quiet since her husband died.
I awake to the drip-drop of icicles/Melting outside my window/Everything was new/I had noticed a bird and seen/Cherry blossom/Was falling like confetti/What is happenin’ to me these days?/(Chorus) I…I got intuition/Oh, I…I had my suspicions/I’m in love with you/It feels like springtime//Emeraldine, apple seed, olive green, intense/Colors unfurl like petals in a time-lapse sequence/Feels like something in embryo/My heart melts like 2 inches of snow in April’s glow/What’s this urgency?/What’s this heat I’m feelin’?/Could I say I’m dreamin’?/Do I change my ways?/What is happenin’ to me these days?/Chorus//